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Chapter 423: [Meet the Second Priest again] (Requesting monthly votes at the end of the month!)
Yi Xuan looked upwards, his heart flooded with a mix of complex emotions.

There was fear, dread, but also resentment and envy.

He had always taken pride in his appearance and never expected to meet someone who could make him feel inferior in that aspect upon his arrival in the Heavenly Dust Continent.

The most infuriating thing was, this person clearly had a lower Cultivation Base than him, yet his gaze was so contemptuous, brimming with an air of arrogance and superiority.

He had to concede, however, that the Sword of Ages by this person’s side was extraordinarily formidable. And it seemed, despite his low cultivation level, this divine ability-possessing longsword appeared to obey his command?

Why?

Why would such a revered divine weapon obey the command of a cultivator with such a low-level Cultivation Base?

This was something Yi Xuan couldn’t comprehend.

Sitting atop a paper crane, Lu Xun gazed down at the purple-haired foreigner, his gaze frosty and composed, exuding a formidable aura.

He was surprised, to say the least.

“Isn’t this the good-looking guy, Yi Xuan, with his purple hair and eyes and decent looks?” Lu Xun thought to himself.

He remembered this foreigner as players called him the handsomest foreigner in his previous life.

Lu Xun had seen Yi Xuan’s pictures and some character data in the forum.

When he transferred, Yi Xuan was still alive and well, neither killed by players nor floored by cultivators of the Heavenly Dust Continent.

“But as far as I remember, wasn’t Yi Xuan around level 70?” Lu Xun wondered.

He couldn’t precisely recall the level, but he was sure Yi Xuan’s Character Level was above 70!

However, now, after casting Detection, he found that Yi Xuan’s Character Level was only 61.

This meant he had just broken through to the sixth tier of the Foreign Race.

“Did he make progress so quickly?” Lu Xun was puzzled.

Normally, once one reached the sixth tier, progress should slow down substantially.

Yet, Yi Xuan’s level seemed to rise rather quickly!

This was another point that puzzled Lu Xun.

It was understandable for players to level up quickly, but he also found the pace at which the foreigners progressed a little too fast.

“If I remember correctly, Yi Xuan had a special position, being the adopted son of the Supreme Lord, right?” Lu Xun recalled.

The Supreme Lord was a figure superior to the priests in the Foreign Race, with an extraordinary status.

“Which means… Yi Xuan might be quite valuable?” That was Lu Xun’s first reaction.

According to the system’s judgment, the value of Identity would be rewarded a certain percentage bonus when rewards were carried out.

Meaning, if the Demon Sect were the villains, though Lu Xun, the Young Elder, was only at level 42, due to the identity bonus, the Experience Points rewarded for killing him would be multiplied several times over!

But Lu Xun couldn’t tell, “Does the adopted son of the Supreme Lord count as high-end identity?” “An adopted son… it’s a bit difficult to say. It feels neither high nor low. How nice if you were a biological son instead.”

While considering these issues, he never spared a thought for how the Supreme Lord and Yi Xuan might feel.

From his vantage point, Lu Xun was comparing Yi Xuan’s appearance to that of Ye Sui’an.

During the previous life, Ye Sui’an, who had a Charisma of 9, was already considered the pinnacle of male NPC beauty.

Yi Xuan was known as the most handsome foreigner, and inevitably, both were compared on the forum.

If we disregard their factions and judge solely on appearance… well, it has to be admitted, the two are evenly matched in terms of aesthetics.

“But he is still miles away from me.” Lu Xun thought to himself with a narcissistic smile.

He turned his head, glanced at The Sword Qi is Near, and said, “Go on. Leave the purple hair for the end, don’t kill him yet.”

The Sword Qi is Near let out a sword cry, as if expressing dissatisfaction over Lu Xun’s command.

But fortunately, it grumbled while still doing its job.

Honestly, without The Sword Qi is Near to reap the High Level Foreign Races, this war simply couldn’t be waged with just the silly players around.

Meanwhile, the silly players were having the time of their lives in the battle.

“Hahaha! The skills I learned from Purple Palace are amazing! I’m feeling so good!”

“This buff is impressive too, let’s make them pay brothers!”

“Wow, this foreign girl’s waist is so slim, I wanna squeeze her till she bursts!”

“Damn it, the foreigners don’t need to dye or perm their hair, which comes in all colors. Their hair texture is also so remarkably good and thick! I feel offended! Let’s kill them!”

The comical fighting power of nearly ten thousand silly players who possessed revival times gathered together was indeed formidable.

Soon, fog began to fill the area.

The silly players immediately recognized it: “Purple Palace has taken action!”

This put them on edge.

Even though Lu Xun’s reputation among the players was high, he was also infamously known as the “NPC who is the best at killing steal”!

Everyone knew that Purple Palace dealt AOE damage, and his output was generally area-based. He attacked in clusters, leaving no room for the rest of us.

A saying circulating in the forums went, “Once Purple Palace makes a move, half the monsters are his.”

Indeed, Lu Xun’s Mist Sword and the sword Qi within the sheath had already begun to display their formidable prowess.

Wherever the mist spread, an endless burst of blood blooms erupted!

Sword Qi poured down from the sky like a heavy rain. Any foreigner within proximity was instantly vanquished by these streams of Sword Qi!

Players both loved and hated him for this.

The love was because of bragging rights on the forum that they fought alongside Purple Palace.

The hate was because every battle seemed to be his solo performance, leaving no chance for us to gloat or madly harvest experience points.

But fortunately, Lu Xun had a little bit of conscience and had a bottom line to his actions. Though he stole kills, he never stole wounded enemies.

If a player had a hard time weakening a monster, he would not butt in.

Though nicking someone’s kill would not give all the rewards according to the system’s judgment, he would still pilfer at least some of it.

“For me, low-level foreign races, whether they have full or residual health, can be instantly killed. There’s no need to add difficulties for bumbling players.” Lu Xun thought simply.

Especially after leveling up to 42, he was somewhat unsatisfied with killing low-level foreign races.

“I need to find a suitable high-level foreign race to practice on.” Lu Xun started to look for targets among the foreign forces.

The next moment, he was stunned.

“Mist Sword, are you an instant-kill maniac? You’re acting so fast!” Lu Xun cursed inwardly.

Just a short while ago, in the foreign forces, all the high-level foreign creatures had been sent to the netherworld, except for the level 61 Yi Xuan!

Mist Sword was killing creatures left and right, and soon only Yi Xuan remained.

For the low-level foreign races, Mist Sword would not lower itself to kill them unless there was a need to.

Right now, it was hovering around Yi Xuan, its blade pointed at him, intimidating him.

When Yi Xuan was killing the young man carrying firewood, he was taunting.

Who would think that in such a short period of time, he would be treated in a mocking manner by a sword?

Now, he dared not move at all. As the leader of the foreign army here, he didn’t dare to budge an inch.

The pressure this sword put on him was too great. He regarded that young man carrying firewood as an ant, but in the eyes of Mist Sword, what difference was there between him and an ant?

At this moment, Yi Xuan noticed that the man in the black cloak was still looking down at him.

“Is he the one who commanded the sword to do this?” He thought to himself.

“Is he the one making a mockery of me?”

When people are faced with fear and despair, they often rise up with another emotion – powerless rage!

Yi Xuan was feeling extremely heated at the moment.

“If it weren’t for this sword, what is he!?” This was Yi Xuan’s inner thought.

If this were some bumbling players, they might be crying out to the heavens now: “Coward, fight me one on one!”

Lu Xun, while sitting on the paper crane, spoke to Mist Sword: “Let me try.”

The next moment, he launched an attack on Yi Xuan.

Accompanying his move was the ethereal mist, and thousands of strands of sword Qi floating around him!

Yi Xuan’s pupils constricted. The moment Mist Sword floated away, he immediately raised his broken blade to meet Lu Xun.

“You’re seeking death!” He howled inside his heart.

Of course, he dared not voice his thoughts.

The reason was simple. If he made too much fuss now and the other party changed their mind, allowing the sword to slaughter him, what would he do then?

Although his thoughts were plentiful, his actions remained steady.

He swung his broken blade in mid-air, and a purple dragon was instantly produced.

It roared forward, sweeping away the sky full of sword Qi, and tumbling in the mist.

There’s a saying: cloud is from the dragon, wind is from the tiger.

But this mist was not a natural cloud, it was Lu Xun’s sword intent.

Mist Sword seemed harmless, but it was continuously weakening this purple dragon.

“Reverse Ancient Five Elements Formation, rise!” With a lift of Lu Xun’s right hand, the sword Qi immediately changed.

One strand of sword Qi after another gathered into a sword array, and then exploded in the air.

The purple dragon, under too much pressure, dissolved into purple light.

Lu Xun sitting on the paper crane, was pushed back by the residual waves. The ink Qi hovered around him, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

“Level 61 foreign race, certainly fierce!” He evaluated inwardly.

Lu Xun did not show any signs of retreat. On the contrary, his interest became even more intense.

Only a strong opponent could show where his limit lies.

He had no intention of killing Yi Xuan alone.

But at least on his own, he could deplete more of Yi Xuan’s health!

The familiar feeling of “as long as you dare to show your health bar, I’ll kill even a god for you to see” came back!

Don’t forget, he used to be known as the Explosive Temper Great Cane Hero in his previous life.

After the purple dragon dissolved into specks of light, Lu Xun’s thousands of sword Qi also vanished.

The Five Elements Sword Qi also turned into specks of light, and spread out.

But the moment they floated towards Yi Xuan, they suddenly ignited!

—Divine Fire!

The black flames suddenly appeared and directly encased Yi Xuan.

“You’re scheming against me!?” He was greatly shocked.

Lu Xun watched the scene in front of him, praising himself: “Good move.”

However, just as his fighting desire was rising, a prompt suddenly popped up in front of him.

To be precise, not only him, but all the players on the scene also received the same prompt.

Mist Sword let out a sword cry, obviously sensing something.

The prompt read:

“Ding! Please note! Important foreign person [Second Priest] (Clone), has arrived at this place!”

Lu Xun: “???”

Did this guy quickly recharge after being punctured last time?

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(PS: Second update, the double monthly ticket competition is too intense, asking for monthly tickets!)

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