Chapter 47: [Sword Cultivating Technique]


    Trantor: Henyee Trantions Editor: Henyee Trantions


    Inside the bamboo grove, Lu Xun leaned against a sturdy bamboo stick, meticulously reading through this post on recruiting lucky beta testers.


    The beta testing would start in two days, which would be the equivalent of 20 dayster on the Heavenly Dust Continent.


    This caught him by surprise.


    In his previous life, he was not that lucky. Although he had participated in the lottery draw, he was not picked.


    There were merely a thousand spots, but there were far too many participants for the draw.


    Since he wasn’t selected, he had forgotten the exact time of the beta testing.


    He remembered very well the time of the officialunch, as that was the day he began his gold-digging journey in “Heavenly Dust”.


    If the absurd gamers were to descend, he would certainly want to interact with them.


    And check whether anything would change after he transformed into an NPC.


    “If I recall correctly, the beta testing period won’t be long. It will onlyst for two days, which is 20 days in the Heavenly Dust Continent,” Lu Xun murmured to himself.


    By the 22nd century, beta testing in games had evolved into more of a luck-based event, which was quite different from before.


    Knowing that yers would soon descend filled Lu Xun with a slight sense of urgency.


    He was very aware of the absurd nature of those gamers, so he realized he needed to quickly strengthen himself.


    Fortunately, there were still more than two years until the officialunch, otherwise his sense of urgency would be even greater.


    In the eyes of the yers, NPCs were merely tool characters, providing them with quests, rewards, and skills.


    But provided that they are used correctly, can’t yers also be tool characters?


    Not to mention, in order to trigger hidden quests that required favorability, yers used to curry favor with NPCs like a cur dog!


    Lu Xun wanted to be adored as well.


    More urately, among all the inhabitants of the Heavenly Dust Continent, Lu Xun was the one who knew the most about these absurd gamers. He had plenty of methods at his disposal to manipte them for his own use, which would be his greatest asset in the uing days!


    “Hm, I’ll have to n this out carefully.” Already, big ns and strategies began to form in his mind.


    Given that the beta testers were going to arrive soon, he nned to descend the mountain in a few days to test his luck and see if he could interact with any of them.


    And for the next few days, his primary mission was to increase his own power.


    After closing the forum, Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei had also finished eating, so he stood up to bid his sister goodbye.


    “Second Sister, I’lle back to bring food at noon,” Lu Xun told his sister, who was on the giant rock.


    The breeze rustled through her ck Daoist robe, and the Second Sister nodded, still a woman of few words.


    But they had lived together for some time now, and she knew very well that their Little Junior Brother seemed to love chatting and dearly wanted her tomunicate with him.


    If she just nodded her head without speaking a few words, he would start to babble, incessantly babble, especially babble!


    She naturally didn’t know that her stutter was a weak point for Lu Xun, who found it very interesting and cute, and so he loved to tease her into talking.


    Over time, the Second Sister’s initial annoyance had surprisingly turned into a routine.


    The human race, it seems, is such a miraculous creature.


    “1…1 understand,” the Second Sister stuttered.


    Lu Xun didn’t rush off today, but instead asked, “Tomorrow is the Mid -Autumn Festival. Do you two sisters want anything special to eat? Just tell me, and I’ll cook some extra dishes tomorrow.”


    At times like this, the Second Sister usually didn’t utter a word, but it was Mao Nanbei, the little foodie cat, who would enumerate the dishes one by one with her little fingers.


    Looking at them, Lu Xun couldn’t help but smile.


    Having found himself suddenly in a world that was both familiar and alien, he was at least not alone anymore.


    Lu Xun returned alone, leaving Mao Nanbei in the bamboo grove.


    After meals was the Second Sister’s quality time with the cat; Mao Nanbei would make a symbolic struggle before obediently nestling on the Second Sister’s legs, basking in the enjoyment with her eyes half closed.


    Reverting to her true ck cat form, Mao Nanbei rubbed her cat ears, turned around on the Second Sister’s legs, and said, “Our Little Junior Brother still doesn’t have a sword. Should I think of a way to get him one?”


    “Snap!” The Second Sister’s right hand clenched into a fist and lightly knocked on Mao Nanbei’s forehead.


    With the little Ioli intending to fetch a sword, there was bound to be some sly scheme brewing, probably ending up causing trouble again.


    Gongshu Pan’s face was originally dark, and after bing the Law Enforcement Elder, it had turned darker. Yet whenever he encountered the troublemaker Mao Nanbei, his face would darken even more.


    “Meow!” Mao Nanbei covered her forehead with her meaty paw and stopped talking.


    The Second Sister’s slender white fingers continued stroking Mao Nanbei’s smooth fur. She lowered her head, deep in thought.


    After a long time, she said softly, “Give…Give your… de…de Nurturing Technique… to… to him.”


    The ck cat, who wasfortably curling up under the gentle strokes, immediately straightened up, slightly surprised.


    She had been practicing with a de, hence the term de Nurturing Technique. If Lu Xun were to practice with a sword, it would naturally be called Sword Cultivating Technique.


    More precisely, this method was created by their First Senior Brother and was initially intended for nurturing swords.


    But… would their Little Junior Brother be able to handle it?


    Mao Nanbei looked puzzled and said, “Second Sister, your Sword Intent is already enough for him to handle. If we let him cultivate a sword this early, wouldn’t that be bad? Shall we wait a bit longer?”


    She was really worried that something might happen to Lu Xun, and then she would lose the person who cooked for her.


    The Second Sister shook her head, clenched her right hand again, and lightly knocked on Mao Nanbei’s head again, saying, “Be… be obedient.”


    “Meow! Stop knocking! I’ll go teach him right now, okay?” The little ck cat jumped off the Second Sister’sp and ran towards the Small Study.


    While running, she grumbled, “Well! It’s the Second Sister who insists on me teaching you. Don’t me me if you can’t handle it.”


    In the room, Lu Xun was nning to sit cross-legged and cultivate.


    Although he still had plenty of Experience Points, even a mosquito’s leg was meat, let alone the intoxicating pain that cultivation brought. He considered it a form of rxation.


    Just as he was sitting cross-legged, Mao Nanbei burst in through the window.


    “No time to exin, close your eyes, calm your mind!” She had transformed back into her human form, and her face was full of urgency.


    Lu Xun was stunned and was about to say something when he saw the little Ioli’s little finger pointing at his brow.


    And the bell she was wearing on her hand started ringing. The sound was crisp, but not pleasing to the ears.


    Instead, it sounded like a war drum!


    With Mao Nanbei’s cultivation level, Lu Xun couldn’t evade it. And in such a situation, people instinctively close their eyes.


    “What’s she up to?” Lu Xun wondered.


    Just at the moment when the Ioli’s small finger touched his brow, a surge of warm energy flowed into his body. Starting from the brow, it dispersed throughout his entire body. A very mysterious sensation welled up in his heart, and then…


    …it turned into a cold line of text:


    “[Ding! Would you like to learn the skill ‘Sword Cultivating Technique’?]”


    “[Skill Level: Orange!]”