Chapter 93: [Found a Turtle] (Added, 3/32)


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    Under the moonlight, Lu Xun tapped the shell of a small tortoise next to him a few more times. After making it retract its head, he chuckled and got up to leave.


    He hadn’t given much thought to how he should live his life. Phrases like “once a prodigal son always a prodigal son” were merely ostentatious, whether he was a wanderer or not wasn’t the issue. It was about livingfortably.


    He already had quite an advantage. It would be boring if he couldn’t live freely in such circumstances.


    Lu Xun continued strolling around the city. The nightlife in Qingling City was lively, resembling a city that never sleeps. He watched the girls on the second floor continually waving to people. Howe their hands don’t get sore?


    “Fewer yers have arrived in Qingling City than I expected, ” Lu Xun thought.


    This meant his luck wasn’t so great. Out of 1000 yers, not many had randomly been ced in the newbie viges near Qingling City, so even fewer made it to Qingling City.


    “I wanted to expand my fish pond, but there aren’t many fish I can choose from!” Lu Xun sighed.


    “It seems I’ll have to put my Sea King n on hold.”


    No sooner had he said this than he let out a puzzled “huh?”


    Yo! There’s a target! A yer who left a deep impression on him!


    A male yer with the ID “Han Bagui” was squatting by the roadside studying a toppled-over tortoise.


    The tortoise was upside down, trying hard to flip itself back over. Han Bagui just giggled and did nothing to help, which made people suspect that he was probably the culprit of the tortoise’s misfortune.


    Concealed in the eaves shadows, Lu Xun watched him from a distance, recalling Han Bagui’s details.


    As far as he recalled, before ying “Heavenly Dust”, Han Bagui was a free yer just like him, his skill level was top-notch, but his awareness level was, even more, striking.


    Don’t be fooled by his silly ID or his dopey day-to-day demeanor, he fought like a wild man!


    Lu Xun had seen a lot of his fight videos on the forum. He was an impulsive risk-taker, but there was a method to his madness.


    Another point ofmonality was that they both enjoyed using massive clubs as their weapon of choice.


    If Han Bagui wasn’t less attractive and sharp than him, Lu Xun would feel like he was looking in a mirror.


    Because of their many simrities, he had kept a close eye on Han Bagui. But then Han Bagui was absorbed by arge guild andter joined the professional club behind that guild, bing a professional yer himself.


    However, after entering the professional league, his appearances and video posts on the forum became few and far between, making people suspect he was another talent lost to the professional gaming industry.


    After all, there were many uncertainties. It might make a man out of him or it could break him.


    While he didn’t want Liu Huangsu in his pond, Han Bagui was a different matter…


    Lu Xun emerged from the shadow, walking with steady strides toward Han Bagui.


    With his head held high and an extraordinary demeanor, he pretended to happen to be passing by.


    Intently observing the tortoise, Han Bagui seemed to sense something. That was the allure of his charisma attribute’s aura, which made people want to take a nce at him.


    He turned his head to look at Lu Xun, slightly taken aback. He didn’t expect to see this NPC with three question marks above his head, purple question marks at that.


    Lu Xun locked eyes with him and could tell from his confused look that—he doesn’t recognize me!


    YouTM don’t scroll through the forums, do you?


    Me! Purple Pce! Look carefully, Purple Pce!


    With still a puzzled face, Han Bagui didn’t recognize the current “People’s Idol”.


    This caused a bit of awkwardness for Lu Xun. Given Han Bagui’s silly behavior, he likely wouldn’t chase after Lu Xun if he just walked past him.


    Therefore, Lu Xun changed tactics. He stopped in front of Han Bagui, turned and looked at him, speaking in a slightly surprised tone: “Huh?”


    After speaking, he began scrutinizing him from head to toe, looking like a sage who’d identally stumbled upon a martial arts prodigy while wandering thend.


    Crouching beside the tortoise was Han Bagui, whose mouth gaped slightly as he blinked vacantly.


    This made Lu Xun suspect that this guy must be quite the simpleton in real life, right?


    Heposed himself and said solemnly, “Would you like to be a


    Sword-serving Child of mine?”


    The moment his words fell, two prompts popped up for Han Bagui.


    Firstly, [Do you want to join the Demon Sect], and then [Do you want to be Lu Xun’s Sword-serving Child?]


    Han Bagui just seemed like aid-back regr yer who didn’t overthink or care too much about things. After staring vacantly at the prompts for a moment, he simply chose [Yes].


    Lu Xun felt that this simpleton wasn’t really drawn to him but simply didn’t care much – if there was a sect that he could join, why not? After all, he was only here to have fun in the game.


    And to be honest, many yers were just like him!


    After epting him as his Sword-serving Child, Lu Xun didn’t n on keeping him by his side all the time for now; he let him go fool around on his own. He directly opened the teaching interface and sent him the Qi Consumption Technique. Then, he issued him a task.


    “Train the Qi Consumption Technique to the fifth level, and thene find me in the Demon Sect,” Lu Xun told Han Bagui, establishing the mission’s objective.


    And the reward for the mission was 4,000 experience points, tossing out all the experience quota he hadn’t used up that day.


    Once Han Bagui epted the task, Lu Xun marched off without another word.


    He could picture Han Bagui sitting there ck-jawed, watching his receding figure with a dazed expression.


    How could a person so spacey have such a terrifyingly sharp battle awareness? It was truly baffling.


    “Indeed, people like me, attractive, intelligent, and highly aware, are a rare breed,” Lu Xun sighed inwardly.


    Lu Xun, who had “picked up” a Simple Eight Turtle on the roadside, didn’t rush back. Instead, he strolled around Qingling City for a while, but made no significant gains.


    He didn’t find any more promising fish to add to his pond, which left him a little disappointed.


    By the time he returned to the Lai Fu Restaurant, it was alreadyte at night.


    Ji Li and Murong Yan had both gone back to their rooms to cultivate, while Little Mute Lin Chan was sitting on the stairs, her thin legs pressed together, staring at the door.


    She was waiting for her master toe home.


    When she saw Lu Xun enter, she quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, then brought out a bowl of piping hot porridge.


    Seeing his wordless apprentice keeping her head down, Lu Xun was slightly surprised. Had she cooked the porridge specially for him?


    He asked, “Is this for me?” Lin Chan gently nodded.


    She felt useless, with a weak body and unable to do any work or be of much help. In the past when her grandfather came home from work in the evening, she’d always serve him a bowl of hot porridge, which he’d always thoroughly enjoy.


    In her heart, her handsome master and her grandfather were the same, both genuinely kind to her. But there wasn’t much she could do in return except making porridge — the one thing she was decently good at.


    However, she wasn’t sure if someone like her handsome master, who seemed like an immortal cultivator, would get hungry at night?


    She also wasn’t sure if her handsome master would like the porridge she made.


    Because of this, Little Mute was even a bit nervous at this moment.