Chapter 197: You’re Just Full of Flaws
Chapter 197: You’re Just Full of Flaws
This Wandering Light played quite a few tricks, but he also knew quite a bit. Pity that ninety percent of the accumulation over thirty thousand years was about swords, especially these abstract and elusive Sword Intents, which were completely useless to Chen Xiyi.
Chen Xiyi could not help but sigh. This time, he had gained little. First, because of module incompatibility—he had no martial arts type modules, so Wandering Light’s swordsmanship was basically just for show. He also could not use Wandering Light’s memories to achieve his own desired abilities, like the mindset of Sword Intent.
This concept was too vague, relying entirely on the word “heart.”
It was the complete opposite of Chen Xiyi. Asking a Player to treat a skill with heart? That was absurd. If a skill was not good, they just swapped it for another—upgrade it, strengthen it, enchant it, and so on.
What’s more, Chen Xiyi was on the path of a Qi Refiner, and a very different kind of Qi Refiner compared to typical Cultivators.
His school of Qi Refiners focused on the Primordial Spirit and research, not on mystical enlightenment.
If you talked to Ji Shan about abstract Sword Intent, Fist Intent, or other vague ideas, he would stare at you like you were a fool.
What was the use of that stuff? Did it increase spell power, strengthen defense, or was it just for show? Whatever the effect, one could achieve it through research. Spending a hundred years in enlightenment was just wasting time.
Chen Xiyi could try to comprehend Sword Intent, but his aptitude was no match for Lin Feng’s. At most, he was at ordinary human level. Without special circumstances, he would only reach Body Forging realm in this lifetime. Even Body Forging ninth layer would require hard training. As for Sword Intent? Maybe after a hundred years, he might grasp a little something.
But if Chen Xiyi did not dwell on such abstract concepts and instead followed the Qi Refiner path and systematic scientific thinking for his own research, a hundred years might allow him to soar high and even stand shoulder to shoulder with the Sun.
He was not a cultivation genius; he relied on cheats and effort. If he could gain sudden enlightenment just by staring at a sword or have a breakthrough after watching scenery, he would not be living the miserable, never-ending 007 life.
“Ah, if only I had the Protagonist’s luck.” Chen Xiyi sighed.
Then he began to repeatedly screen Wandering Light’s memories.
His main focus was on the First Immortal. However, there was one puzzling point: why did the Home Game’s appraisal call it “Mist of Ancient History”? At first glance, it sounded like an item, whether it was the prefix or the name itself.
“Maybe it’s a type?”
Chen Xiyi was confused. According to the final analysis in the poem, History was definitely the destination, so being labeled a type was normal.
For example, Ji Shan was called a “Dao-Integrating Eternal” in the Home Game, not something like “Ji Shan who integrated the Dao.” This indicated uniqueness—even the Home Game gave them special names.
In other words, they were like VS or elite monsters.
Thinking of this, if he had killed that big monster Ji Shan back then, he probably would have collected something incredible.
Of course, it was just a thought. He estimated that even if he brought all eighty-four thousand Buddha Lands, Ji Shan would still beat him.
His Buddha Lands could not compare with Ji Shan’s Void Heaven.
He was even thinking that perhaps not even the First Immortal was a match for Ji Shan. Even though the First Immortal existed within History, once he emerged, he would probably be blasted to dust.
The First Immortal had records that could be found, but how long had Ji Shan lived? Whether he was the founder of Qi Refiners? Chen Xiyi did not know. But Ji Shan had certainly lived longer than the First Immortal.
After all, Chen Xiyi had never seen Ji Shan truly fight.
That was probably why Qi Refiners were so cunning. Even against weaker people, they would use deceit and schemes rather than reveal their true strength.
If he had not overheard after resurrection, he would have gone to his grave not knowing that he had been trapped in a plot from the moment he arrived. He had not realized it was for any other reason.
Before understanding this, he assumed they just wanted to exploit him. He never thought they would be so ruthless as to use their own experimental subjects to kill him from behind.
“But this First Immortal is not bad either; he hides deeply. Pity the Game Map still has limitations.
“This Wandering Light really was not capable. It took him ten thousand years to realize something was wrong. He spent another twenty thousand years preparing, only to find nothing but the Mist. He messed with History and practiced sword techniques all day. One day, the First Immortal might come and slap him back to reality.
“Wait, I think I get it…” Chen Xiyi suddenly realized why the Chronological World existed.
Because Wandering Light was forced out of History. To take the final step, one must be inside History, but a dangerous person lurked there. So Wandering Light had no choice but to create a Chronological World that simulated History as a substitute.
Wandering Light’s memories did not state this outright, but Chen Xiyi figured it out.
“The First Immortal has a problem. He might be severely injured.”
Chen Xiyi solidified his idea. There were two possibilities for this injury: either he was wounded when he first arrived in this world, or the world was insufficient to allow him to become History in the poetic sense, and he suffered a backlash from forcing it.
Hence, he could not prevent a The Immortal like Wandering Light from emerging. In fact, he might have deliberately let Wandering Light appear to help him repair this flaw.
Otherwise, there was no explanation for why he deliberately left behind the Ascension Ritual.
“So in the Immortal’s Ascension Ritual, the First Immortal actually had an issue. That is why he cultivated and interfered with someone who only completed the The Immortal stage.”
“More importantly, because of his own condition, he could not directly interfere in History, or even leave it at all. He could only suppress Wandering Light’s further development in the form of Mist.”
“His mistake was choosing a puppet with overly monstrous talent, who not only broke free but also posed a threat to him.”
“Although free from control, Wandering Light remained under influence. He grew stronger, yet the other never interfered. He was allowed to compensate for the shortcomings—meaning he was still being raised for slaughter.”
“Then I appeared, causing Lin Feng to change. This caught not only Wandering Light off guard, but the First Immortal as well.”
“I had Moyan’s ability ‘Name Obscured by Blood’ concealing me, so the other could not accurately track me. He could only try to predict my actions through others. That’s how he fell into the trap.”
“Hmm, Li Zhao was truly reliable.”
In the end, Chen Xiyi concluded that the person responsible for tricking two The Immortals was Li Zhao. Without the book he gave him that enlightened Moyan, Chen Xiyi would still be hiding in the Homestead, preserving his life.
“However, the Mist still needs to be resolved.”
The Mist within History and the Mist in reality were completely different.
Even with all his strength and the eighty-four thousand Buddha Primordial Spirits, he might not withstand it. Wandering Light had been helpless against the Mist; it seemed to erode his foundation, his very concepts.
Without the home-field advantage of the Mist, when he and Lin Feng took on the VS, they would face the same situation Wandering Light faced against him: increasingly disadvantaged until violently crushed.
“Ask Lin Feng to open a portal so I can grab some Mist from History for experiments.”
If there was a problem, solve it. Better than sitting around waiting.
Chen Xiyi got up and returned to the Five Immortals Cave Shelter. Inside, Lin Feng was sitting cross-legged in a corner, eyes closed, meditating.
Upon sensing Chen Xiyi’s arrival, Lin Feng opened his eyes. Chen Xiyi felt as if he saw a sword—not a steel one, but something like a sprouting Wooden Sword, giving a vibrant sense of life.
“What’s up?” Lin Feng reined in his aura, like a sword sheathed, showing no edge.
“Oh, release some Mist for me. I want to study it so we have a better chance. Even though you are nearing the First Immortal’s strength, you are still not his match. And fighting on his turf without preparation could be disastrous.”
Chen Xiyi came straight to the point.
“Good thinking. Otherwise, if we went in unprepared, we probably would not make it back.” Lin Feng suddenly realized. Lately, he had been focused solely on studying Wandering Light’s legacy, without considering these things.
“How much do you want? I will open a portal,” Lin Feng said.
Chen Xiyi thought for a moment, then led Lin Feng over to the fence. “Open it in here—as much as you can. Do not step inside the fence.”
Lin Feng was doubtful. Wouldn’t it drift out? Release as much as possible? Despite his confusion, he did not question it. He tried to open a passage into History but could not manage it.
“???”
After several more attempts, nothing happened, leaving Chen Xiyi puzzled.
“Why aren’t you doing it?”
“There is something strange about this place. I lost my connection to History; I cannot open it.”
“…”
Chen Xiyi forgot. This was a Shelter, under Homestead rule coverage. Lin Feng was probably cut off.
“Let’s go outside and try.”
After leaving the Five Immortals Cave Shelter, Chen Xiyi thought it over and decided it would not work. Without the Shelter, he felt exposed too, since he was currently defenseless, without his eighty-four thousand Buddha Primordial Spirits.
Then an idea struck him—he thought of a good solution.
He immediately took an Alloy Carriage out of his pocket and opened the door.
“Here, release the Mist into the carriage. Make sure to pack it all in; do not let any leak out,” Chen Xiyi instructed.
Lin Feng looked at the Alloy Carriage and could not help but complain, “I won’t ask why you pulled a carriage from your pocket, but why is the horse made of iron? Can that even run?”
“Is now the time to worry about whether the carriage can run? We need you to open a portal and release the Mist!”
Chen Xiyi was exasperated. This guy was getting less serious by the day. Once a cold swordsman, now he could probably join a comedy duo with Chen Xiyi—Chen Xiyi as the straight man, Lin Feng as the funny one.
“Oh, right, right. Your entire being is just full of things to criticize. I just could not help it,” Lin Feng said.
“…” Did he think he was some glasses-wearing character from next door whose main job was to complain?
Ahem. “Don’t rush me; I need to focus. This cannot be hurried; it needs—”
“Can you please hurry up?!”
Chen Xiyi wondered how this personality could turn into Wandering Light. If he had not seen Wandering Light’s memories, he would suspect Lin Feng had been swapped out midway.
Or was it that proximity to him had influenced Lin Feng?
‘Impossible. It must be Lin Feng’s own fault. I am a normal person… a normal Player. Definitely not the unreliable type.’ Chen Xiyi silently grumbled to himself.
Although he looked human, he had no organs or bones inside—whether he counted as human was questionable, especially since even his three souls and seven spirits were artificially supplemented by bonds.