Chapter 3 Chapter 3 No electricity
The style of fantasy dramas suddenly turned into pastoral dramas.
“…Huh?” Li Chang’an stared blankly with his mouth agape, almost doubting that he was hallucinating, and a short sound came out of his throat.
He was initially very apprehensive.
Xuanling Immortal Mountain—the last blessed land, such an important place has been inherited by him, there must be something very important for him to do.
The result is farming and pig raising?
I thought he was going to cultivate immortality, but it turns out he's going to farm instead?
For a moment, the bamboo forest was so quiet that you could hear the sound of bamboo leaves falling.
It took Li Chang'an a long time to move.
He raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.
Standing before me was none other than the cold, dignified, and aloof sword spirit.
Li Chang'an lowered his hand, thought for a moment, and frowned, saying, "Senior, what if I can't do it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black sword hanging beside him suddenly moved and was placed against his neck.
"!" Li Chang'an froze, looking down at the sword in horror, then at the sword spirit.
Is this a threat? This is a threat!
The sword spirit looked down at him and asked coldly, "Why?"
Li Chang'an clenched his fist, mustering his courage: "Farming and raising pigs, how long do you farm? What do you plant? How much do you plant? How many pigs do you raise?"
"I..." Li Chang'an's heart was pounding. "How long will it take for me to recover and get out of here?"
This was the second time he had mentioned wanting to go out.
A hint of doubt seemed to appear on the sword spirit's face, which was as cold as a sword. He asked, "Why do we have to go out?"
Li Chang'an wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
With the sword still held against his neck, he had been relentlessly questioning the sword spirit, and even he himself felt a little guilty.
"We need to make money."
He still has so much debt to pay off.
It's that simple of a reason.
After Li Chang'an finished speaking, he looked nervously at the sword spirit.
This time, he stared intently, thus not missing the complex emotions in the sword spirit's eyes.
It was as if he was shocked, as if he was speechless.
The sword spirit pondered for a long time, then turned around and said, "You're short-sighted. The wealth that the immortal mountain can bring you is enough to ensure you have no worries for ten lifetimes."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and threw a book at the stunned Li Chang'an.
“Cultivation is naturally not to be neglected. Once you embark on the path of cultivation, you can temporarily leave the immortal mountain.”
Li Chang'an instinctively caught the thick book.
He looked down and saw that the book's cover had a faint silver-white lotus pattern.
He touched the cover, lost in thought. When he looked up again, the sword spirit was already flying in mid-air.
Li Chang'an jolted awake, immediately stood up, and clutched the sword at his neck, shouting, "Senior! Senior! Sword! Can't the sword be put back?"
The sword spirit stopped, turned around and said coldly, "That was a decree issued by the Boundless God. If you do not intend to fulfill your mission, you will be eliminated immediately and wait for the next life."
After saying that, he disappeared into the horizon in an instant.
Li Chang'an abruptly withdrew his gaze.
So this wasn't a threat from the sword spirit, but rather a trap set by the god from his previous life for his reincarnation.
"Alright." Li Chang'an patted the sword. "I'll plant it."
With a sword already at his neck, what else can he do?
He still wanted to live.
The black sword trembled, as if it understood what he said, and moved away from his neck, hovering beside him.
Li Chang'an looked around and found a rock to sit on.
He examined the book in his hands and slowly opened the cover.
The title page was inscribed with eight complex and distorted ancient characters. With a flash of golden light, those characters transformed into simplified Chinese characters: Mysterious Spirit Immortal Mountain Basic Manual.
In the bottom right corner, there is a line of small text: For Li Chang'an's exclusive use.
Li Chang'an touched the line of small characters, and a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on welled up inside him.
He shook his head and turned the page.
On the first page was a picture. As soon as Li Chang'an touched it, the picture turned into golden particles and recombine in front of him, becoming a three-dimensional micro-view of the immortal mountain.
Famous characters are inscribed beside the four towering immortal mountains that pierce the clouds.
Li Chang'an looked at the sacred mountain closest to the bamboo forest—Wolu Mountain. The mountain trembled, and a line of small characters appeared beside it:
Sacrifice requirements: five catties of each of the five grains of spiritual grade, three whole pigs weighing two hundred catties each, two jugs of fine wine, and the head of a demon at the Golden Core stage.
Sacrifice?
Just as Li Chang'an had a question in his mind, two more lines of text appeared next to the small print of the sacrificial conditions: "After the sacrifice is completed, the seal of Wolu Mountain will be broken, and you will receive the blessing of the mountain god."
Note: The sacrificial items must be prepared by Li Chang'an himself.
These two lines of text perfectly answered Li Chang'an's question.
Li Chang'an was somewhat stunned.
He had just felt confused about his mission of farming and raising pigs, but after seeing this ritual and recalling the words of the Sword Spirit, he vaguely understood something.
There are golden rune walls outside the four immortal mountains—those must be the seals.
Perhaps his mission is not only to farm and raise pigs, but also to break those seals, ascend to immortality, and enter the cave on the snow mountain.
Li Chang'an looked at the golden particles again.
The content of this book seems to follow his thoughts.
He composed himself, thought for a moment, and asked in his mind: "The cultivation methods of cultivators."
The book in his hands turned a page automatically, the micro-view of the immortal mountain disappeared, and golden particles floated and recombine, revealing a tiny person who continuously demonstrated methods of cultivation and sword practice in front of him.
Li Chang'an's pupils glowed with gold as he stared at the tiny figure with near-obsession.
The bamboo grove was quiet, with a gentle breeze passing through it.
Li Chang'an sat motionless on the rock, the black sword silently hovering beside him.
The sky turned from white to black, the sunlight filtering through the bamboo leaves disappeared, and darkness enveloped the entire blessed land.
Only in front of Li Chang'an did the golden light flicker and leap.
After a while, the golden figure stopped and finished its work, and Li Chang'an reluctantly withdrew his gaze.
The golden figure displays a wide variety of cultivation methods, including sword practice, talisman drawing, weapon crafting, medicine making, and array formation, which is probably the cultivation version of an "encyclopedia" that cultivators dream of.
He closed the book and took a deep breath.
For some reason, with this book in hand, the confusion he felt about inheriting the immortal mountain gradually dissipated.
To survive, he now has to farm and raise pigs.
As for the debts he owes... since Senior Sword Spirit said so, he'll try to make money by farming and raising pigs.
It'll just be a little slower at most.
If all else fails, there must be some spiritual creatures in the immortal mountains. He could sell those spiritual creatures and make a lot of money.
The moment this thought crossed his mind, the black sword rang out and was once again held against Li Chang'an's neck.
Li Chang'an froze again, then reassuringly moved the black sword away: "Alright, alright, I didn't say I wouldn't plant it."
The black sword then hovered beside him.
Li Chang'an stood up, stretched, and looked around.
The wind was strong at night, and the bamboo forest was drafty; he didn't know where he would sleep tonight.
In the end, Li Chang'an dragged a few bamboo stalks (whose purpose was unknown) around the rock to block the wind, and lay down on the big rock to get some sleep.
However, the bamboo forest was damp with dew, and the next morning, Li Chang'an felt sore all over and his head was heavy.
He caught a cold.
Li Chang'an struggled to his feet and held his head.
Black Sword leaned closer, seemingly checking on his condition.
Li Chang'an rubbed his temples, his voice hoarse: "I'm fine."
He took out his phone, which had only 8% battery left, quickly accessed a shopping app, and bought a camping tent and some daily necessities.
After thinking it over, when the battery was down to five percent, I bought grain seeds, three piglets, and two hoes.
My phone was turned off right after I made the payment.
Seeing his own face reflected on the black screen, Li Chang'an belatedly realized a problem:
There's no electricity in this sacred mountain!
A note from the author:
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Actually, there's no signal at all [shrug], it's just that the bamboo forest area is near the exit, so there's a tiny bit of signal [droopy-eared rabbit head].
Li Chang'an: [Heartbroken]
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