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Cold wind whipped about like blades, and snow flew around, falling to the ground.
Lu Sheng opened his eyes and found himself seated in a dull-yellow horse carriage, which shook left and right. He could hear a young girl speak in a soft and gentle voice beside him.
Outside the carriage was a sea of buzz and commotion. Hawkers were trying to sell their goods, people were yelling and others exclaiming. Children were making a din.
Lu Sheng heaved a deep sigh.
He knew he could no longer go back. He was originally a seasoned player in a state-owned enterprise. However, he’d gotten drunk, and when he woke up from his stupor, he found himself in this present world.
It had been five days since then.
He sniffed at the air, smelling a wafting aroma of wine, mixed with the fragrance of pies and fried nuts.
"Sigh… The Osmanthus Winery’s white osmanthus wine is getting more and more fragrant," the personal servant girl in the carriage, Little Qiao, whispered in a childish voice.
Little Qiao was only twelve this year, but with her natural dollish features and petite figure, she looked no different from a ten-year-old.
Her small, chubby face carried a natural blush. She donned a small green cotton skirt and her hands were now rubbing a hair tie she was preparing to tie up Lu Sheng’s hair with when they alighted.
This kind of hair tie was made of the expensive bark of a species of rubber tree which emanated a light fragrance. The only bad thing about it was that it stiffened when the weather got cold and needed to be warmed and softened by rubbing it with warm hands.
Lu Sheng laughed and kept silent. Meanwhile, the carriage quickly came to a stop.
He pulled back the carriage’s veil and alighted, stepping onto the greyish white street covered with bluestone tiles, each as big as a face basin.
On the street, carriages and horses led by people travelled in either direction. Hawkers chatted with ladies who were out on a stroll, and wives appeared in public and laughed without care or restraint, peals of laughter resounding incessantly on the street.
Lu Sheng raised his head and saw the winery ahead. On a white rectangular signboard, three giant words danced – The Osmanthus Winery.
"Young Master Lu, you’re here! Come in, please! Room A has been reserved for you!" A servant greeted them with a welcoming smile.
Lu Sheng nodded. From Little Qiao’s hands, he received a silver-bordered white paper fan and shook it open like a rich young master. A scenery of mountains and a river intertwined with each other was painted onto the fan, and a poem had been written on the side. It was clearly the work of a great literati.
He followed the servant into the familiar winery.
It was divided into two stories. The hall on the first story was presently filled with many of those who were listening to song performances.
A young lady dressed in green stood in the middle of the empty space, her clear voice twisting and turning melodiously. Beside her, a middle-aged woman was playing a lute.
The song being performed was called Three Meetings, a tragic love story about a general on a mission of conquest and a fox lady in the mountain wilderness.
But it was a shame that those present were a boorish bunch, and only few somewhat cultured ones among them were barely able to understand the song. The rest of them treated the two ladies like thin air.
Those who tipped were even fewer.
Lu Sheng paused. Seeing how lively it was, he sat down on an empty seat on the first story.
"Who picked Three Meetings?" He asked the servant casually.
He held an uncommon status here in The Osmanthus Winery. Had it been an upscale place of entertainment on Earth, he would have been a VVIP guest: a patron whose annual spending was at least in five digits.
In a small northern city like this Nine Links City, such spending was enough to make one a VVIP customer.
"It’s Young Master Zhou. Young Master Zhou Que," the servant replied softly.
Not intending to make things difficult for him, Lu Sheng dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
After pulling Little Qiao down onto a seat, his gaze swept the crowd on the first story and quickly landed on a pale and frail gentleman clad in white robes. He was fanning himself lightly with an ugly gold fan he held in his hand.
"I bet he’s targeting that young girl who’s singing," Lu Sheng shook his head.
"Young Master just warned him last time. That lad’s really a rotten egg!" Little Qiao pouted angrily. [1]
Lu Sheng smiled and no longer said anything. He started listening to the song quietly.
Dishes soon filled the top of the mahogany table. Lu Sheng grabbed some stir-fried meat slices with lettuce and started eating.
He also drank a mouthful of white osmanthus wine, drinking it as if it were a normal beverage. The faint and sweet floral fragrance mixed up in it made it taste like fruit juice.
‘Food and clothing fit for royalty, without any lack or want, and I’ve even got a pretty servant girl to warm my bed… this lifestyle is way too decadent,’ sometimes, Lu Sheng would think about simply living the rest of his life this way. The pursuit of his previous life was to eat, drink and laze around anyway.
He ate another mouthful of dishes, and drank another mouthful of wine. Then, he opened his mouth so Little Qiao could put in a salted ice prawn she had just shelled.
Those ice prawns were the local specialty of this snowy northern city. Just a casual scoop in a thick ice hole would draw up a large amount of translucent prawns.
Those were ice prawns.
They were half the length of a normal prawn but were a fresh delicacy. The meat melted instantly in one’s mouth, serving up an indescribable gastronomic pleasure.
Of course, it was extremely pricey.
It was already considered extravagant for an average person to eat it once a month. Who could enjoy it during every meal like him?
Lu Sheng enjoyed the delicacies and wine before him while listening to the song, but his mind was elsewhere.
He had already arrived in this ancient China-like world for so many days. Yet, according to his observations, this world was riddled with many strange happenings.
Initially, he’d thought that he had gone back into the ancient times, but later he discovered otherwise.
The customs, the habits, the weather and the climate here were all vastly different from those during the times of any other dynasty or in any place that he knew of.
As he was thinking of these things, the winery’s main doors opened again.
A group of muscular men dressed in short robes filed in, finding a table near the corner and sitting down immediately.
These muscular men were clearly not locals. Their dressing indicated that they seemed to have come from the Central Plains. Neither their clothing nor bearing were as rough as the northerners.
"Ai…"
The leader among them was a bald man with bronze earrings and a fierce-looking face. Yet here he was, sighing.
"The days are getting worse."
"Don’t worry, big brother. If we can’t go past Lee Village, we’ll just take the second route. Skirting around Zhang Village will work, too," another man said with a frown.
"What do you know? I came to meet up with you guys precisely via that route. They’re not much better off than the people at Lee Village… there’s plenty of dead there too," the bald man’s fierce-looking face trembled and turned even more sorrowful.
"What on earth happened? Tell us big brother, so we can learn a thing or two," a man urged.
The bald muscular man sighed again. "I don’t know the specifics either. I just know that quite a few fishing villages by the Sui Yang Lake have been affected. Seems like a water ghost has been haunting them."
"Water ghost!? No way!"
Lu Sheng’s table was not far from them and he could hear their conversation which they made no effort to conceal.
At first, he was simply listening for fun, but little did he expect that those men started chatting about some superstitious things.
The Lu family in his present life was one of the several most wealthy families in this snowy northern city. Saying that they lived high off the hog would be an understatement.
If it was on Earth, they would be at least billionaires.
During those past few days, coming out for a drink, he had heard more than a few rumors about demons, spirits, gods and ghosts in the winery. But they were largely gossip.
This was the first case that involved people who had a personal encounter, so Lu Sheng raised his ears and eavesdropped attentively on their conversation.
It was a good thing that they did not hush it up. They continued chatting loudly about the strange occurrences in the fishing villages.
"That water ghost… I saw it with my own eyes… it was over ten feet tall, with a green face and fangs, covered with lots of seaweed. Oh my goodness, if I, your big brother, didn’t run fast enough, you wouldn’t be able to see me now," the bald man was still having the shivers as he recalled it.
"Big brother, is the water ghost real?" One of them was skeptical.
"Are you sure you didn’t make up this story?" Another of them sneered.
Having heard to this point, Lu Sheng found it funny too. It was probably another boast by some boor from god-knows-where. He had seen many of his kind in this world.
Having eaten something and drunk some wine, he made a servant bring over the singing lady’s song list and casually looked it over.
Three Meetings was not bad, but didn’t suit the atmosphere. He wanted to change it to a more joyous tune.
"PA!"
But, right at that moment, the bald man slapped the table with his palm, his face now red.
"You really think that I, Boss Hu, only knows how to boast!? Look, look at what this is! That’s a piece of bone left behind by the water ghost! I secretly picked it up after the incident!"
He retrieved a piece of jade-like green stone gingerly from his chest and slapped the tabletop with it.
"Isn’t that just a piece of mixed jade?" One of them sneered.
"Mixed jade? This is mixed jade?! Go eat crap!" The bald man’s face was red with rage.
"This brother over here. Can you show me that thing?"
A mild voice rang out from the side suddenly.
Lu Sheng was standing beside their table with a smile on his face. His gaze swept across the green piece of jade on the tabletop.
"This thing… you dare to take it? This was left behind by a water ghost," the bald man remarked in surprise.
He had merely taken it out to show it off for a while and was planning to throw it away a little later.
After all, it was left behind by something inhuman. If it led the water ghost to him, he would really be in deep trouble.
"It’s ok. I just want to take a look," Lu Sheng did not believe in any tale about a water ghost. It just seemed to him that the piece of jade would sell well; it looked different from your average jade.
The average mixed jade could be purchased from shops and stalls everywhere. It was casually polished from jadeite corners and was extremely cheap.
But, for some strange reason, the moment he saw this piece of jade, he knew something was different about it.
The bald Boss Hu glanced at Lu Sheng and saw that he carried an extraordinary aura about him, dressed in clothes worn by the rich.
He wore a green robe and a white fox fur jacket. On his head was a jade officer hat, and on his feet, there were black-soled shoes with cloud patterns embroidered on them with silver threads.
The cost of his entire outfit was enough to pay for a few months’ worth of spending at The Osmanthus Winery... and probably enough to equal an average household’s annual expenditure as well.
"Well, Young Master, if you want it, er… just a talent of silver will do!" The muscular man ventured after some hesitation.
"Deal," Lu Sheng let Little Qiao take out a talent of silver and place it on the table.
"It’s yours now," the bald man took the jade and stuffed it in Lu Sheng’s hands decisively. The few of them exchanged glances with each other, rose from the table and left.
Without another word, Lu Sheng watched them leave. He held up the jade in his hand for a closer examination.
‘A talent of silver. If this was China on Earth, then we’re talking about a thousand Chinese dollars’ worth of purchasing power. Only in this life can I spend so extravagantly,’ he shook his head. A talent of silver meant nothing to him. According to the memories of his present body, his average monthly expenditure was at least above a hundred talents of silver. [2]
Occasionally, he would even spend up to a thousand talents and more. That equaled millions on today’s Earth!
Thinking of this, he complained in his heart about what a prodigal the previous host of this body had been.
Ignoring the stares of the surrounding onlookers, he held onto the jade, called Little Qiao and left the winery, heading towards the horse carriage waiting outside.
Yet right after stepping out of the winery, before he was even halfway there, he abruptly stood still and placed the jade in the heart of his palm.
There and then, in the middle of his right palm, the jade started melting!
In a matter of seconds, the originally hard rock dissolved into a pool of dark green goo. A faint but terrible scream came out from the goo.
"Poof!"
Without warning, the goo exploded into a ball of green smoke and gradually dispersed in front of Lu Sheng.
He stood rooted to the ground in shock. Refocusing his sight, he saw that the jade was still in his palm, but the green sheen within it had vanished silently.
‘Just now that was…’
He stood on the spot blankly, continuously recalling the image he had just seen.
"Young Master? Young Master???" Little Qiao kept calling out beside him.
Lu Sheng snapped out of his reverie and looked at the jade in his hand once again. It was now nothing more than an ordinary cobblestone; not even a vestige of jade remained.
Hair stood on the back of his neck. Imperceptibly, he seemed to understand something.
"Let’s go. Back to the manor!"
Little Qiao blinked and took a while to react. "Okay…"
Both of them boarded the carriage. The driver gave a few whips and two black hairy horses began to advance slowly.
In the carriage, Lu Sheng did not make a sound. He just kept staring at the cobblestone in his palm. At this point, Little Qiao too discovered the change in the stone.
‘We got scammed again!’ She muttered in her heart but did not say much. ‘Young Master’s considered alright this time. The biggest scam he fell for in the past was that supposedly ancient wine flask. It cost over a thousand silver talents and almost drove Old Master to his grave. It’s just a talent of silver this time. Sometimes Young Master’s meal costs more than that.’
The horse carriage headed straight for the manor. As it passed by the city gates, Lu Sheng heard shouts from the outside.
"…I heard a while back that the water ghost has been exorcized! A travelling priest saved the fishing villages from danger!"
"Has the court sent anyone?"
"Yeah, already quite some time ago. I heard even the prefectural yamen’s Chief Constable Ouyang almost lost his life. Good thing he met a travelling priest. According to the news, when the priest attacked, there was a blinding golden flash and the water ghost cried out pathetically before turning into green goo. Afterward, it just exploded into thick smoke and then dispersed." [3]
"So it wasn’t attacked by the court’s experts?"
"Of course not!"
Lu Sheng could tell that it was the officers on guard duty chit-chatting.
He would often intentionally pass by the gates on this side of the city. The soldiers on guard duty were well-informed of the latest news and loved to brag and bullshit about strange news from all over the region.
‘What a coincidence…’ Lu Sheng’s face betrayed nothing.
Recalling that piece of jade from earlier, his heart sank.
Meanwhile, the horse carriage lumbered on toward Ku Rong Street – the most prosperous part of the city.
[1] ED/N: Before Lu Sheng was addressed "young master", whereas here the servant girl adds the character for "big", which has a more respectful sound to it. While I’m not a TL so I can’t tell for sure with my much worse Chinese, it seems to mean that he’s the oldest son of his parents (which is a fact) or the oldest youth in his generation in his family (branch families likely do not count). It could also mean that he’s the first in line to inherit the family head’s position. Later on, she’ll also use this form of address (but also at least one more word that also translates to "young master"). There are many ways to say "young master" in Chinese, but we’ll always translate them as "young master" (sometimes we’ll use capital letters to emphasize the instances where it’s a translation of a more respectful Chinese version).
[2] ED/N: Chinese dollars = Yuan = Renminbi. While only the latter two names are official (as far as I know that is), the first one also be heard from time to time.
[3] ED/N: "Yamen" is the word for a government office that existed during feudalism in China.
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The end of Ku Rong Street was where a district for the wealthy was. The Lu Manor was one of the houses there.
The horse carriage headed straight down Ku Rong Street and entered into a garden area.
This area was surrounded by greyish-white stone walls, forming a huge oval shape.
On the left of the area was where the Lu Manor was located.
The manor was the very image of quiet and tranquility, with black doors flanked by red lanterns and two stone chimeras, now covered with a white layer of snow.
The horse carriage stopped at the entrance of the Lu Manor, where Lu Sheng alighted. People within the mansion had long since heard the sound of him approaching and unhurriedly opened the doors. A chamberlain awaited at the entrance.
As soon as Lu Sheng and Little Qiao passed through the doors, they saw a good-looking man and a woman standing together on a stone bridge to the right of the residence.
The man was dashing, confident and with a brilliant countenance. He had sharp brows and sparkling eyes, and there was a thick aura of a Confucian scholar around him.
The woman looked soft and gentle, her eyes beautiful as if taken from a painting. She had slender waist and long legs; her manner was that of a well-bred girl from a wealthy family.
Seeing the two of them, Lu Sheng’s train of thought was briefly interrupted. His mood lifted somewhat, and took the initiative to go over to greet them.
"Elder Brother Xu, why are you here only today? My little cousin has missed you for the past days," he smiled as he walked on the stone bridge.
The man smiled as he turned and caught sight of Lu Sheng. "So it’s Young Master Sheng. Earlier, I had to follow orders to investigate into something, a case which had just been resolved. I came to see Yiyi as soon as I could. Don’t blame me for this, I couldn’t disobey orders from the higher ups."
"A case? Has there recently been a case so big that Elder Brother Xu needed to personally take care of it?" Lu Sheng knew that Elder Brother Xu Daoran was of a high position.
He was a County Lord who was overall in charge of law and order in all of the counties within Nine Links City area.
The position of a County Lord was second only to that of the County Magistrate, and was akin to that of a Police Commissioner.
"Just some cases in the fishing villages, but they’ve been resolved," Xu Daoran smiled warmly. "Although, Little Sheng, when are you coming to help me? You promised me previously that you would come to help me out in planning for the city’s law and order."
How could Lu Sheng remember everything this body’s previous host had promised in the past? He gave a perfunctory laugh and hurried to change the subject.
"Fishing villages? Don't tell me it has to do with the rumored water ghost?"
"What water ghost! It was just a lunatic driven to madness by his desire for revenge who went on a killing spree. I have already beheaded him at the scene!" Xu Daoran shook his head and said indifferently. "The case has been resolved, let’s not dampen our spirits by harping on these matters. Little Sheng, do you still remember what I promised Yiyi previously?"
"To offer joss-sticks in Red Lotus Temple, and take a hike while you’re at it?" Lu Sheng swiftly replied with a smile.
"You sure remember these play things very well," Xu Daoran helplessly replied and added, "You’re no longer young… nineteen-year-old this year, was it? You should find some work to do. You can't expect to live the rest of your life like this, can you?"
He had watched Lu Sheng grow up. Because their families had been long-time friends, he had always seen Lu Sheng as his younger brother.
Now, he felt that he had to offer a few words of advice.
Lu Sheng shook his head and laughed. "Elder Brother Xu, do you want me to become an official, or a businessman?"
"An official, of course. This is also your father’s wish. Your maternal and paternal uncles both hope that you can come over and help them as soon as possible. After all, you’re the eldest son of the Lu family," Xu Daoran persuaded.
"Let’s not talk about this first. It’s not urgent, not urgent at all! I’m still young. What logic is there behind this hurry to chase the eldest son out?" Unconcerned, Lu Sheng replied randomly in a casual tone.
Xu Daoran and Lu Yiyi were both speechless, and did not continue the topic.
Lu Sheng did not want to dwell on the subject of being an official. He changed the subject, and walked off with Little Qiao in the direction of his sleeping quarters.
Once he got there, he changed his clothes. Without even going to greet his father, he then took the piece of cobblestone and went alone to the garden at the back of the manor.
Xu Daoran was born in the Xu family which, like the Lu family, was one of the most illustrious families in this northern city that is Nine Links. Their members had far-reaching influence, and held important positions in all areas of the city.
Lu Sheng felt rather kindly disposed towards Xu Daoran; he was a sincere and honest guy, without selfish motives, and was genuinely interested in Yiyi.
To Lu Sheng, he was as close as an elder brother.
Except…
Lu Sheng grasped onto the cobblestone, once again thinking back to the earlier scene. He thought back to what he had incidentally heard at the city gates, about how the water ghost had been killed.
‘In this world, are there ghosts and immortals…?’
There was a faint, indescribable gloom in his heart as he gazed at the snow swirling in the garden.
‘Perhaps it’s just as Elder Brother Xu said... it’s just a false rumor spread by the people,’ he shook his head, grasping onto a thread of wishful thinking in his heart.
Early in the evening, he returned to his room to wash and sleep. The day’s events had left him befuddled. With so many things on his mind, he quickly grew tired.
He slept through the night, up until sunrise.
"DONG DONG DONG! DONG DONG DONG!"
The sound of frantic knocks arose.
Lu Sheng abruptly opened his eyes, shot up from the bed and looked towards the door.
"Who is it?!"
"Young Master...! There’s been trouble...!" It was Little Qiao’s voice.
Lu Sheng hurriedly got off his bed to open the door. Outside, Little Qiao stood there with a terrifyingly pale face, devoid of all color. The fat cheeks on her baby face were currently trembling uncontrollably.
"Xu… Xu… Xu…"
Seeing this, an ominous sense of crisis began to rise in Lu Sheng’s heart.
"Just what happened? Take a deep breath!" He raised his hand to pat Little Qiao’s back vigorously.
Only then was Little Qiao able to breathe normally.
"The Xu family… Lord Xu’s family’s all finished!!" She said in one breath, sobbing.
Lu Sheng was stupefied.
Little Qiao speedily helped Lu Sheng into his outer robes. Without saying another word, they both sped towards the outer manor.
The patriarch of the Lu family, Lu Fang, was standing outside the manor. He had his hands behind his back, a hint of a tremble on his crestfallen face.
Three huge black double horse carriages waited next to him.
Lu Sheng, along with his other cousins within the manor, hastily paid respects to Lu Fang before promptly boarding the carriages.
Lu Fang and Lu Sheng sat together, father and son both silent as they faced each other. Neither spoke a word while on the carriage.
Lu Fang was over sixty years of age. With a white beard, skinny build and handsome features, he looked more like a distinguished scholar rather than a businessman.
The horse carriages advanced without slowing down. It wasn't long till they arrived outside the Nine Links City’s gates.
Lu Sheng alighted from the carriage, and was shocked by the scene before his eyes.
To the left of the carriageway outside the city gates, ten corpses lay neatly on the snow. From young to old, from men to women… they were all of the Xu family!
All of them were clad in robes custom-made for the Xu household. Xu Daoran lay in the middle of the third row.
His face was ashen, his body stiff and eyes shut tightly. His expression was one of extreme fear, just as if he had seen something immensely terrifying before his death.
Lu Sheng saw the constables maintaining order at the scene. He saw his own father, Lu Fang, standing in front of an old man’s corpse, not saying a word with his fists clenched tightly.
The Prefect, having heard the news, was also present, his face as white as the snow surrounding them.
Lu Sheng took a deep breath and walked slowly to stand next to a constable. "How did they die?"
That constable recognized him and knew who he was. He sighed.
"All of them died in their own manor, hung by seaweed from the house beams. No idea where the seaweed came from…"
"Yiyi! Yiyi!!"
A cry of alarm suddenly sounded out from behind. Obviously, little cousin Yiyi had fainted.
Lu Sheng heaved a deep sigh, recalling what Xu Daoran had said to him only the day before.
He had just returned from solving cases in the fishing villages…
Fishing villages…
Water ghost…
That bizarre piece of cobblestone…
In that moment, many thoughts went through Lu Sheng’s mind.
In actuality, he had only been in this world for a couple of days, and did not have any deep attachment to Xu Daoran. Therefore, he only felt a sense of regret and shock at the moment. However, he did not feel the grief others would have expected of him.
It’s not that he had never seen corpses before.
Rather, it’s just that he had never seen this many corpses before.
"Where is Priest Chi Ling of the Xu household?" He heard Lu Fang asking the senior constable.
"In another area. The corpse has been split into many chunks, one of which has even been gnawed at by a beast…" the senior constable replied in a low voice.
A spell of silence.
Be it the Lu family, the Prefect or the commoners looking on from the city gates, they were all silent.
"Priest Chi Ling is quick with his sword, and is even a cut above Uncle Zhao…" Lu Fang gradually lowered his voice.
Uncle Zhao was the strongest martial arts master employed by the Lu family. Priest Chi Ling was stronger than Uncle Zhao, and yet he was killed.
This was no longer a simple murder case, but a grave danger that was enough to threaten everyone present!
Of all the people present, who would dare say that he was mightier than the Xu family?
No one would dare say so, not even the Prefect.
Lu Sheng stood silently on the roadside. He’d initially thought that this world was very safe and was but an imitation of the ancient China, that’s all. There were some surprising occurrences, but nothing too serious.
But now, it seemed…
He touched the cobblestone that was in his sleeve pocket.
The cobblestone was shockingly hot at the moment.
He took out the cobblestone, hesitated for a bit, and then lightly threw it away.
This item might just bring calamity upon him.
The Xu family had a foundation as robust as his own Lu family, and yet was entirely wiped out in the span of a single night.
This caused Lu Sheng to be greatly alarmed in his heart.
He deliberated, and suddenly walked over to the right of the cobblestone, bent over, and picked it up.
"Psss."
Unknowingly, his forefinger had been accidentally cut by wild grass jutting out from the snow-covered ground.
It was a special kind of grass. The sides of its leaves were sharp as the edge of a blade.
Lu Sheng’s finger was immediately sliced and bled, a few drops of blood dripping onto the cobblestone.
"Young Master?" Little Qiao followed closely behind him, somewhat anxious, with tears streaming down her small face. Clearly, Xu Daoran’s death was a huge blow to her.
Lu Sheng’s body was frozen on the spot.
A series of extremely unique syllables suddenly floated across his mind.
"Welcome to the Deep Blue Skills Cheating Device."
In a moment, Lu Sheng’s eyes went into a daze. Quite a while passed before he was back to himself.
He stared at the translucent, bluish square frame floating before his eyes. Astonishingly, in it he could see his name and all skills he currently mastered.
‘Isn’t this… the little cheating device I wrote for a mobile phone app?!’
Lu Sheng felt like he was going mad, having one hallucination after another.
It was bad enough that he had been reincarnated into this Young Master of a wealthy family, who barely had the strength to truss a chicken. As if that wasn’t enough, he was actually having all sorts of hallucinations now!
In his previous life, he had downloaded a little game called Chronicles of Flying Swords and Heroes when he was bored. However, because the game was too difficult, he had programmed a simple cheating device to modify his martial arts in the game.
He had named it the Deep Blue Cheating Device. Come to think of it, the voice he had heard earlier was his own, recorded through a voice-changing device.
Never did he expect…
Lu Sheng looked resolutely into the space within the square frame.
The space was remarkably simple. There were only numerous small boxes, packed densely together.
On it were written:
Lu Sheng – –
Martial Arts: None.
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