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When the Boss Becomes a Playable Character
墨書 Inktalez
Spirit Sword Destiny hasn't had such poor tea in many years.
This tea shop is quite shabby, with creaking tables and chairs, and the thatched roof lets the wind blow through from all sides. It makes sense; the "main character" just starting out is likely to find themselves in such a place for a cup of tea.
Even Spirit Sword Destiny doesn't know what kind of main character he is waiting for.
The world of this fantasy game allows players to set their own main character, choosing their appearance, personality, talents, morality... even the main character's name is still unknown to him.
He can only wait here. This tea shop is the scene where the main character first appears.
The door curtain lifted, and Spirit Sword Destiny glanced over casually. A dark-faced porter was setting down his load, not resembling the person he was waiting for.
As dusk approached, was the main character still trudging through the wilderness?
This place isn't too far from the bustling Xuancheng, and as a newcomer, the main character is likely carrying only a small amount of silver and a youthful ambition, preparing to try their luck in Xuancheng, hoping to join a major sect and embark on the path of cultivation.
When he arrived at this tea shop, he happened to be extremely thirsty and came in for a cup of tea, which led to an unexpected encounter...
Spirit Sword Destiny took a sip of tea and smiled.
For no reason at all, he recalled the martial arts stories he had watched before crossing over, where Qi Shaoshang met Gu Xichao at a flag pavilion tavern, and Wang Shi spotted Bai Choufei in the crowded Wuchang Street... everything that followed stemmed from those moments, altering their fates. Unfortunately, the latter two were not good people, and neither was he.
The main character encountering him would certainly not be a stroke of luck; however, that was beyond the main character's control.
The porter finished his tea and picked up his load again. Only Spirit Sword Destiny remained as the sole customer in the tea shop.
The server was wiping down tables while frequently glancing at him. In such a desolate place with such a quiet tea shop, and with time running late, it was unlikely there would be any more customers. The server probably wanted to close up early.
Spirit Sword Destiny casually placed a piece of broken silver on the table and said lightly, "Refill my cup; the rest is for you."
A piece of broken silver could buy dozens of cups of tea. The server hurried over, tucked the silver into his pocket, and refilled his cup, his previously wandering gaze suddenly becoming much more respectful.
The newly added tea had a milder flavor, and Spirit Sword Destiny was still leisurely sipping it.
He seemed to be quite fond of the countryside near this tea shop, as if he were still waiting for a lost beauty—his appearance was delicate, his clothing simple, and every movement exuded a calm elegance, more like a scholar steeped in books for over a decade than an actual scholar.
As the Left Guardian of the Evil Sect, he rarely showed his face outside of the Demon Realm Youzhou, and the number of people who had seen his true appearance could be counted on one hand. This harmless and gentle demeanor was indeed his original self, but once outside, few would likely believe it.
It was soon going to be dark; Spirit Sword Destiny planned to wait just a moment longer before leaving.
The "protagonist" would definitely come, right in the middle of this month. Whether today or tomorrow, he could afford to wait a little longer.
"Er, bring me a bowl of tea."
The evening sunlight gradually turned gray, about to vanish completely. At that moment, someone lifted the curtain and walked in, immediately calling for a bowl of tea. The voice was clear and cheerful, like a flowing spring, filled with youthful vitality.
Spirit Sword Destiny looked up.
He suddenly felt that this was the person he had been waiting for.
The newcomer happened to be looking at him as well; for some reason, when their gazes met, the expression on that person's face changed, seemingly surprised.
Spirit Sword Destiny was also taken aback. The newcomer had a handsome face that matched his voice perfectly—striking and spirited, with eyes that seemed to hold a star.
This face carried an oddly familiar feeling, as if he had seen it before...
"This young hero," Spirit Sword Destiny said to the newcomer, "may I invite you to sit here and have a cup of tea?"
The young man carried a long sword on his back and should be pleased to hear this title of "young hero."
"You want to treat me?" The young man snapped back to reality from his surprise and smiled candidly. "Sure, of course. To be honest, I only have a few coins left on me; someone treating me is exactly what I need."
He sat down across from Lin Mo, unloaded the backpack from his back, and placed it on the bench.
Without needing to be told, Er Guai instinctively served tea. Lin Mo then ordered a plate of peanuts and a plate of dried tofu. He guessed that the young man had been traveling for a long time and was not only thirsty but also hungry.
"I am Lin Mo," he said. "Forgive me for being so bold as to invite you, but you resemble a good friend of mine whom I haven't seen in a long time."
"Is that so? What a coincidence! I also feel like I've seen you somewhere before!" the young man replied. "My name is Xu Xiaofei. Haven't we met before?"
Since earlier, he had been staring at Lin Mo without blinking. His interest in Lin Mo seemed even stronger than Lin Mo's interest in him.
This direction seemed more interesting than the original plot...
Lin Mo shook his head and picked up the teacup.
"Then it seems we are like old friends at first sight. Since we are fated to meet like this, let me toast you with tea instead of wine!"
"Cheers!" Xu Xiaofei responded readily. The two chipped porcelain cups clinked together, and he tilted his head back, downing most of it.
"You must be a scholar," Xu Xiaofei said. "In the past, when I encountered scholars, I would always avoid them. They speak so eloquently that I can hardly understand... But you are an exception; I felt a connection with you right away. Please don't mind my lack of knowledge."
"How could I?" Lin Mo replied.
The peanuts and dried tofu were served, and Er Guai also brought two pairs of chopsticks. Lin Mo picked up one pair: "Don't just talk; let's eat while we chat."
Xu Xiaofei began to eat without hesitation, and Lin Mo joined him with a piece.
It had been many years since he had eaten such tough dried tofu. Xu Xiaofei seemed genuinely hungry, devouring several pieces in succession.
Lin Mo discreetly observed him.
He traveled back in time too early, waiting for several decades for the protagonist to arrive. He wondered what kind of person had been prepared for him. It was like a lottery; he didn't know if he would draw a gifted genius or a mediocre talent, a kind and gentle person, or... a ruthless and ambitious schemer.
As thoughts swirled in his mind, the smile on his face softened a few degrees.
No matter what kind of person it was, they were an enemy, not a friend. Whether it was to eliminate demons and uphold justice or to seize power, he would ultimately face off against them and the leader with weapons drawn. For now, he would investigate further before making any plans.
Night fell, and he did not light any candles; fortunately, the moonlight was still bright enough. Tonight, the moon was bright and the stars sparse—a good omen.
After finishing a bowl of tea, the two dishes on the table were nearly empty.
Spirit Sword Destiny had already learned about Xu Xiaofei's itinerary; he was indeed heading to Xuancheng, preparing to seek opportunities for enlightenment there. Spirit Sword Destiny casually chatted with Xu Xiaofei about several major sects around Xuancheng, such as the sword-focused Luofu Sect, the carefree Xiaoyao Sect, and the beast-controlling Beast Valley... These matters were not secrets; anyone with an interest in cultivation could easily find out.
As they were talking, Xu Xiaofei suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Where did Er go?"
"I just saw him sneak out," Spirit Sword Destiny replied.
"Sneak out? Sneakily?"
Before Xu Xiaofei could think further, there was a whoosh—
The door curtain was lifted by a strange gust of wind.
A shadow darted in. Before the curtain could settle back into place, a hand had already clamped down on Xu Xiaofei's neck.
It was none other than Er, who had just disappeared.
"Let me go, or this kid's life is over!" Er threatened fiercely into the void.
Before his words had even faded, a young man clad in a Cloud Pattern Robe appeared out of thin air at the entrance of the tea shop. Dozens of bright swords formed from qi circled around him incessantly.
"Let go of the Innocent Person, and I can only cripple your cultivation, leaving you with your life," the Daoist said.
Spirit Sword Destiny recognized him at a glance.
This Daoist was Han Yue, a Sword Cultivator from the Xiaoyao Sect, the one who had introduced Xu Xiaofei to the immortal gate.
This scene originally did not involve Spirit Sword Destiny, and now he could quietly be a spectator.
He paid special attention to Xu Xiaofei's reaction. With his neck held, Xu Xiaofei did not dare to move. However, from the narrow package resting on the bench, a wooden sword quietly slipped out and trembled as it floated up.
Unfortunately, the other party had already sensed it. With a cold snort, the wooden sword suddenly lost its power and fell to the ground with a thud. At the same time, he tightened his fingers, and Xu Xiaofei's face turned pale as if he could hardly breathe.
This guy really has no guts! Spirit Sword Destiny thought.
However, to be able to control a sword with one's heart before even joining a sect is extremely rare.
"Cripple my cultivation and leave me with my life?" The other party sneered. "My enemies are everywhere. Once I lose my cultivation, even if you don't kill me, I won't have much longer to live. Pretending to be righteous is just using a knife to kill someone; you Daoists are all of this dog-like nature!"
"Since that's the case, what do you want?" After being scolded harshly, Han Yue did not get angry but calmly asked.
"Get out a hundred miles away and do not track me for three days; then I will let this person go."
Han Yue listened and fell silent for a moment.
The scene was quiet as everyone waited for his response.
Spirit Sword Destiny actually agreed with the words of this Demon Cultivator hiding behind another identity. If it were someone else in a position of power, they might not hesitate to act without considering Xu Xiaofei as a hostage. They would kill him, brush off their sleeves, and at most say to Xu Xiaofei's corpse, "Sorry, I couldn't save you, but I avenged you." If it were even more disgusting, they might say something like "Dying for the sake of exterminating demons and upholding justice would surely please you in the underworld!"
There are too many hypocrites among so-called righteous Daoists.
However, he knew that Xu Xiaofei was quite lucky, while Han Yue was a rare true gentleman.
Though he did not like him, he deserved respect.
After a moment of thought, Han Yue said, "Alright, I agree..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was taken aback.
A streak of white light floated from behind the Demon Cultivator... it came from the sleeve of the Weak Scholar, who had remained motionless, seemingly stunned. It was light and silent, like a feather.
A feather that brought with it a cold killing intent.
The white feather instantly pierced into the back of the Demon Cultivator's heart.
This was a one-time high-level Secret Treasure. When activated, the spiritual energy sealed within would erupt completely, wielding immense power, yet even an ordinary person could use it. The Spirit Sword Destiny that delivered this strike still appeared as an ordinary person, with no trace of spiritual energy fluctuations around it.
"Ah..." The Demon Cultivator let out a piercing scream as uncontrolled spiritual energy surged forth like a roaring tide. In an instant, it collapsed the tea stall, and both Spirit Sword Destiny and Xu Xiaofei were thrown high into the air.
A layer of light blue Water Wave suddenly rose from Spirit Sword Destiny, protecting him.
Even so, when he crashed heavily to the ground, his vision darkened and he lost consciousness.
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