Chapter 80: Puzzling the System
Oh, a monster stealer?
Seeing the long sword stuck in the Magic Horned Snake’s corpse, Mu Qiu’s brow twitched.
What a beautiful long sword.
Snow seemed to float on the sword, making one feel as if they were in an icy world just by looking at it.
And the sword’s owner was still coughing violently at the moment.
As the light faded, Mu Qiu saw a slender and beautiful woman’s back.
She wore a black long dress, and after coughing, a violent retching sound was heard.
The woman vomited a pool of black blood.
Injured?
This injury was clearly not something the Magic Horned Snake could inflict.
Mu Qiu didn’t know what was happening and didn’t rashly get down from the tree.
The female cultivator Xue Ru below the tree had already sensed Mu Qiu’s aura; just a Qi Refining Stage disciple.
Even though her soul was in turmoil and her internal body was in ruins, it would still be easy for her to kill a Qi Refining Stage disciple before she died.
As long as she made a move.
“Cough—”
Thinking this, another wave of intense pain struck.
Her face turned pale, and she could feel her spiritual energy draining.
She had suffered a fatal injury, her spiritual roots were destroyed, and she could no longer circulate spiritual energy.
She couldn’t recover spiritual energy and was destined to die.
After a long while, Xue Ru gasped for breath, ignoring the dirt on the ground, and leaned her head back against a tree trunk.
The Magic Horned Snake’s corpse was beside her, with some undissipated pus, yet she seemed unafraid of getting any on herself.
Xue Ru stared blankly ahead.
She could feel her life draining away bit by bit. Even cultivators, before breaking through to the deepest Great Dao, could not escape the threat of death.
After a long time, the woman’s hesitant voice came: “Senior, are you… alright?”
Mu Qiu knew she was stating the obvious.
The female cultivator’s condition was visibly poor.
She didn’t know how bad it was, only that dragging on like this wouldn’t be good.
She wanted to dig out the Magic Horned Snake’s gallbladder, but with this female cultivator, who was clearly stronger than her, in front of her, she didn’t dare.
Xue Ru lifted her eyelids and saw Mu Qiu on the tree.
She didn’t speak.
After a pause, Mu Qiu hesitantly took out a pill again.
A Tier 2 Qi Replenishing Pill.
This was the best pill she had, as Tier 3 ones were too expensive to afford.
She controlled the pill, which emitted a radiant aura, and made it fly in front of Xue Ru.
A hint of surprise appeared in Xue Ru’s eyes.
She was critically injured at this moment; anyone with eyes could see it.
She hadn’t attacked and killed Mu Qiu first because she naturally disliked killing, but she wasn’t waiting for her to die so someone could come and pick up the treasures she left behind.
And she dared to offer her medicine?
Xue Ru’s eyelids trembled, and then she said weakly, “Keep it, it’s useless.”
Even a Tier 5 pill couldn’t save her life now.
The Qi Refining Stage disciple before her could only offer a Tier 2 pill at best.
Mu Qiu pursed her lips: “I don’t have anything better.”
Xue Ru’s voice carried the decaying aura of someone on the verge of death: “I know…”
Mu Qiu said, “You’re very seriously injured.”
“Yes…” Xue Ru gave a bitter smile: “I’m going to die.”
She looked up at the sky and murmured, “I’m going to die…”
To make one last desperate attempt, she had entered that legendary Secret Realm.
But she gained nothing and lost her life.
She was destined not to be that special person; she was just one of the many cultivators on the Yunzhou Continent.
An ordinary one.
Hearing this, Mu Qiu’s brow twitched fiercely.
Although she liked watching disgusting videos, she didn’t like watching very sad ones.
She felt they would make people uncomfortable.
The aura emanating from Xue Ru’s voice conveyed such sadness.
Mu Qiu knew that cultivators on the Yunzhou Continent all adhered to the Law of the Jungle and was prepared to fight with other cultivators.
But she was just a Modern Person; she treated this place like a Game.
Watching a stranger gradually lose their life before her eyes was an indescribable feeling, always uncomfortable.
This Game was too realistic.
Mu Qiu thought this.
She didn’t know what she could do; perhaps it would be better if she did nothing.
But she didn’t want to see such a scene.
Xue Ru suddenly asked her, “What’s your name?”
Mu Qiu, lost in thought, replied, “Mu Qiu.”
Xue Ru smiled palely: “I’m about to die.”
Her meaning was that there was no need to hide anything from a dying person.
Mu Qiu said, “My name is Wanqiu, Dongfang Wanqiu.”
She told an NPC in the Game her real name.
“Dongfang… *cough cough* Wanqiu.”
Xue Ru repeated her name, and a cracking sound suddenly echoed within her body; it was the struggle of her spiritual roots completely collapsing.
Xue Ru’s soul was about to extinguish, and she couldn’t stop a mouthful of blood.
“Wah—”
She was in extreme pain, and cold sweat streamed down her face.
Mu Qiu’s pupils contracted for a moment at this instant.
Xue Ru saw a flicker of complex emotion in her eyes, seemingly sadness, and also a gaze she didn’t understand.
But she had no ill intentions, nor the cautiousness of a Qi Refining Stage disciple.
Xue Ru suddenly raised her hand, and the long sword was “swish” pulled out from the Magic Horned Snake’s head by itself.
It trembled, as if sensing the loss of its master’s aura, letting out a faint mournful cry.
But it was merely a long sword used by a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator.
“Can you do me a favor?”
Mu Qiu was stunned: “What?”
“I… my name is Xue Ru. My parents live in a small Sect under the Xuecang Sect, called the Hundred Butterfly Sect. If one day… you go to this place, please help me offer incense to them… I think, I think I haven’t been back for over a hundred and fifty years… I… can’t remember… what they look like anymore…”
Xue Ru’s eyes grew dimmer as she spoke.
Without waiting for Mu Qiu to refuse, the sword flew to Mu Qiu’s front. “This sword… is named Flying Snow. Although it’s a Profound Grade Magic Treasure, *cough cough cough cough cough*… it’s enough for you before the Golden Core Stage…”
“If you can’t go, it’s okay… I just… I just can’t remember…”
As she said this, her eyes finally widened.
But her pupils changed.
Her voice grew softer and softer.
“Senior Xue Ru?”
Watching someone’s life dissipate before her eyes.
Mu Qiu, who had never witnessed death firsthand, was indeed finding it difficult to bear.
Why was this Game’s every detail so realistic?
Her eyesight was so good that she could even see the immense loneliness in Xue Ru’s eyes as she passed away.
This was Cultivation, an indelible part of the path to longevity.
Mu Qiu walked down, silent, looked at the body that had completely lost its spiritual energy, and bowed her head slightly, closing her eyes.
At that very moment, something suddenly burrowed into Mu Qiu’s body.
She felt a strange sensation on her wrist. Looking down, she saw a mark of a door inexplicably appear on her wrist.
It was black, and it felt ominous at first glance.
Mu Qiu frowned.
She subconsciously asked the System: “System, what is this?”
System: “…”
Good question!
You’ve even asked it!
