There’s Something Wrong With This Account - Chapter 442

Chapter 442: 442, [The Grand Reveal of Sword Mountain Elder’s Identity]
In a small study in the back hill, inside Lu Xun’s room.

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Lu Xun sat on his bed, watching Lin Chan as she stood to one side, her head lowered and her fingers twisting around each other. He couldn’t help but go over, raising his hand to touch her small ear.

“You’re so hot!” Lu Xun was surprised.

Lin Chan’s little earlobe felt soft and warm in his hand, her ears flushed a rosy color. Touching her ear was especially enjoyable.

This led Lu Xun, who originally just wanted to feel her temperature, to gently squeeze her earlobe a few times, even rubbing it gently.

Sure enough, her little ear became even hotter.

Standing in front of Lu Xun, Lin Chan’s legs were held tightly together, and she was so shy that her knees bent slightly, causing her to shrink a few centimeters.

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With her head bowing intensely, she quickly bowed to Lu Xun as a farewell, then rushed out of the room.

——She escaped.

“That’s a big reaction,” Lu Xun watched Little Chan run away, then glanced at his palm in wonder.

However, despite his surprise, a new idea quickly sprang to his mind.

“Quite amusing. If Little Chan ever makes a mistake in the future, I, as her master, will pinch her ear as a warning! Hehe!”

With this thought in mind, he returned to his bed, the faint scent Lin Chan had left on the sheets lulled him to sleep.

On the other hand, after Lin Chan returned to her room, she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, covering even her head, looking like a chrysalis.

In the darkness, she couldn’t help but reach up to lightly touch her earlobe, before burying her head and shrinking even more.

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Under normal circumstances, Lu Xun would wake up early to prepare breakfast for everyone living in the back hill.

This had now become his biological clock.

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After a good sleep, Lu Xun awoke on time, yet he felt as if he hadn’t slept enough.

“Waking up early allows for lots of things to be accomplished, such as… going back to sleep.”

With that thought, his head hit the pillow and he was prepared to sleep a little while longer.

When he finally woke up, he found everyone else already gathered in the bamboo grove, enjoying the mung bean porridge prepared by Lin Chan.

Upon seeing Lu Xun, Mao Nanbei patted the wooden chair next to him, signalling for Lu Xun to come sit down. He commented: “Little Junior Brother, you even managed to sleep longer than I did!”

Lu Xun sat down next to him with a smile, took a sip of the porridge prepared by Lin Chan, and couldn’t help but compliment: “Little Chan is really unparalleled when it comes to cooking porridge!”

Upon hearing this, despite it being early in the morning, Lin Chan’s ears turned red as the sunset.

She bowed her head to sip her porridge, her face almost buried in the bowl.

“That’s strange. Little Chan usually isn’t this shy when being praised,” Lu Xun felt bewildered.

After breakfast, the teacher looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle without looking at Lu Xun and asked:

“Little Five, how’s the situation in the West State?”

After thinking for a moment, Lu Xun replied: “Teacher, I personally guess that the West State is probably the harshest battlefield on this entire continent.”

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This was not just his guess, but the actual situation.

In his previous life, the West State was the place with the most violent battles. Now, Lu Xun had experienced several major battles in the West State himself and had also observed the situation in other major regions on the forum, he came to the same conclusion as his past life.

It seemed that the West State had the most altars in the entire Heavenly Dust Continent!

This led to frequent wars in the West State, and whenever the Foreign Race descended, the numbers were particularly large.

Lu Xun had also thought about this calmly and analyzed it.

Generally speaking, of the seven Great Sects, two are in the West State, which should overall possess unparalleled strength.

Besides, Sword Cultivators are famously fierce and particularly good at fighting. This makes the West State exceptionally resilient.

That being said, just because of the hostile relationship between One Sword Mountain and Ten Thousand Sword Mountain, wouldn’t they compete with each other when killing their enemies?

These two sword sects are extremely cohesive within their own sects.

Under normal circumstances, it would be very difficult for the Foreign Race to build altars in the West State.

There are many powerful figures in West State, which makes it inconvenient for the Foreign Race to operate. If they manage to build altars at all, they can only send out some weak followers to construct small altars.

Through such analysis, Lu Xun reasoned that the reason for such a high frequency of the Foreign Race’s descent in the West State might be because many altars left from the Ancient Times still exist in the West State!

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During the ancient catastrophe, Sword Mountain was not even established, let alone the two major Sword Sects that later split from it.

So, it can only be said that Sword Mountain Elder was out of luck when he chose the location to establish the sect. He picked hell mode.

Now when Lu Xun opens the forum, he can see the players of the West State divided into two extremes.

Those players with considerable strength are living it up in West State. They do not lack monsters to kill—a vast number of foreign races—reaping Experience Points is too exhilarating!

As for those with weaker powers, or those too noob to be competent, they die while raging against West State’s situation.

In a major battle, if the death count is high and the monster kill count low, it isn’t just wasted effort; it’s a total waste.

They battle half a day, and experience points decrease more and more, their mentality explodes!

—”I’m freaking out!”

The gentleman sits on the wooden chair, continuing to gaze up at the sky at a 45° angle. After nodding slightly, he says, “Little Five, do you know why West State is in this situation?”

After hearing the gentleman questioning him, Lu Xun shares his suspicions, such as his suspicion that many ancient altars remain in West State.

The gentleman rarely exhibits a serious listening attitude, nodding frequently.

Although his gaze never lingers on Lu Xun, it is clear from the appreciation in his eyes.

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“Little Five, you are very astute; you are mostly correct in many ways,” the gentleman says.

The gentleman smiles, takes a glance at Lu Xun, his smile stiffens, then quickly turns his head away.

He lowers his head, straightens his uncreased white robe, striving to present the best image of himself, then sighs leisurely,

“But you guessed one thing wrong.”

“Oh? Please enlighten me”, Lu Xun curiously asked.

The gentleman gazes harbor a profound depth, as if he’s trapped in memories. After a long while, he replies, “That lad didn’t happen to establish the sect in West State, which has the most remnants from the Ancient Altar.”

“Instead, he knew that West State has the most Ancient Altars, and that’s why he chose to establish the sect there,” the gentleman says.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xun and company are startled.

Lu Xun pauses for a moment before coming to his senses that the ‘lad’ the gentleman refers to is Sword Mountain Elder.

His astonishment grows after this realization.

It turns out it wasn’t a coincidence, but by design!

The establishment of Sword Mountain in West State was because West State has the highest number of remaining Ancient Altars!

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“What sheer audacity, what magnificence!” Lu Xun somewhat admires.

Perhaps only such a character could erect a Boundary Monument inscribed with “Eternal Glory of Swordsmanship” at the edge of West State.

The gentleman looks up at the sky and continues, “During the ancient catastrophe, West State was the weakest part of the Heavenly Dust Continent, and the first to crumble.”

“As a result, West State ended up with a large number of remaining Ancient Altars.”

“That lad saw this, and established the sect in West State, intending to guard West State with Sword Mountain,” he adds.

After hearing this, Lu Xun starts to understand the process.

However…judging from the gentleman’s manner, it seems that he has a deep relationship with Sword Mountain Elder?

And repeatedly calling him ‘lad’, doesn’t this imply that the gentleman is definitely older than Sword Mountain Elder?

“How many years has he lived, is he a human fossil?” Lu Xun wonders in his heart.

At this moment, a fire of curiosity is blazing in his heart.

He’s very curious, what relationship does the gentleman have with Sword Mountain Elder?

He’s about to ask when Mao Nanbei beats him to it.

Cats, they are very curious.

She slumps into the wooden chair, forgetting her posture, and asks the gentleman, “Sir, what’s your relationship with the founder of Sword Mountain?”

Upon hearing the question, the gentleman smiles and says, “Little Nanbei, speaking of seniority, not only you but even your Senior Yanli should call him a junior.”

“What?!” Mao Nanbei exclaims in shock.

The gentleman’s gaze is leisurely. He sighs and adds, “He is the sole disciple of my younger brother.”

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