Chapter 7: He Took My Script
Xu Ziqing was one of the four main protagonists in “The Borrowed Sword.”
He was less than 1.7 meters tall, with a youthful, doll-like face and extremely delicate features.
Currently, his face was slightly flushed due to extreme anxiety. The blush only made him appear more refined, exuding neither presence nor vitality; he looked utterly lifelike.
The four officers from the Police Office had him cornered. No matter how he explained, they refused to let him go, grilling him with questions. One of them even suggested they stop wasting their breath and just arrest him.
“It’s almost the Hour of the Rat tonight,” Xu Ziqing said, his right hand gripping the umbrella handle tighter.
He didn’t want to miss such a great opportunity. Just a few days ago, he had met a storyteller. The man told him that tonight, at the Hour of the Rat, he should go to Biyouping at the foot of Wumeng Mountain, and someone would pick him up and guide him into the Daoist Sect! After saying this, the unremarkable storyteller vanished. Without a doubt, this was a powerful Cultivator! And as a Mirror Country citizen, who wouldn’t yearn for the Daoist Sect? It was one of the four great sects of the Eastern Continent’s Mirror Country, and once, the foremost among them! Moreover, the legendary sword was also within the Daoist Sect!
Therefore, Xu Ziqing had been rushing all week, enduring hardships on his journey. Tonight, despite the torrential rain, it didn’t dampen his burning spirit.
“I want to join the Daoist Sect, I want to practice sword, and become a Sword Cultivator!”
The storyteller had instructed him not to arrive too early at Biyouping, at the foot of Wumeng Mountain, suggesting no more than an incense stick’s length before the appointed time, but absolutely not to be late. This had kept Xu Ziqing meticulously timing his arrival.
“Opportunity depends on timing; I understand,” Xu Ziqing thought he understood perfectly.
The problem, however, was that no matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t fathom encountering Police Office personnel in the middle of the night. It was almost the Hour of the Rat! The Hour of the Rat! And from their conversation earlier, one of their colleagues, whom they didn’t particularly like, had just died in this dense forest tonight?
“Who would be a murderer on a rainy night like this!” Xu Ziqing, fearing he would miss his chance, instantly hated the culprit.
Although the Mirror Country’s imperial court was weak, and the four great sects controlled the Eastern Continent, it was still an imperial court! They dared to kill Police Office officers? Was there no law anymore!?
Time ticked by, and all he wanted now was to get away. Finally, with a subtle hint from one of the officers, Xu Ziqing handed over all the silver he had on him before they let him go.
The refined youth walked a few steps with his umbrella, only to hear the four officers talking openly behind him.
“Tsk tsk tsk, this delicate, fair-skinned pretty boy, Xue Hu would definitely like him,” one of them said with a lewd chuckle.
“Then why did you let him go? Xue Hu has a taste for this kind of person, so doesn’t that make him more suspicious?” another questioned sternly.
“It’s definitely not him. I just went to look. Although most of the footprints were washed away by the heavy rain, there was one deep footprint, likely from a heavy step forward, leaving a print much larger than his shoes.”
“Then why did you…”
“Late at night, with this damn heavy rain, and the deceased being that son of a bitch Xue Hu, we can’t just have come here for nothing,” the man said, tossing the money pouch in his hand.
“Haha, hahahaha!” The four burst into unrestrained laughter.
Xu Ziqing, walking away quickly, gritted his teeth, his right hand gripping the umbrella handle even tighter.
“Damn imperial court!” he cursed inwardly. “Good riddance to the Police Office scum! They deserved to be killed!”
Xu Ziqing began to walk faster and faster. Once he was far enough, he started running, and eventually, he threw away his umbrella. Xu Ziqing hadn’t bolted immediately for fear that these Police Office scoundrels would become suspicious of him again and drag him back for interrogation.
“I’ll make it, I have to make it!” Xu Ziqing ran faster and faster, giving it his all. By the time he reached the largest tree at Biyouping, it was just a moment before the Hour of the Rat.
“Not late, not late…” he panted, his face pale, his whole body drenched.
“At the Hour of the Rat, a Cultivator will come to pick me up, right?” His heart burned with anticipation.
The unwilling youth vowed at Biyouping that he would definitely join the Daoist Sect.
The man with a hidden agenda in the air felt utterly speechless. I really didn’t want to join the Daoist Sect.
Chu Huaixu, whose identity was currently unknown, would rather go to Spring-Autumn Mountain, notorious for its many perverts among the four great sects, than the Daoist Sect. When he played “The Borrowed Sword,” his sect was Spring-Autumn Mountain. Although there were many perverts there, he still managed to thrive, occasionally even questioning if he was a latent pervert himself.
“As one of the four great sects, Spring-Autumn Mountain is no weaker than the Daoist Sect.”
“Besides, I’m much more familiar with it; I can snag many opportunities.”
“In terms of development prospects, the only drawback is that the two main protagonists of the Eastern Continent are in the Daoist Sect.”
Players had also discussed this on the forums, indicating that in the future storyline, the Daoist Sect was likely to regain its position as the foremost of the four great sects. His current companion, the tall beauty Han Shuangjiang, by holding onto her elegant legs, could indeed be carried along.
At this moment, he heard a system prompt in his ear: “[Ding! You have successfully escaped the pursuit of the Police Office. Mission complete. You have been rewarded with 100 experience points.]”
Chu Huaixu, flying in the air, felt incredibly frustrated: “I’m flying this high, of course, I’ve escaped!” He felt the quest system was idiotic and began to vaguely miss his skillfully trained, seductive AI customer service. Moreover, he had secretly observed Li Chunsong and Han Shuangjiang just now to confirm if he was the only one who could hear system prompts. Ensuring this, he sighed in relief.
“After all, this is transmigration, and it’s definitely different from playing the game before. Better safe than sorry,” Chu Huaixu thought to himself. When he played games, his operations were always flashy. However, at his core, he was a rather cautious and meticulous person. In fact, without being sufficiently cautious and meticulous, this virtual male model wouldn’t have been able to navigate relationships with various wealthy women. He even dared to take on requests from twin sisters and manage them both exceptionally well, claiming that loving someone meant loving all of them, including their sisters.
At this very moment, Chu Huaixu seriously suspected that Li Chunsong had misunderstood something.
“The exposé post earlier said that Han Shuangjiang and Xu Ziqing were brought to the Daoist Sect together by Li Chunsong.”
“Together, together, together…” Chu Huaixu began to ponder these words, looking at Han Shuangjiang beside him once more. He started having a ominous feeling and a vague guess.
“Oh no! I’ve become a ‘World Protagonist’!” Chu Huaixu suspected he had taken someone else’s script.
“I can only take it one step at a time,” he thought. He wondered where Xu Ziqing was now and what he was doing.
A deep sense of exhaustion began to wash over him. The sudden transmigration had already made him uneasy, and he felt no sense of belonging to this entire world. What followed were the events that unfolded one after another in the rainy night. Fortunately, he was always bold yet careful, so he didn’t feel too overwhelmed, just tired.
“Anyway, I didn’t tell you anything, I only answered my name. If anything goes wrong, it’s your own responsibility,” Chu Huaixu thought to himself, looking at Li Chunsong’s back in mid-air ahead. He hoped this was a beautiful misunderstanding rather than a dire turn of events. He was almost ready to give up.
After all, his [Identity] was definitely problematic. According to Xue Hu, his purpose for coming here was to infiltrate the Daoist Sect. “Then I’ve successfully infiltrated, haven’t I!”
There are no absolutely optimistic people in the world, only those who can look at things from a broader perspective. The place where the Daoist Sect was located was called “Mountain Beyond Mountain,” not the name of a single mountain, but a collective term for many mountains. Mountain Beyond Mountain was shrouded in fog, which was actually a mountain-protecting formation, rumored to be unbreachable even by Eighth Realm experts. Li Chunsong, carrying an elder’s token, could naturally bring people in and out freely. The three of them thus landed in front of a courtyard on the outer mountain.
