Chapter 1817: Chapter 1844: Fan Jin Passes the Exam, the Story Comes True
“This is how I used to hold a sword…”
“And this phrase, I feel like I’ve said it somewhere before…”
Immortal Hu watched the mysterious creature strike, her heart was alarmed, she vaguely sensed the essence of this life form.
It’s not imitation, it’s reenactment!
This creature, who looks exactly like her, is her past self. She remembered, she once annihilated a Loose Cultivator squad impersonating the Hehuan Sect; this moment, this creature is embodying that scene.
“What is this thing saying, how does it know the great name of the Hehuan Sect?”
The blonde man and others remained dull, reacting slowly.
“No… no, don’t approach her, retreat quickly!”
Immortal Hu suddenly shouted, she had never seen such an eerie situation.
But as she spoke, the bizarre creature suddenly moved, a cold gleam pierced the sky, splitting the earth, a terrifying aura emerged for an instant and then vanished without a trace, along with it disappeared a beauty’s head, which belonged to another woman among the five.
“Junior sister!”
“You’re asking for death!”
The blonde man raged, delivering a punch to the bizarre creature, smashing the head that looked identical to Immortal Hu’s to a pulp.
The bizarre creature was lifeless, leaving only a corpse falling to the ground.
At that moment, a voice without emotion echoed in everyone’s ears.
“Fits… the plot…”
“What’s going on, what does it mean?”
“How could this thing kill my junior sister, yet be so weak that it gets exploded with a single punch?”
The blonde man’s face was bewildered, although he struck with anger, he knew his strength; it should have been a hard-fought battle, how did he suddenly annihilate the opponent?
And what does ‘fits the plot’ mean?
“Situ, look quickly, the corpse on the ground hasn’t changed!”
The others pointed at the beheaded woman’s body, exclaiming.
If it transformed and dissipated upon death, it should revert to its original form, but now lying on the ground remained Immortal Hu’s lower half, unchanged.
What’s the origin of this creature?
Only Immortal Hu sensed a hint of truth, but no time to deeply contemplate, a silhouette appeared suddenly on the horizon.
It was a middle-aged man, dressed in tattered robes, holding a book in one hand, ink and brush in the other, running madly and laughing.
“Hahaha, I passed, I finally passed!”
“Did you see, I passed, I Fan Jin passed the exam!”
“Top of the list!”
Tears streamed uncontrollably from the man’s red eyes, clutching the blonde man’s arm tightly, crying and laughing.
“Where did you come from!”
“What’s this thing again!”
The blonde man felt inexplicably uneasy, disturbed by this suddenly appearing madman, shaking his arm to try to break free.
The mad middle-aged man was flung away, his head slammed against a protruding hard rock, blood flowing, staring as he died.
“It wasn’t me, I didn’t kill him, I didn’t even use my cultivation level, just casually flicked my sleeve. I didn’t expect him to die!”
“This is too bizarre, flicking a hand killed him, where did this guy come from?”
The blonde man felt he was about to go insane, just lost a teammate without understanding the identity of the life form resembling Immortal Hu, and now another appears, dying so peculiarly.
“Don’t panic, we should have fallen into a trap, he’s not completely dead yet, search his soul, see what truly happened!”
Immortal Hu said calmly, her hand trembling as well, looking at her own corpse lying right in front, sending a chill down her spine.
Blonde man approached to inspect, indeed the middle-aged man had one breath left, placing a hand on his head, forcibly searching his soul.
“This man’s name is Fan Jin, an ordinary scholar, no cultivation level, never contacted cultivators, seems to live in a Mortal Realm, spent a lifetime chasing academic success, only to finally pass in middle age, shedding tears of joy.”
“But because of excessive joy, it led to sorrow, dying on the way to announce the good news.”
The blonde man narrated while searching the soul, frowning.
Joy leading to sorrow, dying on the way to announce the good news, seemed to imply he killed him.
But something was off, Fan Jin lived in a Mortal Realm, why would he come to Yue Xing to announce the joy, in this remote area there’s no dynasty seen.
“Crack!”
The side effects of soul-searching intensified Fan Jin’s death, his Divine Soul shattered, the last glint in his eyes vanished.
Only on the verge of death, his mouth slightly curved upwards, hoarsely murmured:
“Fits… the plot…”
Not far away, Li Xiaobai’s group of four who had been watching everything silently felt an inexplicable malice approaching.
“That story of Fan Jin passing the exam is quite famous, scholars all know, Yu has read many biographies about him, he’s been dead for who knows how many years, why does he appear here?”
Yu Huan Shui’s eyes widened.
The character from the story he grew up listening to unexpectedly appears before him!
“I’m more concerned about what ‘fits the plot’ means.”
“And that Hehuan Sect’s Immortal Hu, she must have discerned information unknown to us.”
Li Xiaobai fixed his eyes on Immortal Hu, among this group of second-generation characters, only she remained calm, on a different level from the others.
Ma Niubi stated: “Let’s withdraw first, let others come and unravel the mystery, we’ll sit back and reap the benefits.”
“Agreed.”
Li Xiaobai nodded, just as he intended to lead the group away, he suddenly collided with a small figure.
It was a child, with two tuffs of hair tied upward, full of panic.
“Oh snap!”
“Where did this little rascal come from!”
“Did anyone see?”
Li Xiaobai drew his sword ready to slash, for this inexplicably appearing child, even though it’s a child, he wouldn’t take it lightly, slash first to see if it’s human or ghost.
“Amitabha, Master Li, hold on!”
Liaowang quickly stepped forward blocking the child, being a monk, he couldn’t watch a child be killed before him, especially not killed inexplicably.
“Amitabha, little benefactor, can you tell this monk where you came from? Seeing you so flustered, is there something urgent?”
Liaowang’s face was kind, possessing an unusually good affinity, easing the child’s tension considerably.
“I… my playmate fell into a water jar, he can’t get out, need to find an adult to get him out!”
The child quickly said, looking panicked but seemingly not lying.
Li Xiaobai’s group felt even more bewildered, how could there be a child falling into a jar in this place?
Could it be a child from the main city?
“Don’t be nervous, we are not bad people, can you tell us where that jar is? We will go rescue him.”
Monk Liaowang reassured.
Li Xiaobai glanced at the situation with the blonde man behind him, somehow more strangers had appeared where Fan Jin died, the situation becoming increasingly bizarre, mysterious beings keep appearing, this place is not suitable to linger.
“Wait, Liaowang, you’re too slow, let me handle this.”
He pulled Liaowang aside, standing before the child, looking downward.
“Hey, kid, stand up!”
“Take us to find that jar!”