Hyper-Dimensional Player

Lu Zu advised him to let go of his esteemed status and experience the mortal world.

Duncan, being someone who heeds advice.

By the time he returned from Hepu County, the once graceful and charming young man had become a down-and-out wandering Daoist. Duncan had somehow acquired a tattered Daoist robe, patched and worn, and when he saw Miss Sun and Fu Jianhan alone, he tossed the sword behind him to Fu Jianhan.

"What is this?"

Fu Jianhan reached out to catch the sword, feeling the pure Yang true Qi stir within, appearing utterly shocked.

This sword contained a supreme pure Yang sword intent. With just a slight perception, he immediately felt as if the sword intent had penetrated his spirit.

Pure and utmost Yang.

As if the essence of Innate Child Skill cultivated for over a hundred years.

Duncan's expression remained calm as he slowly said, "Lu Zu's sword."

"It's not for you."

"Maybe in the future, it has to be returned to Lu Zu's disciples and descendants. You hold onto it first and comprehend the pure Yang sword intent on it for some time."

Lu Zu?

Lu Dongbin!!!

Fu Jianhan looked up in astonishment, his expression beyond words. Just hearing Lu Dongbin's name, even Lady Jade Face and Miss Sun beside him were incredibly shocked.

What is going on?

Why does Lu Zu's sword happen to be with him? Did he encounter Lu Dongbin on this trip?

Duncan did not bother to explain. He patted Fu Jianhan's shoulder, having high expectations of Fu Jianhan, hoping he would one day enter the Dao through martial arts.

"I'm going to travel around a bit, a journey through the mundane world."

"During this period."

"I'll leave the Baoxuan Cave Heaven to you all."

At this point, Duncan looked towards the beautiful Miss Sun and said, "That Chan Daoist will require more of your attention."

Miss Sun listened and bowed in return, saying, "Rest assured, young hero."

"With me here, and Lu Shanjun assisting, he won't go out and harm others again."

Duncan nodded slightly and then glanced at the serene and otherworldly Lady Jade Face, calmly stating, "I might be gone for a short Period of half a year, or as long as several years."

"If there's anything, you can have Yun Zhike inform me."

Baixiaosheng should be able to find him.

These legacies from the ninth and tenth ranks still have some foundation in this world.

Lady Jade Face nodded, wanting to speak but eventually remained silent. She had just entered the Dao, a perfect time to forget Duncan, and she must not fall back into that state again.

She had been unsettled for a long time after dreaming back to that night of the waterfall.

"I'm off."

Duncan waved his hand freely, taking nothing with him. He casually broke off a branch from a peach tree, turning his hand into a color of metal and crafted a peachwood sword, then turned and left.

He had once slain Gwanu, possessing the domain of crafting skills and more.

Even without engraving, his hand was still well practiced.

This journey into the world, traveling the world heading north, without any specific destination, taking things as they come.

However, unlike his southbound journey at that time, which was to confront the Evil Valley and Hehuan Sect, he traveled hurriedly along official roads without stopping much. But now he traveled leisurely, observing the customs and locales of this world.

Changle Prefecture.

This is the later territory of Guangxi.

Along the way, Duncan saw hardly any signs of human habitation, but many scattered white bones and occasional signs of marauding predators like wolves, tigers, and leopards.

"The bones of Hepu Pearl Lady became the sails,

Liu Yan's palace shined coldly at night.

Pity the tax collectors urging pearl tributes,

Still claiming the king demands coral."

Duncan previously stayed with Lady Jade Face, accompanied by a dozen charming maids; every aspect of food, clothing, and usage was every bit as good as royalty. Now, walking alone through the lands of Guangdong and Guangxi, the stark contrasted sight was shocking.

As he arrived at a dilapidated village, Duncan couldn't help but stop.

Ahead, the houses were reduced to broken tiles, the decayed doors shattered by kicks, their interiors long since looted bare. On the ground were scattered dried bloodstains, and under the wall, some corpses were covered by straw mats, already rotten and reeking, attracting flies and maggots.

An expressionless woman, hunched over, holds a child in her arms, wearing tattered clothes barely covering her, her lower body filthy with a fetid stench, mixed with fresh blood, like a festering sore, seeming to have suffered abuse, her expression reflecting despair, lifeless as if only a deathly grey remained.

The infant in her arms weeps weakly, seemingly hungry for a long time. A faint sense of motherhood awakens her consciousness, as the woman bites her fingertip to feed it blood.

But all this is no more than quenching thirst with poison. All the men of fighting age in the family have been killed, leaving the orphaned and widowed unable to survive long.

In the distance, there were faint silhouettes of people, yet they dared not approach, likely the surviving villagers.

Duncan stopped, and slowly walked in, squatting down, looking at the ash-faced woman in front of him, and then at the hungry, blood-feeding infant in her arms, expressionlessly saying, "Do you still want to live?"

The hunchbacked and dead-looking woman struggled to raise her head, gazing at the young Daoist in front of her, her cracked lips moving slightly, unable to speak.

Having harbored thoughts of death, sitting dry for days, her breath barely existed.

Duncan took out the gourd from his waist, giving her a few sips of water, then offered her some dry food, calmly saying, "If you are to die, at least die a full ghost."

"Eat."

The woman's dead eyes finally showed some change. Her trembling hand reached out, her palm was scratched by something and the wound had crusted over. She first looked up at Duncan, then down at the food, her throat moved slightly. She looked at Duncan again, and finally, with trembling hands, took it, biting down suddenly.

After swallowing some food, the hunchbacked woman silently wept at first, her tears like blood, then she cried out loud, her voice hoarse and unbearably sorrowful, while she cradled the child in her arms and knelt before Duncan, bowing three times heavily.