There's Something Wrong With This Account-Chapter 135 - : 135, (Tomb within a Tomb)
Chapter 135: 135, (Tomb within a Tomb)
Translator: 549690339
Inside the house, Lu Xun clenched the calligraphy parchment with a look of constipation on his face.
He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what his mentor meant. Theoretically, this kind of New Year’s gift should be filled with beautiful expectations for the new year.
Where the expectations of my mentor for me are condensed into one character, is it… ugly (chou)?
Just as he was puzzled, a prompt appeared in his view. “[A parchment imbued with a mysterious force (Purple level) Lu Xun’s curiosity was piqued, and he continued to read…
—there was nothing else below.
Luxun:???
What the heck, a truncated prompt?
Would you freaking tell me, what kind of power is it supposed to have!
Underneath the basic information, there were three words written [To be unlocked].
And after the words [To be unlocked], there was a countdown. f𝐫e𝚎𝘄eb𝚗o𝐯𝐞𝐥.𝐜𝚘m
Lu Xun roughly estimated the time, it would take more than one hour to unlock, so the time would probably be… Chou hour?
The Chou hour, calculated, is about 1 am – 3 am.
“So, the character ‘Chou’ that the mentor wrote, refers to ‘Chou’ in the twelve Earthly Branches?” Lu Xun pondered.
“Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen…” Lu Xun recited the twelve Earthly Branches, and a moment of clarity emerged in his mind.
It turns out that this character only represents an hour, and it has no other meaning.
“This feeling, it’s like Elder Bodhi knocked on Sun Wukong’s head three times, telling him to come to my room at three in the morning.” Lu Xun’s thoughts began to wander.
He closed the parchment in his hand again, and said in his heart: “I thought the mentor wrote this character with other meanings, I guess I was overthinking
it.”
Since it’s still over an hour away, why not practice the Nameless Technique first? It would be quite boring to just wait. You should learn to find things to do for yourself.
Today’s pain hasn’t been experienced yet; he was prepared to indulge.
Lu Xun sat cross-legged on the bed, started operating the Nameless Technique within his body, and as soon as he was about to cultivate, he felt a slight fluctuation of spiritual power.
“Is… Little Chan making a breakthrough?” Lu Xun exclaimed.
“Could it have to do with the parchment the mentor gave her?”
For a while, he no longer prepared to cultivate, instead laying on the bed, browsing forums, while keeping an eye on Lin Chan’s cultivation.
Time always flies when browsing forums. After just a quarter of an hour, Lu Xun sensed another slight fluctuation in spiritual power. Lin Chan had broken through again!
This obviously wasn’t natural, it must be because of the mentor’s parchment!
It seemed that the power of Lin Chan’s parchment was already showing at this moment!
“What character did the mentor write for Little Chan? And what is the parchment carrying?” Lu Xun felt a prick of curiosity.
He continued to skim through the messy posts in the forum, of course, mainly looking at some photos.
However, Lu Xun was just idly browsing out of boredom and didn’t give any of them a man’s critique.
Another quarter of an hour passed, and Lin Chan had another breakthrough. She continued to break through like a bamboo splitting machine throughout the night, stopping only when she reached the ninth level of the Qi Consumption Technique.
At this point, as a mentor, Lu Xun was only two levels higher than Lin Chan.
This gave him a slight sense of urgency, after all, it would be a bit embarrassing if Lin Chan surpassed him.
Clutching the leg of a disciple… Although it seems quite cool, Lu Xun considers himself a respectable man, and he would rather shield Little Mute, rather than be shielded by her.
Time ticked away bit by bit, and Lu Xun was no longer anxious.
At this moment, in a certain spot of the backyard mountain, the slightly drunken mentor in a red robe cuts a striking figure even in the night.
An old mute stands quietly by his side, carrying a small lantern in his hand.
There’s no candle in the lantern. When he brought out the lantern, some of the fireflies on the mountain flew into it, making the lantern sparkle. It was quite mysterious.
The old man smiled a youthful smile while holding the lantern.
This little trick he plays on the mountain, even though he’s done it countless times in his life, never seems to get old.
The mentor looked at him and said, “Let’s go. It’s New Year’s. It’s about time we visited him.”
The mute elderly servant knew who the mentor was referring to and nodded vigorously.
The mentor slowly levitated and then flew leisurely towards Hidden Mountain.
The mute elderly servant followed at his side. He was even slower at flying than ordinary cultivators. If it weren’t for the mentor waiting for him, he would have reached Hidden Mountain long ago.
“Little Gui, look at yourself. The only thing you measure up in is taking a beating.” The mentor turned his head and glanced at his old servant.
His former pageboy, now an old servant, has become an old man.
When the mute elder heard this, a roguish smile appeared on his face, then he held up two fingers.
He was expressing the number “two”.
“Okay, okay, in addition to receiving beatings, your two swords are also tolerable.” The mentor graciously admitted.
The mute older man smiled pleased, as if a child praised by an adult, even his grip on the crutch tightened, gripping the right-hand crutch firmly.
When they reached Hidden Mountain, the two circled around to the other side of the mountain.
Hidden Mountain has two sides, one side with belongings of the members of the Demon Sect, and the other side with graves of the deceased members of the Demon Sect.
This is a mountain, but also a big tomb.
From the foot of the mountain looking upwards, one can see the tombstones standing tall on this side of the mountain.
Some graves contain bodies, some only ashes, and for some, even the ashes are gone, leaving only an empty tomb.
The mountain on this side is full of the dead, only one grave is special because its resident didn’t die completely and now has become a “living dead”.
The mentor and the mute elder didn’t fly directly to that grave, but walked from the foot of the mountain upwards.
Because they had to accommodate the mute elder, their climbing speed was notably slow.
And the mentor always had small, shuffling steps, and when he walked slower, it seemed strange.
It was very dark on the mountain, apart from the moonlight, only the lantern in the mute elder’s hand provided light.
However, for some reason, there was no eerie feeling here.
About halfway up the mountain, the mentor shifted a few steps to the left and stomped lightly, causing a wave to ripple through the air. A faint light enveloped him and the mute elder, then they disappeared.
Inside this mountain, there was a small world.
Or maybe there’s another grave like a living dead grave, a grave within a grave.
And the person inside was naturally the greatest sword cultivator of this era, the founder of the Demon Sect, the mentor’s first disciple…
—Yan Li, who had been shut away in the
