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Let Me Game in Peace - Chapter 29

Published at 22nd of February 2020 04:35:09 AM

Chapter 29

Many of the history books in the League had depicted that battle, the Day of the Fiendish Calamity . As for Jing Daoxian, he had the nickname of Fiend King . The number of Epic experts back then weren’t as numerous as the number these days, so to kill twenty-seven Epic experts basically meant slaughtering most of humanity’s strongest experts . It set back humanity’s strength by at least ten years .

Zhou Wen stared at the elder in front of him, finding it difficult to put this sickly old man with the terrifying Fiend King of legends .

“You are Fiend King Jing Daoxian?” Zhou Wen didn’t feel horrified because of his restrainment . This was because he knew very well that it didn’t make a difference .

“Do you now want it?” Jing Daoxian said to Zhou Wen with a faint smile .

“Yes . ” Zhou Wen didn’t hesitate in answering for he had no intention of dying at the hands of this devil .

When Jing Daoxian heard Zhou Wen’s reply, he narrowed his eyes and said, “You may say so, but you don’t want it deep down . Even if you take it, I’m afraid you wouldn’t cultivate in it . ”

Is this guy nuts? Zhou Wen thought . “I’m naturally not going to cultivate in it . If that Skyfiend Treatise is really a Primordial Energy Art of yours, wouldn’t the League’s government believe that I’m related to you if I were to master it? I would also be wanted . ”

Jing Daoxian fell silent for a moment before his eyes lit up as though he had thought of something . Putting the notebook away, he took out something else .

It was a violet, metal box that resembled copper . However, it didn’t have the luster of copper with its dark, brushed-metal texture .

Looking small and exquisite, the metal box was squarish, about the size of a cigarette case . Carved on it were strange and messy patterns with three words written vertically in the middle .

“Lost Immortal Sutra!” Zhou Wen recognized the three words but didn’t understand what they meant .

The elder held the tiny box in front of Zhou Wen before lifting the lid . At this moment, Zhou Wen realized that it wasn’t a box but pieces of violet metal sheets that were connected to one another . They were like violet metal name cards .

There was a total of thirteen extremely thin, violet sheets . Each one was engraved with words the size of a fly’s head . Due to the tiny text, Zhou Wen wasn’t able to read the words on them .

Jing Daoxian didn’t look at the words on them . After opening it, all he did was wave the sheets in front of Zhou Wen before stacking them back together, turning them back into the violet metal block that resembled a cigarette case . Finally, he stuffed it into Zhou Wen’s hands .

“A Primordial Energy Art is written on it . It’s rather interesting, so take your time to cultivate it . ” Jing Daoxian gave an odd smile, revealing his white teeth . It gave Zhou Wen the creeps .

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Jing Daoxian stuffed the Lost Immortal Sutra into Zhou Wen’s hands before walking away amidst coughs with his back hunched . Soon, he vanished from the dark street .

Only then did Zhou Wen feel the invisible force around his body dissipate . Having regained control of his body, he glanced at the direction in which Jing Daoxian had vanished . Unable to see him, he hurriedly looked down at the metal slab in his hand .

The history books speak of Jing Daoxian as having an eccentric and unreasonable temperament . He does things as he pleases . It’s really an apt description . Legend has it that Jing Daoxian was capricious, killing people in a way no different from having his meals . He had no sense of morals .  Zhou Wen didn’t believe that Jing Daoxian was nice enough to give him a high-grade Primordial Energy Art due to a lucky encounter .

Zhou Wen observed the metallic slab but failed to find anything special about it . Without opening it, it looked like a metal cigarette case .

After some thought, Zhou Wen didn’t check the Lost Immortal Sutra’s contents . He had the mysterious phone and Sun Strafe Art that destined him to become an expert . There was no need for him to take the risk of cultivating a Primordial Energy Art given to him by Jing Daoxian .

Hesitating for a moment while holding the metallic slab, Zhou Wen carefully placed it in his pocket .

Firstly, he was afraid that Jing Daoxian was watching nearby . If he were to throw it away, he was afraid that Jing Daoxian would flare up into a rage and kill him .

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Secondly, Zhou Wen didn’t know if there were any harmful traps in the Lost Immortal Sutra . He wasn’t sure if others would be harmed if he just threw it away .

Looking in the direction that Jing Daoxian had vanished, Zhou Wen turned around and headed for the supermarket .

At the moment he turned around, Jing Daoxian, who was standing on another street, curled his lips . He sneered with an odd expression .  I originally wanted to give you an opportunity for catching my fancy . Who knew that you are such a philistine . No one can live comfortably in this world after rejecting me . You’ll die regardless of whether you cultivate the Lost Immortal Sutra . If there’s anything to blame, blame it on yourself for not knowing better .

Suddenly, Jing Daoxian frowned slightly .  Did they catch up that quickly?

With that said, Jing Daoxian walked towards the other end of the city, quickly vanishing from the city’s landscape .

Before Zhou Wen walked far, he saw people running toward him from the street ahead . They were wearing black uniforms that resembled a police uniform, but there were some differences . Despite carefully looking at it, he failed to recognize the uniform .

There were men and women in the group, with all of them looking to be in their twenties or thirties . The person leading them was a man in his thirties . He was clean-shaven other than the thin mustache above his lips . He was thin, with a hooked nose, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade .

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“Hey there, did you see an elder in his seventies or eighties when you came from there?” The person ran past Zhou Wen without giving him a second glance . However, before they went far, the man who led the group stopped and turned to ask Zhou Wen .

“I think there was one . He headed in that direction . ” Zhou Wen pointed in the direction where Jing Daoxian had left .

The man observed Zhou Wen for a moment before he nodded and said his thanks . Then, he led the group of uniformed personnel in the direction Zhou Wen had pointed .

Zhou Wen waited until they were a distance away before he turned around and briskly walked off . He really didn’t wish to embroil himself in such trouble . He sought a life of gaming in peace while schooling .

This time, he finally arrived at the supermarket without any mishap and bought plenty of food . Like always, Zhou Wen headed home and continued his grinding fest .

He gamed past one in the morning before he forced himself to put down the phone and go to bed .

Zhou Wen’s sleep quality had always been good . This might have something to do with his talent in being able to get into a focused state when learning something . It was the same with sleep . He could fall asleep within three seconds of lying down .

Zhou Wen imagined that he would be able to sleep till daybreak, but he felt something amiss while sleeping in the middle of the night .

In the past, Zhou Wen was able to sleep the entire night unless roused up by someone . But today was different . The room was so silent that one could hear a pin drop; yet, Zhou Wen woke up .