Master of Kaidan-Chapter 530 98

Just as they say, a specific setting trumps everything else, even assaulting the daytime Immortal.

The Godly Position of Great White Golden Star who specialized in attacking kings overwhelmed the Ghost King in an instant. The Ghost King, who had made quite the entrance, didn’t even have a chance to beg for mercy before being split in two by a cold-tempered lady with a single sword strike.

"Death came quickly for him." Feng Xue immediately stepped forward, pushing back the pen fairy, who was about to take out a small notebook, because he was about to conduct a crucial experiment!

He pulled a wrapping cloth from his waist, scattering a bunch of odds and ends onto the Corpse of the Ghost King. These were items he had purchased in Infinite City, intended for crafting illusions, but compared to confirming his speculation, these purchasable items were not worth worrying about.

One after another, Pseudo Artifacts scattered down, and unexpectedly, these Pseudo Artifacts, which would usually evaporate quickly in the real world without the support of Kaidan, did not disappear immediately. Instead, they floated above the damaged soul body of the Ghost King, falling into a strange equilibrium.

"Indeed!" Feng Xue’s brows furrowed. There were no mosaics above the Ghost King’s head, proving he was not an ill omen, but the situation at hand was enough to show that it was no longer merely a soul creature; it had become an information state existence with significant Identity.

"This just got interesting." Feng Xue squinted at the Pseudo Artifacts fluctuating in the Fog, swiped away the player platform, and thought that if these were just coincidences, then all he needed to do was...

"Hehe!" Looking at the player platform and seeing the "Visiting Graves" task still incomplete, Feng Xue’s lips curled up.

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Why, despite the chance to be randomly assigned to corresponding levels, would one need to bother setting up a useless sign in the plaza, only serving to trap people?

Why, when a level could be placed in the player’s plaza, are only the impossible ones offered?

Why couldn’t killing the level boss count as completing the task?

"No, it’s still too early to draw conclusions!"

Feng Xue shook his head, took out a high-quality grave-visiting kit purchased at the Babylon Tower’s underground department store, and walked towards the mountain top.

"Are they all dead? Or just hiding?" Passing by the earlier Descent site, Feng Xue didn’t see any traces of players but didn’t pay it any mind. Following the mountain path, he arrived at an archway.

Although it was called an archway, it was basically reduced to two crumbling pillars with weathered carvings, and only a stone slab that seemed to be an epitaph remained on the ground.

While the cave appeared to say, "There’s a big fight inside, come in and play," Feng Xue placed a Fire Pit in front of the stone slab, tossed in a handful of joss paper, respectfully burned three joss sticks, and leaned against the pillar, the smoke curling upwards as he reopened the player panel.

"Heh, just as I thought." Seeing the optional task still marked as incomplete, Feng Xue generally confirmed the nature of the Game, shaking his head:

"Elder, oh elder, I figured you just wanted to gain a Single Word Authority and resurrect yourself. I didn’t expect you’d give me such a big surprise!"

After waiting a bit, Feng Xue checked on the Corpse of the Ghost King, only to find it had completely vanished, along with the scattered Pseudo Artifacts.

"No loot, huh." Feng Xue, never too confident in his luck, wasn’t disappointed by this turn of events. He reached behind himself and pulled out a motorcycle.

Riding the motorcycle, Feng Xue headed south, but before he had gone ten miles, he hit an air wall.

"Great White, cleave it!"

Feng Xue touched the air wall, extended his right pinky, and a white-gold sword flash passed by like a swallow skimming water, slicing through the invisible air wall and splitting an old tree on the other side into two.

"It looks like it’s not a physical ’wall’. A cognition obstacle? Or is it an ability of the Pseudo Artifacts?" Feng Xue pondered briefly, then abandoned the idea of forcing his way through. After all, everything was still speculative, although he was 98% sure. The true nature would have to be confirmed by the next mission.

And even if the guess were confirmed, he couldn’t brute-force a solution. In fact, if his speculation were confirmed, he especially couldn’t use brute force. How could he afford to damage such a Precious sample?

...

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. With the completion notification of a mandatory task popping up, Feng Xue returned to the player platform and immediately attracted the attention of those around him.

After all, one would be returned to the place they were transmitted from when the Game ended. His appearance out of the blue next to the notice board naturally led others to conjecture if he had voluntarily chosen the task from the board.

He casually donned an Identity of "Hard to Understand" and reshaped his face before turning his gaze back to the notice board.

The "Visiting Graves" level had now disappeared from the board; however, Feng Xue didn’t just randomly pick another. Instead, he asked a fellow vendor player:

"Bro, which of these tasks is the hardest?"

On hearing Feng Xue’s question, the player jolted, then seriously turned to Feng Xue, "Don’t seek death, man. Every task on this board is deadly difficult; which one hasn’t killed over a dozen Fierce Ghost Level players?"

"Just curious, only curious." Feng Xue pulled out a coin and stuffed it into the player’s hand, smilingly saying:

"Come on, tell me, which is the hardest task here?"

The player, gripping the coin from Feng Xue, froze for a moment before swiftly responding:

"I don’t know which is the hardest, but I can tell you the oldest one."

Pointing at a title in the bottom left corner of the board, he said, "There you go, that one. I heard it’s been there since the previous generation of players was around. But it’s enough just to look. Don’t you ever seek death!"

"Don’t worry, I won’t." Feng Xue smiled, looking at the task the player pointed out, its title still straightforward —

"New Semester."

"Oh, a school-themed Mysterious task is essential, huh?"

Feng Xue’s smile widened, unnerving the player, who hastily advised:

"Buddy, listen to me, don’t overestimate yourself, no matter how badass you think you are[Beep—]. Not to mention how many years this Game has been up; look at the duration of the level, a full four and a half months! Think about it, in a place full of ghosts, four and a half months, even if your Ghost can hold out, you as a person can’t!"

"I understand, I do." Feng Xue remained cheerful and then, to the stunned onlooker’s dismay, casually opened his character panel and hit the red button.

"Damn it! Bad luck!"

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