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By the stream on the hill behind, after his teacher said the sentence “Because you are not a real Natural Sword Embryo,” Lu Xun touched his nose and let out an awkward chuckle.

“As expected, nothing can hide from the teacher.” After finishing his laughter, he added a bit of flattery.

He wasn’t anxious about this. After all, it’s not like his teacher would bother to go out just to debunk rumors and tell everyone, “My little disciple isn’t a natural Sword Embryo; don’t believe his lies!”

The teacher wouldn’t be that bored.

At this moment, the teacher, dressed in white, looked up at the sky, his hands behind his back. His right index finger occasionally rose, lightly tapping the back of his left hand and said:

“In fact… if you were a real Natural Sword Embryo, perhaps you could tread the path of Body Refining Sword.”

Hearing this, Lu Xun couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret.

He currently had 5 Sword Dao Aptitude points, which would increase to 6 after completing the mission of being “Enveloped in Sword Intent”.

But obtaining more Special Attribute Points becomes harder later. When would he ever max out the four remaining points?

After all, in his previous life, he hadn’t seen any player max out Special Attribute Points for any attribute.

If someone could get to 6 or 7 points, they’d already be considered incredibly powerful.

If Lu Xun hadn’t been exploiting all the advantages available to him, how could a mere Level-twenty-odd player have so many Special Attribute Points now?

He thought for a moment and concluded that for him, the quickest method to gain Special Attribute Points was one — destroying Foreign Race Altars!

Destroying one could net several Random Special Attribute Points!

As for the exact number, it depended on the Level of the altar.

Some altars might be of lower level, attracting fewer Foreign Races, so destroying them would yield fewer rewards.

But from what Lu Xun knew, at least 3 Special Attribute Points were guaranteed!

Although he had yet to gain “Swordsmanship Aptitude”, it was a matter of probability, and with enough tries… well, actually, there were no guarantees.

It still depended on luck!

Who would have expected, with cheats on, he’d still need to rely on luck!

“It seems that if I get the chance, I should cause more problems for the Foreign Races.” Lu Xun thought to himself.

At this moment, a black shadow flew across the sky and landed on Lu Xun’s shoulder.

It was the Spirit Crow that was currently left to roam the hill behind.

Its beak was still tied with a piece of cloth, only removed during meal times.

After coming to the rear mountain, the silly crow didn’t show any progress. It was still semi-spiritual.

If it weren’t for the bond they had built after spending so much time together, Lu Xun would’ve stewed it long ago.

Lu Xun extended a hand to stroke its feathers, and a flash of inspiration struck him.

“Teacher, Little Chan is also a Natural Sword Embryo, can she help me cultivate?” Lu Xun asked.

Gathering 10 points of Sword Aptitude was a tough job, relying on luck.

And asking for the elder brother’s help every five years was too troublesome.

But didn’t he have a beloved disciple who was also a Natural Sword Embryo?

It would be great if Little Chan could help him cultivate!

However, compared to the realm of his eldest brother, Little Chan’s Cultivation Base seemed extremely insignificant. He wasn’t sure whether it would be of any use.

Hearing his question, the teacher pondered for a moment before saying, “You can try it yourself, it might work.”

After all, it was a path no one had tread before. The teacher also seemed somewhat unsure.

Lu Xun nodded and asked, “Will there be any danger?”

This was literally experimenting with human bodies.

Lu Xun had heard about some grandmasters of self-created cultivation techniques, who ended up dead during the creation process.

“Don’t worry, you won’t die.” the teacher replied.

“That’s good,” Lu Xun said.

Anyway, he was not afraid of pain, and some injuries were recoverable anyhow!

As long as he wouldn’t die, he would go all out!

It’s just a small matter!

The fish in the back hill stream were always unafraid of people. Another fat fish jumped out of the water, only to be caught by Lu Xun.

“Yo, I was just worried that one fish wouldn’t be enough to eat, who’d have guessed you’d be so understanding.” Lu Xun thought to himself.

The teacher glanced at his little disciple having fun catching fish and leisurely said, “I heard from Little Nanbei that when you were at Three Thousand Mountains, you were attacked by a Cultivator of the Fifth Level?”

“Uh…Yes, it did happen,” Lu Xun admitted, knowing that the teacher was referring to the Foreign Race’s Bai Beiqiu.

This little girl has quite the chatty mouth, I can’t seem to keep her quiet!

I guess when she had free time after returning to our mountain sect, she must have spilled the beans about all our exploits down the mountain to the teacher and Third Senior Brother.

“What was the reason?” The teacher asked.

Lu Xun remained silent, providing no answer.

He knew, deceiving the teacher was not an easy task, unlike Mao Nanbei, who could be easily fooled with a few fibs.

Given the circumstances, he might as well exercise his right to remain silent.

The teacher never forced his disciples to do things they were reluctant to; such was the consensus among the disciples.

Lu Xun had his own right to privacy, which the teacher would not infringe upon.

As expected, the teacher said, “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine with me.”

After a while, the teacher, as if a thought struck him, said,

“In the future, if there are things you want to do outside the sect, but your actions cannot be attributed to anyone, you can attribute them to me. Of course, I believe you’re already quite adept in this regard.”

“Ahem… Ahem…” Lu Xun coughed awkwardly.

He tentatively asked, “What if, for no reason at all, I perform some earth-shattering deed outside the sect, would that be okay?”

There are lots of foreign race altars hidden in mountains and rivers, hence Lu Xun’s question.

The teacher turned to look at him, observing him intensively.

This was the first time the teacher had ever looked at him in this manner.

Lu Xun felt as though the old codger had seen through him completely.

With his gaze still fixed on Lu Xun, the teacher said, “As long as you stay true to yourself, you are free to do as you wish.”

And unexpectedly, even unprecedentedly… he actually smiled at Lu Xun!

His smile was gentle, even if his face was plain.

“Yes, master, as your disciple, I understand.” Lu Xun said respectfully.

Since joining the mountain sect, Lu Xun had never seen the teacher make a serious move.

But he knew that the teacher was incredibly strong, stronger than he could even imagine.

Now, as a direct disciple and someone who spent all his time around the teacher, he began to suspect that this unattractive old codger might know something.

It could be related to the foreign race.

Or it could be related to the players.

“Or, I could just be overthinking.” Lu Xun thought to himself.

After finishing his conversation with the teacher, Lu Xun felt like his mind had been greatly rewarded.

In the future, if he ever needs to stir things up outside the sect, using the teacher’s name could make things much easier.

Especially when it comes to destroying altars!

“If I do this, and then that, hehe, hehehe!” Lu Xun already had plans on how to manipulate a bunch of lackeys.

However, he felt a little embarassed when he thought about how he himself was now half a Magical Weapon Cultivator, and not much different from those lackeys.

Throughout the day, aside from cooking, he just scrolled through the forums.

Having been in a trance for seven days, he was curious about any big events that might have happened during his absence.

The recent sensation on the forum is about a certain guild acquiring an inferior blue equipment.

But for the current Lu Xun, an inferior blue equipment meant nothing.

“Sigh, without my glorious contribution, the overall tone of the forum has lost several notches.” he thought to himself.

As night fell, it was time for the juniors of the mountain sect to retreat indoors and cultivate.

Lu Xun also had to return to his room, to endure the whip of Sword Intent for the day.

Before Lin Chan went into her room, Lu Xun stopped her, “Little Chan.”

The young girl immediately stopped in her tracks and turned around.

The once skinny girl had now become a tall and elegant young lady.

As he looked at his own nurtured female disciple, Lu Xun coughed once, then said,

“You go back and start your cultivation first, after midnight, come to my room.”