Chapter 12: This Event Is Also Mentioned in the Original Novel

Huang Mao Luo Jie frowned, looking at the sudden appearance of Young Master Luo Jie with impatience and muttered, “I’ve got an early shift.”

“Where did Itachi even come from?”

“Oh, so Itachi’re just a little nobody.”

“Hide quickly—the trash collector’s coming.”

Hokage Luo Jie’s gaze also turned toward Young Master Luo Jie.

Previously, he had already shared memories with Young Master Luo Jie and knew his experiences inside and out.

As he expected, Young Master Luo Jie had been transported to a martial arts world.

More precisely, it should be called the Jin Yong Martial Arts Grand World.

This was a hybrid world merging numerous Jin Yong martial arts plotlines.

Upon first arriving, Young Master Luo Jie was born in a secluded little mountain village.

No mobile phones, no internet, no entertainment whatsoever—life was excruciatingly dull.

Moreover, even as a child, Young Master Luo Jie had to help his family with labor, living in unbearable hardship.

Until one day, the Wuliang Sword Sect came to the village to recruit disciples; Young Master Luo Jie, due to his excellent physique, was successfully selected.

When he learned his master was Xin Shuangqing, head of the Western Branch of the Wuliang Sword Sect, his heart sank.

Isn’t this just a minor extra from The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils?

He had become the disciple of a minor extra?

At this point, Young Master Luo Jie assumed he had been transported into the world of The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

After learning that the main plot was still over a decade away, Young Master Luo Jie trained diligently while searching everywhere for the location of the Langhuan Paradise, trying to find the manuals for the Northern Darkness Divine Art and the Lingbo Microstep.

But as he grew older, Young Master Luo Jie encountered some shocking rumors from the martial arts world.

For instance, decades ago, the Ming Cult’s leader Yang Dingtian died, and the Ming Cult immediately split; Vice Leader Ren Woxing founded the Sun-Moon Divine Sect.

For instance, decades ago, the Hua Shan Sect experienced the Sword-Qi dispute; Sword Sect’s Feng Qingyang was lured away, and Qi Sect’s Mu Renqing defeated numerous Sword Sect masters, forcing the Sword Sect to abandon the sect, filled with guilt and choosing seclusion.

And for instance, a few years ago, the Southern Beggar Sect’s leader Qiao Feng, through his personal charisma, won over the Northern Beggar Sect’s leader Hong Qi Gong, successfully unifying the Northern and Southern Beggar Sects and taking command of the number one sect in the world.

This wasn’t the world of The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils at all—it was a Jin Yong martial arts mishmash.

Young Master Luo Jie silently groaned inside.

Not only was the plot chaotic, but the historical setting was also incredibly complex.

The Great Song, the Qing Dynasty, the Jin Kingdom, the Mongol Yuan, and the Khitan all coexisted.

Various factions had somehow reached a bizarre balance, causing many events to align with his memory of the original plots.

“Tsk tsk tsk, pity I didn’t get reincarnated as Song Qingshu.”

Pirate Luo Jie couldn’t help but complain, a teasing smile on his face.

Hokage Luo Jie chuckled in reply: “Are Itachi serious about being Song Qingshu?”

Huang Mao Luo Jie laughed too: “What, Itachi like the lady’s fragrant skirt too?”

With that, all of them burst into laughter.

Young Master Luo Jie naturally understood their meaning; he cleared his throat and said solemnly, “I’m a person who has transcended base pleasures—don’t bring up such vulgar topics!”

Yet, the moment he spoke, the other three looked at him with utter disdain.

Don’t I know exactly what kind of person I am?

Hokage Luo Jie raised an eyebrow and said, “I hope Itachi really are.”

Huang Mao Luo Jie sneered: “No surprise—I’m the same: shameless, but still pretending to have some dignity.”

Pirate Luo Jie cut him off directly: “Itachi transcended base pleasures, yet still flirted with Ge Guangpei?”

Hearing this, Young Master Luo Jie’s face instantly flushed red; he hurriedly defended himself: “I was just guiding my fellow disciples!”

Huang Mao Luo Jie mercilessly mocked: “Guided her all the way to bed? That’s very much in my style.”

Young Master Luo Jie crossed his arms and snorted: “I merely didn’t want her to run away foolishly and ruin the sect’s reputation.”

Hokage Luo Jie laughed harder: “So Itachi preemptively stole her yourself—and ruined the sect’s reputation?”

Young Master Luo Jie grew furious.

“If nothing happened, then it doesn’t exist.”

“If it doesn’t exist, how can Itachi say I ruined the sect’s reputation? Itachi’re slandering my purity for no reason!”

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter again.

In this atmosphere full of joy and teasing, the four momentarily forgot their own world’s troubles and dangers.

…

Dali, Wuliang Mountain, Jianhugong.

At this moment, in a quiet chamber within Jianhugong, Luo Jie was immersed in seated meditation, his aura steady and calm.

Suddenly, Luo Jie snapped open his eyes, a flash of surprise and disbelief in them.

“I never expected the cheat skill to be this!”

His face instantly lit up with uncontrollable joy.

Then, Luo Jie stretched comfortably, slowly stood up, and moved his stiff body.

Recalling these years of experience, Luo Jie felt deep emotion.

After years of searching, perseverance paid off.

A few years ago, Luo Jie finally obtained the Northern Darkness Divine Art and the Lingbo Microstep, two supreme martial arts.

Then, relying on the martial foundation he had built since childhood, he studied day and night, neglecting sleep and meals, pouring countless efforts into understanding these two manuals, and finally achieving initial mastery.

Although, even now, Luo Jie had never actively used the Northern Darkness Divine Art to absorb others’ internal energy, his own strength had risen rapidly like a bamboo shoot splitting through stone.

The martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect were indeed vast and profound—not comparable to the third-rate techniques of the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Precisely because of this.

Five years ago, the Eastern and Western Branches of the Wuliang Sword Sect held a sword duel.

As Xin Shuangqing’s favorite disciple, Luo Jie shone brilliantly on the dueling ground.

Once he unleashed the Lingbo Microstep, his opponents’ sword strikes couldn’t touch him at all.

Under his leadership, the Western Branch won the duel and took control of Jianhugong.

Naturally.

With the Northern Darkness Divine Art and the Lingbo Microstep in hand, winning a mere sword duel was only to be expected.

After all, not only could he defeat the Eastern Branch disciples—he had full confidence he could defeat even the Eastern Branch’s leader Zuo Zimu and his own master.

In fact, Luo Jie had long planned to leave the sect and wander the martial world, to see firsthand just how absurd this chaotic martial arts world truly was.

But reality had temporarily delayed him.

On one hand, although Luo Jie had confidence in his strength, he knew well that compared to established elders, he still had a great gap to bridge.

On the other hand, last autumn, four incense masters from the Shennong Sect suddenly came to Jianhugong seeking an audience, claiming they wished to collect medicinal herbs in the back mountains.

This act violated the Wuliang Sword Sect’s taboos, and their hostile tone enraged Master Xin Shuangqing.

Words turned to blows quickly.

Luo Jie stepped forward to protect his fellow disciples, driving the four Shennong Sect members into retreat.

After a fierce battle, not a single member of the Wuliang Sword Sect was injured.

The four Shennong Sect lackeys, however, ended up three dead and one wounded.

Luo Jie had long known the reason behind this.

This event was also mentioned in the original novel.

The Shennong Sect’s leader Sikong Xuan had long been under the Life-and-Death Mark, a subordinate of the Lingjiao Palace on Mount Tian Shan, ordered to seize Jianhugong and uncover the truth behind the Wuliang Jade Wall.

The so-called herb gathering was merely a cover.

This battle was unavoidable.

Luo Jie suspected this was deeply connected to the Langhuan Paradise near the Wuliang Jade Wall.

It was likely that the master of the Lingjiao Palace, the Tian Shan Child Elder, was searching everywhere for traces of her younger brother and sister.

It was precisely to defend the sect that Luo Jie had resolutely postponed his plan to wander the martial world.

How could it possibly be because he was indulging in his senior sister’s tender embrace?

Even if it was, it was only a tiny bit.

After all, there were more beauties in the martial world.

How could Luo Jie give up an entire forest for just one tree?

Was he the kind of person who couldn’t see the bigger picture?

(End of Chapter)