This Is My Planet - Chapter 39 - Chapter 39 – Xuanyuan Sword
Xia Guixuan felt like a small light bulb went “ding” in his head after hearing those words.
This was quite fun, much more entertaining for him than for others… much more.
The little fox’s mind was indeed quick. Xia Guixuan felt like giving her a thumbs up for her quick thinking. Lately, he had a slight habit of liking comments on the screen…
Just as Xia Guixuan was thinking, his divine sense received information about someone intruding into the house, diverting his thoughts.
Watching Ling Moxue cautiously flying towards the mountaintop, Xia Guixuan grinned broadly.
This girl should have flown back to the capital last night… Perhaps she guessed he would leave today, deliberately stayed behind to search the house for information about him, hoping to find a way to remove the “slave mark.”
Honestly, Xia Guixuan didn’t care about her scheming and infiltration.
Many would willingly serve him and grovel for some benefits from his ‘great abilities,’ willing even to lick the soles of his shoes. Xia Guixuan had seen plenty of that. Ling Moxue clearly understood that his strength far surpassed her comprehension. She still didn’t want to compromise her dignity for benefits, even if it meant giving up the position of the sect leader. While she appeared respectful on the surface, she would attempt to break free at any opportunity…
This was the spirit of a swordsman, and Xia Guixuan was certain of her path. Although not sharp enough and with smooth compromises; not pure enough, with worldly desires. But it was indeed a spirit of a swordsman, just not the sword of a swordsman. In a sense, it could be called the ‘Emperor’s Sword’… in the making. Whether it would be accomplished depended on herself; otherwise, she would just be another ambitious person found everywhere.
Once, Xia Guixuan had gifted a Red Sky Sword to someone named Liu Bang. It was a gift that Xia Guixuan was quite pleased with. Liu Bang rose by slaying a serpent, initiating the Han Dynasty for four hundred years.
It remained to be seen whether Ling Moxue was Liu Bang or Dong Zhuo.
Xia Guixuan then quietly removed some defensive prohibitions that might overwhelm her, allowing her to explore.
Ling Moxue cautiously used some artifacts that Xia Guixuan considered very low-grade, isolating various defensive bands spread throughout the ecological park. Lightly stepping outside the bamboo pavilion, before Ling Moxue could be amazed by the surroundings, she was startled by a round, plump old tiger sitting at the door.
Seeing her, the tiger was startled as well and, without playing its role as a guard, it dashed away.
Xia Guixuan: “…”
Ling Moxue wasn’t surprised. To this kind of wild beast, her aura was that of an ancient behemoth; which tiger would dare make a sound? It seemed that her master’s guards were just like this. Ling Moxue relaxed slightly and cautiously entered the hall.
Inside the hall, it was indeed quiet, similar to the arrangement Yin Xiaoru had seen before, except the cauldron was put away.
Ling Moxue’s heart was pounding as she rapidly searched the entire building, only to find that there were no cabinets or boxes, no place at all to hide things.
Feeling anxious, she returned to the hall, surveyed around for a while, lost in thought.
There were flutes, swords, paintings… Xia Guixuan’s attachment to them was unknown. If she took them, could she negotiate terms?
She looked up at the painting of Great Yu Controls the Waters for a long time before shaking her head.
Even if she could negotiate terms, what good would it do… it was unwise to truly provoke the other party.
She didn’t have any intention of taking advantage or causing damage to vent her frustration. She sighed at the central hall, saying, “This infiltration, I wonder if you’ll notice my aura here later… if you want to punish me, I’ll accept it.”
After finishing her words, she looked at the water painting for a moment and murmured softly, “When I listened to your flute music last night, I pondered a lot. Originally, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with me killing Yan Wuyue. Even if we put aside the issue of human and divine descendants, speaking solely about seizing treasures in a secret realm, competitors are enemies on the path. Who cares if the opponent is a saint or a villain before fighting?”
“But later, when my mind calmed down, I continued to ponder. She came for official business, without any personal motives. I planned to seize the sacred blood for myself, while she would die in the line of duty. There’s a bias in others’ hearts. From my perspective, of course, the path comes first and cannot be abandoned. Even if I had to do it all over again, I would probably make the same choice. But apologizing to her, that should be acknowledged.”
“Trying to gain forgiveness from Yan Wuyue using my normal identity is utterly impractical. Exposing Ling Moxue as the Heavenly Dao Sect’s Holy Maiden and sparking a political storm isn’t just my personal matter. The only way is to confront her with the identity of the black robed woman, to strike her with full force, to resolve this karmic entanglement. If I can survive, I hope you’ll keep your promise and lift this curse from me. If I die by her hand, it’s better than being a slave. Regarding the Zhou family’s matter, as I promised you, I’ll finish it first.”
Having said this, she seemed to feel much lighter in her heart and turned to leave.
However, she suddenly found herself unable to move, as an extremely fearful consciousness surged within her, as if a true ferocious beast had approached.
Stiffly turning her head, she looked towards the nine-person painting on the wall. The faceless figure in the center slowly gained features, then gradually became three-dimensional, as if it was coming out of the scroll.
Xia Guixuan.
Ling Moxue looked as if she had seen a ghost, her legs trembling slightly, stammering, “You… you…”
Xia Guixuan smiled amiably, “What is your Dao?”
“Ah?” Ling Moxue was stunned.
“Your pursuit—power? Strength? Immortality? Transcendence?”
Ling Moxue was dumbfounded for a long time before slowly saying, “Just seeking immortality. I really think that’s the true direction of human cultivation. Everything else is just a means.”
“Hmm… the Dao of enlightenment and knowledge then. So, being a celebrity, it isn’t just for fame, but a part of your cultivation?”
“Yes, of course… but there’s also the psychology of seeking attention and the desire to be superior, I won’t hide that from Master.”
“That’s too unreliable.” Xia Guixuan didn’t dwell on her latter sentence, instead, he went to the wall, took down a hanging sword, and tossed it over. “This is for you.”
“Ah?”
Xia Guixuan grinned, “This sword has quite a history. Do you know its name?”
“W-What?”
“The Xuanyuan Sword.”
Ling Moxue’s heart skipped a beat, instinctively clutching the sword tightly, although she didn’t fully believe it.
Xia Guixuan chuckled, “Don’t stare as if you’ve seen a ghost. This is just a replica, its grade isn’t high. It’s just about within your capability to wield it now. The sword techniques and essence within are also incomplete, but it holds value for you and can serve as a basic method.”
Ling Moxue felt a bit relieved and sighed. The Xuanyuan Sword was just too extravagant; it would be hard to make people believe it, even if her master was incredibly amazing, it would sound like boasting. Giving a replica somehow made it more believable… although still strange. After all, replicas need a genuine article to imitate, could there really be a genuine Xuanyuan Sword in this world?
Just as she was thinking about this, she heard Xia Guixuan continue, “The genuine sword is also with me.”
Ling Moxue: “!!!”
“Oh?” Seeing her expression, Xia Guixuan suddenly asked with interest, “If you genuinely submit and become a slave, I could give you the real Xuanyuan sword as a gift. Would you want it?”
Ling Moxue’s face turned red and then pale, not knowing how to respond. After a while, she said, “That kind of loyalty cannot deceive you, Master, so why jest?”
“Tsk… that response…” Xia Guixuan laughed, “Alright then, you keep the replica. Maybe one day, you’ll have the real thing.”
Ling Moxue swallowed hard, feeling her heart pounding, wanting to say something but unable to articulate.
Xia Guixuan said, “I have another question for you.”
Ling Moxue quickly responded, “Master, please ask.”
Xia Guixuan smiled, “You sound so sincere calling me master. Look, you can’t escape it, can you… Do you suddenly feel like your backbone isn’t sturdy enough?”
Ling Moxue blushed deeply, lowered her head, and remained silent.
However, Xia Guixuan didn’t continue to tease her. Instead, he said, “By the way, how should I go about participating in a novel’s video? Should I go to the author?”
Ling Moxue: “?”
This topic jumped too fast and had a rollercoaster quality, moving from the Xuanyuan Sword and existential questions to making a video. Was this the thought process of a mysterious genius? Ordinary people truly couldn’t comprehend!
Xia Guixuan urged, “Why are you standing there blankly? Whom should I contact to participate in those videos? My plane is almost here…”
Suppressing the urge to spit blood, Ling Moxue weakly responded, “The author doesn’t have the copyright; their rights belong to the website.”
Xia Guixuan: “…Slave system?”
Ling Moxue coughed dryly, not knowing how to explain, simply saying, “Regarding the few works that I participate in, the film and television rights are bought by my company. If it’s those few, then I can arrange it.”
Xia Guixuan’s eyes sparkled, “That convenient?”
Ling Moxue instinctively stepped back.
Pointing at himself, Xia Guixuan said, “Then let’s arrange it. I want to act as Tai Kang in the future.”
“…” Ling Moxue didn’t know if her mind was muddled and she couldn’t understand human speech anymore, or if the other person’s mind was muddled and spouting nonsense.
You, an unfathomable powerhouse who can flatten continents with a wave of your hand, telling me you want to participate in a movie… no, not even a movie, just a segmented video adaptation of a novel, nearly an audio version!
Xia Guixuan was eagerly saying, “In the future, no need to chant my name three times, just contact me directly through the watch. My ID is…”
Ling Moxue silently added the account.
On the plane, Xia Guixuan looked at an avatar of a white-clothed swordswoman, “墨雪” (Mo Xue), flashing on the screen and couldn’t help but shake his head, sighing, “A woman with no sense of fun.”
He casually clicked “accept.”
Ling Moxue, seeing “剁成肉酱” (MincedMeat-chan) accepting the request, felt a bit apprehensive. This ID was quite aggressive, which somewhat matched her initial perception of him.
Then she heard Xia Guixuan say, “How about it? I heard adding ‘chan’ is cute. Do you want to change it to Mo Xue-chan?”
Ling Moxue nearly spat blood, “Thank you for your consideration, but I’ll pass…”