Chapter 43: Dewdrop

[Qingsong]

Type: Wooden Sword

Level: Rare (Blue)

Effects:

+15% Damage to Undead Creatures (Yang Flame)

+20% Damage to Snake and Scorpion Creatures (Yang Flame)

Description:

A specially crafted wooden sword from an ancient sect, made from rare materials under stringent conditions, granting it notable power against certain types of creatures.

Note:

“Since entering the sect, I have been blessed with the master’s teachings and the support of my fellow disciples, which I hold dearly in my heart. Now, hearing of the calamity of snakes and scorpions afflicting my homeland, leaving the people in misery, though my strength and talent are modest, I cannot forget the kindness shown to me. Thus, I humbly request the master’s permission to descend the mountain to slay demons and bring peace to the people.”

—Inner Disciple of “Zhuquan Temple,” Li Haoran

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My gaze lingered, a surge of astonishment rising within me, Xia Nan.

“This… it really is from another world!”

At this point, the peculiarly styled buildings I encountered along the way, the cave I was in now, and the massive black serpent within it all found an explanation.

Though I didn’t know exactly what had happened, there was no doubt these things originated from another world, entirely distinct from the fantastical one I currently inhabited.

And they had merged into this space in some fragmented form.

I couldn’t help but feel fortunate.

The “attribute panel” golden finger I gained after transmigrating seemed limited to displaying information about equipment and items, far less useful than the “systems” with leveling and stat-adding functions I’d imagined.

But in this real world, it provided immense assistance in countless ways.

Whether it was the beheading longsword discarded in the blacksmith’s corner or the truth revealed through the panel’s information now,

without this golden finger, I wouldn’t be struggling at every step, but I certainly wouldn’t be as composed as I was now.

Not to mention this unremarkable-looking wooden sword, which appeared ordinary but was a genuine rare blue enchanted weapon in this world.

I took some of the remaining gauze from my backpack and carefully wiped the dust off the sword’s surface.

The wooden sword’s form, previously hidden under dirt, gradually revealed itself before me.

About three feet long, a single-handed sword, shorter than the beheading longsword;

made entirely of dark brown ebony, its texture smooth and gentle, with a short, rounded hilt seamlessly integrated with the blade, devoid of extraneous decorations.

From its appearance alone, aside from its color and minor stylistic differences, it seemed no different from a standard training wooden sword.

Only I knew that this seemingly ordinary single-handed sword was a legitimate enchanted weapon in this world.

I closely examined the blade, noting that after wiping, it bore few traces, almost as if new.

I then pulled out the hemp rope I’d bought before setting out, securing it alongside the beheading longsword on my back.

Looking at the pale skeleton slumped against the stone wall, I paused, silently sighing.

Though there were no other items around to confirm its identity, the information on the panel allowed me to deduce that this was likely “Li Haoran” mentioned in the note.

Combined with the massive serpent corpse in the cave, the sudden abundance of snakes and insects in the Mist Forest, and the “calamity of snakes and scorpions” referenced in the note,

I could roughly piece together the connection.

But now, this righteous warrior’s remains had followed his resting place into another world.

No one here knew him, and aside from me, likely no one would know his story.

Had I not agreed to join the half-elf’s team and ventured deep into the Mist Forest with them,

he would likely have remained here, quietly lying in this cave alongside the serpent’s corpse that killed him.

Even if some unlucky adventurer stumbled in later, they’d probably marvel at the serpent’s size and overlook this skeleton and its unremarkable wooden sword.

Thoughts swirled in my mind.

Finding an exit wasn’t something to rush, and there were no immediate dangers to face.

I paused, then crouched down, straightening the skeleton that had collapsed after I removed the scale, laying it flat on the ground.

The cave was surrounded by rock, impossible to dig.

So I gathered stones from around, piling them over the skeleton until it was fully covered.

I even pulled out my waist dagger, found a slightly longer stone, carved the name “Li Haoran” on it, and planted it at the center of the pile.

With limited conditions, this was the best I could do.

I didn’t know the customs of his world, but given its similarity to the ancient civilization of my previous life, there should be a concept of “resting in peace.”

It was a small gesture of respect.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I took one last look at the stone pile in the cave’s corner.

Then I turned my gaze away.

Now, it was time to find a way out.

Just as I prepared to carefully search the cave’s perimeter, a sudden burning sensation came from the wooden sword I had just secured on my back.

“Hm?”

Surprised, I reached for the hilt and drew it.

As if guided, the sword’s tip pointed toward the spot where the skeleton had rested.

The stone wall blurred for an instant.

Instinctively, I used my left hand to lightly tap the wall’s surface with the wooden sword.

Buzz—

In an instant, the cold, gray wall vanished.

In its place was a small, exquisite stone chamber.

The blue-glowing fungi, previously scattered in rock crevices, seemed to have been deliberately gathered at the chamber’s ceiling.

A focused beam of light shone down like a spotlight.

At the center of the beam stood a conical stone ridge, with a verdant green vine climbing it.

At the vine’s end hung a delicate, small gourd.

The gourd was golden-yellow, its jade-like, translucent surface shimmering with radiant fluorescence under the light.

But all of this, everything before me,

mattered little to me now.

The moment the stone chamber appeared, all my attention and focus locked onto the gourd’s opening—

a dazzling, golden dewdrop, hovering, yet to fall.

It was as if it were the source of all this otherworldly illusion, the epicenter of these alien objects.

“Ding.”

A sound like jade striking jade rang in my ears, the dewdrop trembling faintly, as if about to fall.

Instinctively, I stepped forward, cupping my hands to catch it.

The dewdrop seeped into my skin.

Boom—

Countless shadows twisted before my eyes, the stone walls, vines, and fluorescence fading like a tide.

That familiar dizziness hit again.

The next second, I was standing back in the underbrush and dense forest of the Mist Forest.

In my vision, a stream of translucent text scrolled across the attribute panel like a flood.

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