Chapter 189 - - 189 Seven Star Gate_1

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As for the betting, Duge didn’t care much about it. That wasn’t something he could meddle with at his current status, nor could he place bets on himself. Even with Bai Long’s favorable attitude, he was merely a horse on the racetrack, a grasshopper in a jar—unable to decide his own fate.

If Bai Long could promise him something, he could just as easily make promises to others. Whoever took it seriously would lose.

If there were to be any rewards, they should be given in advance! Talking big without delivering…

On the Alien Battlefield, the main goal was still to survive.

What surprised Duge was that Bai Long never mentioned two key terms throughout their interaction and seemed not to notice that he wasn’t a native of Qiyuan Star or that he had brought skills out of the simulation field.

Compared to the spiritual power given out capriciously by Pan-Universe Entertainment, this was supposed to be his real trump card.

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In the following two days.

Duge didn’t see Bai Long again, nor did he meet any other warriors.

Of course, within the base, he didn’t have the freedom to wander around, but his room lacked nothing. Whatever he needed, he just had to order from the intelligent robotic assistant responsible for him—food, entertainment, everything was well taken care of.

It could be said that even someone incapable of taking care of themselves could live a happy and exciting life in this base for a lifetime.

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Two days later.

At the assistant’s prompt, Duge lay down in the Alien Battlefield login device, and amidst the countdown of five, four, three, two, one, he logged into the Alien Battlefield for the first time.

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Like the simulation field, the sensation of weightlessness hit. When Duge reopened his eyes, he found himself in a strange world.

Just as with the experiences of seniors in the videos, he was utterly alone without any other examinees in sight.

He floated aimlessly for five minutes.

Duge looked down upon the world.

Below were continuous green mountains. Occasionally, he could see woodcutters chopping trees in the dense forests, herb gatherers with baskets on their backs roving through the wilds, and small villages nestled in the mountain hollows. From their clothing and the tools they used, it was clear that this was a world with an ancient setting.

It was not yet clear whether this was a martial arts world or an Immortal Martial World.

But the Alien Battlefield wasn’t like the simulation field. Even if it was the martial arts world, it was usually the kind where one slash could release a sword energy dozens of meters long—a high-level martial arts setting not to be underestimated.

Very quickly.

Duge caught the information he was looking for.

In midair.

A man and a woman, one chasing the other. The woman rode a large red bird while the man stood on a flying sword.

Damn!

It’s an Immortal Martial World!

Duge cursed his misfortune inwardly.

In an instant.

The two flew past right beside Duge.

He felt fortunate for the protective barrier provided by Pan-Universe Entertainment.

Otherwise.

In his soul state, encountering such a situation, he would have likely been casually eliminated by those cultivators.

In the soul state, when encountering high-level cultivators or any high-level Demonic Beasts, there was almost no chance of fighting back.

You see, in the previous pirate world, even a parrot that could communicate with spirits could see examinees in their ghostly state—let alone higher-level Demonic Beasts.

This also explained why the body-snatching phase had an elimination rate as high as sixty percent…

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An Immortal Martial World, huh!

It seems impossible not to be cautious in the early stages.

Duge sighed inwardly as he surveyed his potential body-snatching targets.

Typically, in an Immortal Martial World, the initial target for body-snatching should at least be a low-level cultivator or someone from a wealthy family.

Otherwise.

If you were reborn as a commoner, looking for a sect to learn from would take a considerable amount of time.

In such a world, it’s practically impossible to pass the level without learning Immortal Techniques. Key skills for advancement rarely included anything to aid in travel. Facing warriors capable of sword flight, you wouldn’t even be able to reach them, let alone fight—how could you play?

The five minutes of protective time swiftly passed.

Duge’s Soul Body swiftly descended, flying toward the northwest.

During his aimless drift, he had spotted a dilapidated small sect known as “Seven Star Gate” with very few people inside. They all looked lackadaisical and not very powerful.

After all, when they descended the mountain, they used Qinggong, not a single one flew by sword.

Choosing a body-snatching target from such a sect should not be difficult. Even if the starting point was low, it was still a way into the Cultivation World.

Of course.

The main reason was that Seven Star Gate was the closest to him.

In the wilderness, after those two Sword Immortals flew past, Duge was filled with a deep sense of insecurity. Finding a target for body-snatching to save his life was the priority.

On his way, he didn’t see any famous large sects or densely populated large towns.

However, in the Immortal Martial World, the large sects and towns weren’t friendly to examinees either—you never knew what kind of monsters were lurking inside…

The first time on the battlefield, safety comes first.

Very quickly.

Duge felt the difference in his soul body.

Under the direct sunlight, his dissipation rate was at least halved compared to before.

And his speed was much faster.

When he flew over the river, it even felt pleasantly warm, as if the water vapor was nourishing his soul.

Duge tried diving into the water, and, sure enough, that uncomfortable sensation of being burnt by the sun disappeared instantly.

Sea God’s Power!

He really did bring the Sea God’s Power with him.

Moreover, the soul reinforcement Selma gave him must have strengthened more than just his spiritual power—it truly fortified his soul.

Jackpot!

Duge emerged from the river and continued towards the Seven Star Gate he had set his sights on, knowing that no matter how powerful the soul, having a body was always more reassuring without attack and defense capabilities.

The soul’s flight speed was extremely fast.

In no time at all.

Duge arrived on the outskirts of the Seven Star Gate, cautiously circling around the sect, watching for any magic artifacts targeting souls and always ready with a backup plan to possess a farmer down the mountain.

After all.

He had seen firsthand how the totem pole nearly shattered Bai Yanshou into pieces and knew it was best to be careful in everything.

But until he managed to sneak into the sect and made it to the interior, he encountered no attacks—the Bagua plaque mounted above the main hall’s doors was just for show; he even loitered underneath it and it had no reaction whatsoever.

Alright then!

This was just a decaying little sect, not a hiding place for any reclusive experts.

Duge let down his guard, circled the Seven Star Gate, and then noticed that the sect really did have only a few members; five or six handymen were whispering, discussing switching to another sect.

In the inner courtyard, two young men were packing up their belongings, clearly planning to flee.

In the central Seven Star Hall, a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old knelt in front of a spirit tablet, crying her eyes out, “Father, what should I do? Big brother practiced his cultivation and failed, becoming possessed. Second brother and fifth brother ran away, and third brother and seventh junior brother don’t want to stay at the sect either. Father, please tell me, what should I do? Your daughter really can’t hold on anymore…”

Uh!

Duge was stunned.

He peeked around the back and, sure enough, he saw a young man on the sickbed with a weak breath, his clothes in front stained with a pool of black blood, managing only to breathe out without taking any breaths in.

Was it really this bad?

However, at this point.

He couldn’t choose another place; the risk was too great.

Duge sighed, a decaying sect was still a sect, which was definitely better than possessing a farmer at the foot of the mountain.

But who to possess?

The sickly person on the bed was definitely out of the question; he couldn’t even speak, worse than the original Feng Qi, with no keywords to use, choosing him was just waiting for death.

The handymen outside were also not an option, 3200 spiritual power and starting as a handyman was too demeaning.

And the sect leader’s daughter was even less suitable; if one could choose to be a man, who would want to be a woman, especially if you run into malicious people when your cultivation level is low?

That left only two targets, the third brother and seventh junior brother who were planning to flee.

Without further hesitation, Duge quickly passed through the room and plunged into the body of the third brother.

Even though seven might be his lucky number, after all, Feng Qi as the first had helped him win first place, third brother’s cultivation level should be higher than that of seventh junior brother, right?

Choosing from among the least capable, of course, you’d choose the strongest one!

The third brother’s body shook, and his soul had quietly been replaced. The hands that were packing experienced a momentary delay.

“Third brother, what’s wrong with you?” Seventh junior brother, oblivious, saw the third brother stop and asked in confusion.

“Seventh junior brother, I’m thinking of looking at master’s spirit one last time. After all, our skills were taught by him.” Duge fell silent for a moment, then said to the seventh junior brother.

His expression was one of grief, yet his heart was joyful.

Because the moment he took possession, snippets of third brother’s memories, even of practicing his cultivation, appeared in his mind.

This had never happened before; it must be due to the soul reinforcement.

He was finally someone with memories.

Selma was amazing.

“Third brother, if you want to go, go ahead! I don’t want to see junior sister’s face of despair. I’ll wait for you outside the sect.” Seventh junior brother paused, quickly packed up, slung the bundle on his back, picked up the sword beside him, and headed outside ahead of Duge.

Duge paid him no heed, instead opening his personal panel to check his own stats:

Name: Duge;

ID: 48699527;

Spiritual Power: 3200;

Current Rank: 871/1305;

Session Keyword: Plunder;

Session Keyword: Nobility;

Advanced Skills: None;

Derivative Items: None;

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