The Lord God Descends into League of Legends - Chapter 18

(Acknowledgments: thanks to Ziyou Huànxīn (Xinlian) for the 1100 Qidian coins, “Raging Potato Chips” for 200 Qidian coins, “My Baby Is Cute,” Liu Xiao Dong, Yu Lei 1998, and Guodong History for 100 Qidian coins.)

Inside the hall, ever since Mo Chen had departed, the young lords had left one after another. As for the remaining servants of the Luan clan of Jin, the spectacle just now had already scared them half to death.

Many exchanged glances, then silently gathered up the Luan clan caravan’s wealth and slipped away into the crowd. In their minds, since the Luans had offended a god, nothing but disaster awaited them. Only a fool would return to the Luans now.

In the span of just a few moments, only Ji Yi still remained kneeling on the floor. The two beauties at his side looked ashen-faced, serving him while nervously glancing around, as though fearing vengeful spirits might rise at any moment.

The two noble ladies, meanwhile, had long since collapsed limply to the ground. The sisters clung tightly to one another, burying their heads against each other’s shoulders, faint sobbing audible between them.

“Go and fetch back this young master’s sword,” Ji Yi said after a long silence, his eyes opening to reveal twin flashes of sharp sword-light. His expression remained calm as he glanced at the beauty massaging his legs, his voice even.

At his words, the beauty’s body trembled violently, but she still rose respectfully and made her way toward the nearby platform.

She ascended, gazing at the discarded Inverse Scale sword, and could not help but cover her mouth with her hand, crying out: “Ah! Young master’s sword has broken!”

Hearing her, Ji Yi’s face tightened. That sword was his most cherished treasure. He did not hesitate—pressing on the low table with his hand, he vaulted up onto the platform, following her gaze toward his beloved blade.

The sword lay abandoned in the center, the wooden floorboards around it charred black. The Inverse Scale rested there, covered in a web of cracks, shattered into countless fragments.

Yet when Ji Yi gazed upon the broken sword, his eyes held not sorrow but rather a weighty excitement. He could feel it—the surging life-force, the biting sword-qi.

It had been reborn.

His heart stirred, and he stepped forward. When he was within three feet, the shattered sword suddenly flared with a soft azure glow. The fragments trembled, humming with joy, and then the sword leapt of its own accord into Ji Yi’s hand.

Ji Yi froze, staring down at the broken blade in his grip, his eyes wild with delight.

The divine sword had gained spirit.

He lifted the reborn Inverse Scale before his eyes, studying it closely. The body was broken, yet the fragments were bound together by the glow of that azure light. Tiny shard-like pieces hovered, orbiting around the blade.

Caressing the ruined sword, Ji Yi’s face showed rapturous obsession.

After a long breath, he exhaled, voice trembling with excitement: “This time, it seems I owe you a great debt.”

For such a divine weapon could never be wrought by mere mortal hands.

Within the temple.

Mo Chen and Yue Linglong sat facing each other across a low table, with Yue Liuli standing quietly behind her sister, silent.

“I wonder, sir, from where you hail,” Yue Linglong asked, her voice like silver bells, her eyes fixed upon Mo Chen’s face.

“I come from beyond the heavens,” Mo Chen said evenly. “There are warriors there who can cleave seas in a single stroke, sorcerers who can shift stars in the firmament. Compared with that, this world is far too lacking. I have wandered through many realms, but what I have seen and known is but the fur on the hide of the vast multiverse.”

“What I seek is only the Great Dao of immortality—one day to live without death, shining together with sun and moon.” His gaze met her violet eyes as he spoke with utter calm, spinning grandiose words.

Since she already knew he was from beyond the world, there was little point in concealing anything. At worst, he would slink back to Valoran and wait for the story of Qin’s Moon to begin before reentering this realm.

“To think the worlds are so wondrous… the boundless space-time of myriad heavens. I once believed the ancients’ tales of grasping stars and seizing moons mere fantasy, but now I see it was only my own limited vision.” Yue Linglong’s long jade-like fingers poured two cups of fragrant tea. Her violet eyes gazed into the void, her face dazed with wonder.

Yue Liuli was already dumbstruck, wide eyes staring blankly at Mo Chen as though he were an alien—which, to her, he truly was.

“If the outer heavens are so marvelous, why have you come to this world?” Yue Linglong arched her brows, doubt on her face.

Though she could sense when he lied, she had no ability to read thoughts, and so could not discern his true purpose.

“I hold three thousand methods of cultivation, countless martial arts. I came here only to teach and spread the Way. All beings across the heavens deserve a chance at the Dao of immortality. With my meager strength, I would sow its seeds—so that one day, the path to eternal life might be scattered across every corner of existence.”

Mo Chen sat tall, his expression resolute, eyes fervent, voice lofty. His bearing made Yue Liuli gaze at him with admiration, stars sparkling in her eyes.

“You seek to borrow the wisdom of all living beings to unravel the mystery of immortality, do you not?” Yue Linglong smiled faintly, rolling her eyes at him.

His words might deceive naive girls, but to her they were no different than the pretty lies of gilded nobles. No matter how he cloaked them, the selfishness beneath could not be hidden.

In her view, his so-called immortality method must be incomplete, so he hoped to spread it widely and refine it through the power of all.

Mo Chen silently wiped imaginary sweat. Such sharp women were troublesome. Luckily, he had muddied the waters—she would never guess that his true aim was to reap the power of this world.

Aloud, he kept his earnest mask: “Miss speaks wrongly. The Dao has myriad paths, each a possible road to immortality. Though I may harbor selfish desires, it is also for the sake of the common people.”

“Pfft. Your face is thicker than any I’ve ever seen,” Yue Linglong teased, smiling knowingly.

“Big brother, you’re amazing,” Yue Liuli whispered, her cheeks flushed, fingers tugging at her clothes as she looked at him with worshipful eyes.

That voice made Mo Chen feel thoroughly comfortable. He gave her a pleased look. At least the younger sister had good sense—someone as great as him could hardly be the selfish villain Yue Linglong painted him to be.

Yue Linglong sipped her tea, smiling faintly, ignoring her sister’s words. For she knew this man from beyond would soon discover her sister’s true nature.

Liuli lowered her head shyly, hands twisting before her chest, her voice soft and expectant: “Big brother, since you’re so great, could you show Liuli a little of the immortal arts?”

Mo Chen’s smile froze. Staring at her bashful face, he thought bitterly—of course. With such a sister, how could the other be truly innocent?

I really was too young.

“Of course… but such things can’t be produced in a moment. If you’re interested, we can exchange slowly in the days to come,” he said with unwavering smile, though inwardly exasperated.

After all, those methods would eventually be spread in this world—he didn’t mind if the sisters saw them first. Still, he would never reveal them too easily. Anything too easily gained would never be valued.

“You are most generous, sir. Might I ask if you have a place to stay? If not, you are welcome to lodge here for a time. I have some understanding of the ancient Witch Path—we might share our knowledge,” Yue Linglong offered warmly, surprised by his decisiveness.

She herself was curious about his so-called cultivation methods. The Witch Path was profound, but with heaven and earth transformed, this age no longer belonged to it.

“In that case, I’ll impose. I am indeed weary today—let us leave the mysteries of immortality for another time.” Mo Chen accepted without hesitation, for he too was intrigued by her Witch Path.

He rose, bidding them farewell.

For Mo Chen still remembered—he had yet to claim the reward for rescuing the Snow Maiden. He had long awaited the chance to use the Lord God’s repair-exchange function.