The Lord God Descends into League of Legends - Chapter 9

Mo Chen’s face carried a faint smile as he gazed down at the crowd trembling in silence, a trace of curiosity rising in his heart. To frighten so many people like this—this witch Yue Linglong seemed far from ordinary.

“This is rather interesting. Why don’t you tell me, elder, what makes this Yue Linglong so remarkable?” Mo Chen finally turned his gaze toward Ji Han, speaking softly.

At his words, the already-silent crowd below shuddered even more violently, their fear palpable.

“If the guest wishes to hear a story, then there’s no harm in telling one. But this old man is parched. Might I be granted a cup of wine?” Ji Han smiled faintly. Toward the name Yue Linglong, which inspired such terror in the others, he showed no fear at all, raising his head to look at Mo Chen with a smile.

“Very well.” Mo Chen picked up a palm-sized clay cup and filled it with fine wine.

Then, glancing at the old man, he casually tossed the full cup down from above. The cup sliced through the air without a sound, as though supported by an invisible hand, landing stably on the table before Ji Han. From beginning to end, not a single drop of wine spilled.

This display left the entire crowd stunned.

“Never did I expect that this old man would encounter such a master. The precision of this force—truly awe-inspiring.” Ji Han’s expression grew grave as he studied Mo Chen, finally letting out a soft sigh.

Mo Chen stood three zhang away, tossing it down from midair. Even if Ji Han himself had attempted it, at best he could have kept the cup intact. But to keep the wine within perfectly still, without a ripple—such a feat was utterly beyond him.

In fact, in all his knowledge, there was no one across the realms who could achieve such refined control of force. Not even the leader of his own clan could compare.

“Just a trifling trick, not worth your praise. Elder, hurry and tell me about Yue Linglong—I grow all the more curious.” Mo Chen smiled lightly as he spoke.

“Since the guest wishes to know, I will hold nothing back.” Ji Han drained the cup in one go, his expression now touched with respect.

“If one speaks of Yue Linglong, one must begin with the great witches of ancient times. In ages past, the witches comprehended the heavens and knew the earth. They could command the vast might of nature itself and grasp dominion over the world. But as the ages passed, their power waned, and they gradually withdrew from the stage of worldly rule.

“Today, the witch’s path has nearly vanished. Rarely does a witch appear before mortals. Yet Yue Linglong is a witch of Chu. It is said that she possesses a pair of eyes that can peer into the future—eyes that can manipulate the hearts of men!” Ji Han’s expression grew heavy, his words laced with an ineffable aura.

“Yue Linglong…” Mo Chen’s gaze drifted into the void, his index finger tapping lightly against the table, producing a crisp rhythm. Regarding that woman whose eyes had locked with his across an immeasurable distance, he now harbored several suspicions.

Since the fusion of this world with The Legend of Qin, matters had grown more and more intriguing. Could it be that even those so-called deities might eventually appear? Mo Chen recalled a Legend of Qin film about Loulan, and a strange feeling stirred in his heart.

Could the demonic god of Chiyou’s soldiers—or even the Celestial Maiden of the Nine Heavens—emerge here as well?

“There is no need for the Executor to worry. Unless this world evolves into one of Immortal Dao, those beings remain but legends.” The Lord God’s voice resounded within his mind.

“Oh? Then that means if this world grows strong enough, those legends will become reality and appear here?” Mo Chen toyed with the wine cup in his hand, his heart musing.

“Precisely.” The Lord God’s tone remained calm.

Hearing this, Mo Chen fell silent. He recalled those eyes he had seen earlier, and his interest in Yue Linglong deepened. Eyes that could foresee the future and bend the will of men…

For some reason, he thought of the Yin-Yang School from The Legend of Qin—an ancient lineage said to derive from the witchcraft of antiquity. Could Yue Linglong be connected to the Yin-Yang School?

That night, the heavens glittered with countless stars. The moon, thin as a willow’s brow, was nestled among them.

In an ordinary house in Tongcheng, the dim room was lit faintly by a bean-sized flame. Ji Han hunched over a desk, his face solemn as he etched upon a roll of sheepskin.

“The tenth year of King Kang, seventh month: A stranger appeared in Tongcheng. His origins unfathomable, his strength among the foremost in this age.”

“Elder, have you not heard? Curiosity can kill the cat.”

As Ji Han wrote, a figure suddenly appeared before him, speaking with a playful lilt.

Ji Han’s body jolted. He raised his head to the figure before him, his face pale as paper, sweat streaming down like rain. The doors and windows were tightly shut—when had this man entered, and how had he come to stand beside him?

“Elder, your calligraphy is rather poor.” Mo Chen glanced at the Chu characters carved upon the sheepskin, shaking his head with a sigh of mock regret.

“With means as profound as yours, sir, why toy with this old man? If you have business, speak plainly, and I will hold nothing back.” Hearing Mo Chen’s ridicule, Ji Han calmed somewhat. Rising, he bowed respectfully, his voice bitter.

For all his reputation among the states, Ji Han now found himself ensnared in a remote Chu border town.

“Your origins.” Mo Chen stood opposite him, surveying the room as he spoke coolly.

“I am Ji Han of the Ji clan. Once I served as Keeper of Records for the Zhou royal court. Now, I am but a hermit, collecting the tales of strange men and wonders across the world and recording them in scrolls.” Ji Han did not conceal the truth, speaking with a bitter smile.

“Ji… of the Hundred Schools of Thought?” Mo Chen’s eyes lit faintly.

Though he did not know the precise doctrines of Ji, any school ranked among the foremost Hundred Schools and remembered by later generations could hardly be ordinary.

At Mo Chen’s words, Ji Han’s face showed puzzlement. Hundred Schools of Thought? What was that? Though confused, he wisely refrained from asking. He was but fish upon the chopping block now, and one careless word could mean his end.

“How strong is your Ji clan? If you are capable, perhaps we could strike a deal. If you are too weak—consider me never here.” Mo Chen sat cross-legged behind the low desk, his half-smiling gaze fixed on Ji Han’s frozen face.

Ji Han’s expression stiffened, unable to grasp this man’s true intentions. After a pause, he spoke slowly: “We Ji are but storytellers, devoted to gathering tales of strange men and wonders and spreading them across the land.”

“Marvelous. A network spanning all nations—truly marvelous.” Mo Chen’s face lit with joy.

Though Ji Han’s words were vague, Mo Chen instantly discerned their value. To gather tales of strange people and events—was this not to gather intelligence? Such an organization was the perfect channel for spreading the martial and cultivation methods he intended to sow.

The only question was which teachings to spread, and how.

Ji Han’s eyes narrowed, wary. For this man to glean so much from a few words—it was terrifying.

“The Ji clan’s strength is worthy of such a pact. I will await you in Yingdu, capital of Chu.” As Mo Chen’s words fell, his figure vanished from the room.

When Ji Han recovered, there was no trace of him. The doors and windows were unchanged, yet the man had simply disappeared. Ji Han’s gaze fell upon the low desk, where a white object a foot long now lay. His face twisted in shock.

If Mo Chen’s arrival could be excused as his own inattentiveness while writing, then how had the man vanished while Ji Han watched him closely? Such a body technique was beyond astonishing—it was as though a ghost or god had departed.

If such a man were an assassin, who in the world could stop him?

Shaken to the core, Ji Han finally lowered his eyes to the object Mo Chen had left. It was a sheet, a foot long, pure white as snow, densely inscribed in Chu script: The Art of Papermaking!

Perplexed, he picked it up, studying it closely. The material, named “paper,” was as light as silk. As he read the detailed instructions, his eyes bulged, his face twitching with disbelief.

“Alas, the man who left this Art of Papermaking erased the crucial steps…” Ji Han’s hands trembled as he held the sheet, his face heavy with regret.

Worldly and well-traveled, he needed only a glance to grasp its potential. If this substance could truly be produced cheaply in large quantities as described, bamboo slips, animal hides, and silk would surely all be replaced.

Such an invention was priceless—worth ten thousand gold at the very least. No, even a hundred thousand gold could not buy such a treasure.

Leaving Ji Han stunned, Mo Chen soared into the skies above Tongcheng.

“Lord God, why do I feel as though my connection with this world has deepened? Even my true essence flows faster than before.” Rising high into the heavens, Mo Chen felt as though a veil had been lifted from his heart, the world before him suddenly more clear and pure.

“The Art of Papermaking bears immense significance to this world. By bringing it forth early, you have aided in the world’s evolution. Thus, you are favored by heaven and earth. This is called merit. To benefit the world is to be sheltered by it.” The Lord God explained in a calm voice.

“So that’s how it is. Then if I release printing techniques and other technologies as well, what sort of scene would unfold?” Mo Chen thought of the compendium of beginner transmigrator skills he carried, strange light flashing in his eyes.

If he scattered all these technologies, his cultivation speed might increase severalfold. In that case, within eighty years, he could reach far higher realms. Even if not a Fourth Stage Golden Core, a Third Stage Five Qi Toward the Origin would be good.

And if he spread the seeds of martial arts and Qi Refinement throughout the world—what a marvelous sight that would be. By such means, perhaps he might indeed break through to the Golden Core realm.