"Stop nagging, Old Zhong, I didn't do it on purpose... Wasn't I just trying to repay a drop of water with a bursting spring?"
Zhou Yue blushed, and Mu Yawen was also scolded by Zhong Yi so much that she couldn't even lift her head.
He had taken Mu Yawen to brave the Covert Ascension game, but ended up squandering all of her assets within two days, and even got her completely addicted to it.
They even sold their storage boxes, clamoring about some "last dance."
"Who repays a favor like that? You're biting the hand that feeds you!!!"
Zhong Yi glared at the two of them.
Getting addicted to Covert Ascension was not a good thing, especially when it came to the aggressive playstyles.
Unless you were a rat player like Zhou Qiaoling, who entered with minimal gear for hatchet runs and evacuated as soon as her Samsara Seal was full, Zhong Yi had never seen anyone who dabbled in the aggressive playstyle not go bankrupt.
As the saying goes, there is always a higher mountain.
Zhou Yue was certainly formidable, but he wasn't the only expert in this world.
If three experts jump-peeked him together, how could even Zhou Yue handle it?
Successfully extracting once certainly earned a lot, but if an aggressive player died just once, the value of the dropped equipment started at two million.
Even if they did extract, the wear and tear on spirit bullets, pills, and the like would still cost nearly a million.
Therefore, playing aggressively didn't make money; it only ruined families.
Unless it was three Zhou Yues playing together.
"Old Zhong, how do you have the nerve to say that? If the two of us can't extract, you have to take the lion's share of the blame!!"
Zhou Yue suddenly looked at Zhong Yi with extreme resentment.
"What does it have to do with me? I haven't entered the illusion realm for five days!"
Zhong Yi expressed his confusion.
"It's all because of that bridge-camping strategy you invented! You have no idea what the environment in Covert Ascension is like right now. There are bridge-camping dogs in every match, making it impossible to extract..."
Zhou Yue didn't even realize that he had habitually started calling bridge-camping players bridge dogs, even though he himself was among the first batch of bridge campers.
"Ah? Is... is it really that bad..."
Zhong Yi blinked.
It seemed... it really was.
He invented this strategy himself, so of course he knew how cancerous it was.
Once the conditions for bridge camping were met, even if it didn't make one invincible, it at least guaranteed a seventy or eighty percent win rate.
"Senior Brother Zhong, do you want to check your forum messages?"
Hearing this, Mu Yawen suddenly remembered something and looked at Zhong Yi with a worried expression.
"Forum messages?"
Zhong Yi was even more puzzled and quickly shifted his focus to check.
In the waiting interface of the illusion realm, one could freely access the forums.
Zhong Yi soon saw the notification icon that had long since hit 99+.
[Worshipping the genius cultivator! You are simply my second parents!]
[A teacher for a day, a father for a lifetime! Thank you for the grace of remaking me!]
[From now on, the original poster is my mom and dad!]
[Say no more, please accept a bow from your child!]
[Daddy!!!]
...
Zhong Yi casually clicked open a few and immediately felt warm inside, even a little proud.
"There's no problem here? Everyone is very grateful to me, though treating me like their parents... isn't that a bit too much?"
Although Zhong Yi said this, the corners of his mouth were curling up to the sky.
"Uh... Old Zhong, why don't you go look at the other posts in the forum?"
Zhou Yue tried hard to hold back his laughter.
Hearing this, Zhong Yi entered the Operation Xianyuan section.
[I announce, all bridge dogs can go die in a hole!]
[Do you not have parents anymore? All you can do is sit on the bridge!!]
[Who the hell invented bridge camping? Do they have enough parents to die for this??]
[Stop cursing them, the bridge dog's family tree might just be a stump...]
[Brothers, listen to my advice! Let's stop fighting each other. Let's use secret signals and rush the bridge dogs together!!]
[Let's rush the bridge dogs' parents together!!]
...
"???"
Zhong Yi vaguely began to understand something.
"Hahahaha!!"
Zhou Yue, who was beside him, could no longer hold it in and burst out laughing:
"Old Zhong, your disciples know they don't have enough family members to get cursed at, so they're going around borrowing parents... Hahahaha!!!"
...
...
Operation Xianyuan was gradually getting on track, and its popularity was booming.
Everything was developing in a direction familiar to Lu Ze.
In particular, the rats and the bridge dogs had become extremely well-known outside the game, drawing more and more players to the illusion realm to play.
Its impact on reality was also not small.
The master artifact refiners of the cultivation world were drawn to the design of guns, which were highly suitable for low-level cultivators with weak cultivation bases.
It was said that the first batch of spirit gun dharma treasures was being rushed into production...
At the same time, due to the influence of bridge camping and backstabbing, coupled with the recent incident of demonic cultivators ambushing the teleportation array, the righteous cultivators had become increasingly paranoid and cunning, successfully catching quite a few undercover demonic cultivators...
...
"Strange, are the demonic cultivators really slowly recovering their vitality?"
Lu Ze muttered to himself curiously, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.
His broken Demonic Path System would constantly claim that the demonic forces were getting restless and ask for his help.
He originally thought this system was just a malfunctioning, crazy system, but now it seemed that many of its claims were coming true?
For example, the last time the system asked him to summon evil spirits, Xianyuan Continent actually suffered a ghost plague...
Lu Ze couldn't help but feel a bit doubtful.
Could it be that the demonic path was actually going to rise again?
"No... It's best if demonic matters only exist within the illusion realm."
Lu Ze shook his head, firming his resolve.
He would use the illusion realm to complete the demonic path missions, while helping the righteous path crush the various plans of the demonic path in reality.
After all, he felt that his current life in the Lingxiao Sect was pretty good.
If that bunch of insane demonic cultivators really stirred up a storm of blood and gore, it would be a huge hassle.
"Forget it, forget it. I'll go buy some food first..."
Lu Ze stretched his waist and walked out of the Spirit Jade Pavilion.
As a proper Nascent Soul cultivator, he didn't actually need to eat.
But not needing to eat didn't mean he couldn't eat; he quite enjoyed good food.
Therefore, every once in a while, he would go to the Spirit Moon Pavilion on Glass Fire Peak to stock up.
"Senior Brother Lu!!!"
Not long after he walked out of the Spirit Jade Pavilion, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.
Lu Ze turned around and saw a young man wearing the uniform of an inner sect disciple, staring at him with a face full of excitement.
He quickly searched his memory and soon recognized the person's identity.
"Zhang Ming?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
