The painstakingly built base vanished into thin air in an instant.
Perhaps life is always like this. Hard work doesn't necessarily pay off.
It's just like the book tests of some online novel authors.
Fortunately, this is a fantasy realm. One can get up after a fall.
Looking at the messy ground, the four of them felt both helpless and amused.
"Looks like we can't build our home here..."
Zhou Yue shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Well, we'll have to move sooner or later. The resources here, whether it's Parus or ores, are too primitive."
Zhong Yi took it quite calmly.
They were located on a platform with a wide view below the starting plateau. This was the first home - building spot for most novices.
Generally, players wouldn't have the idea of moving until they reached around level 20 and had a large demand for metal ores.
It was just that Zhong Yi and the others accidentally attracted the attack of the Forest Mammoth, which advanced this time point.
"Oh? Do you have a plan, Lao Zhong?"
Zhou Yue looked at Zhong Yi in surprise.
"Yes. The teleportation point below that tall tower has a more open terrain, and there's also a piece of metal ore there."
Zhong Yi nodded with a smile.
Among the four of them, Zhong Yi had explored the map the farthest. He basically headed straight for that tall tower.
"What's inside the tower? Have you gone in to take a look, Senior Brother Zhong?"
Zhou Qiaoling immediately became interested.
"When I got there, I was only level 9. You need to be level 10 to go in... It seems to be a challenge secret realm for great demons or leaders?"
Zhong Yi replied.
"At that time, I planned to quickly level up to 10 and go in to have a look... Later, I thought that the challenge secret realm carefully designed by Junior Brother Lu is a tall tower. Although it says level 10 on it, we'd better go in at level 15..."
This statement won the approval of the other three.
Who in the world doesn't know the difficulty of Lu Ze's fantasy realm?
Don't be fooled by the level 10 written on it. If you really dare to go in at level 10, you might die countless times.
Moreover, they didn't know the mechanism of the challenge secret realm. What if they died inside and lost their equipment, and couldn't retrieve it?
So although the four of them knew there was a high - difficulty challenge in the tower, they weren't in a hurry to conquer it.
After all, in the Paru world, there are too many novel elements and places worth exploring.
"Okay! Let's start moving now!"
Zhou Yue immediately agreed to Zhong Yi's proposal.
Although provoking the Forest Mammoth was a small - probability event, the plain below the starting plateau would refresh Forest Mammoths.
If one wandered into their home one day, their home would surely collapse again.
"Stop chattering, senior brothers... I'm already carrying a heavy load!!"
Mu Yawen's face was flushed with effort. With his backpack stuffed with wood and stones, he was moving slowly in the sect ruins with a red face.
...
For the cultivators who don't have adjustable settings like no item loss upon death and zero item weight, moving is undoubtedly a very painful thing.
Especially in the early stage of the game.
"Who among you fellow daoists can understand? This carrying capacity and endurance are ten thousand times more powerful than attack power!"
Zhong Yi looked at his three teammates behind him, who were blushing and moving slowly towards the starting plateau teleportation point with all their might. He helplessly interacted with the live - stream chat.
After leveling up a few times, Zhong Yi realized that he was just a Paru launcher, and he reminded everyone at that time to add some points to carrying capacity and endurance.
But obviously, the others didn't listen.
Zhou Yue, a fighter, definitely put all his points into attack.
Mu Yawen was so obsessed with body - forging that he surely put all his points into health.
As for Zhou Qiaoling...
Zhong Yi always felt that there was a unique attribute column like [Luck] on this guy's panel.
...
The four of them were exhausted, but finally moved all the resources to the side of the teleportation point.
The following work became much easier.
Zhong Yi carried the supplies and teleported to below the tall tower to establish a new stronghold first.
After the stronghold's teleportation point was activated, the others would then teleport over with the remaining supplies to meet up.
"Okay, the stronghold is built. Come here quickly!"
After Zhong Yi built the stronghold, Zhou Qiaoling and Mu Yawen's figures suddenly appeared.
"Strange, where's Lao Zhou?"
Zhong Yi murmured doubtfully but didn't think much of it. He just thought that Zhou Yue suddenly saw a Paru and wanted to go over and catch it.
"Forget it, let's start building the home first!"
The three of them started to build basic facilities such as a workbench and an equipment repair station.
After a few minutes, Zhong Yi suddenly felt like he was punched, and his spiritual consciousness was instantly pulled out.
"Why did you hit me!?"
Zhong Yi stared at Zhou Yue and roared.
"You...!"
Zhou Yue's eyes were even bigger and rounder than Zhong Yi's.
"You kicked me out of the sect when the Forest Mammoth attacked and didn't add me back... How can I teleport over!?"
...
...
At the new stronghold of the Lingxiao Sect.
The four of them stood beside the newly - built Paru terminal.
"Who will build the home, who will fight monsters, and who will explore... Come on! Let's make a bet!"
Zhou Yue took a deep breath and put his hands behind his back.
The way to decide who would build the home was still the same old way, by playing rock - paper - scissors.
For this kind of pure - luck game, Zhou Yue had absolutely no confidence and felt quite uneasy.
The four of them looked solemn. Obviously, none of them wanted to stay at home to do the construction.
There were so many lovely Parus outside. Who didn't want to go out and have fun catching new Parus?
Zhou Yue's gaze swept across the three of them one by one and finally stopped on Zhong Yi.
"What do you think the result will be, Lao Zhong?"
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Zhou Yue's mind, and he immediately started to lead the conversation.
...
Zhong Yi opened his mouth, suddenly realized something, and then quickly shut it. He didn't say a word.
"... Then let me put it another way. Do you think someone as unlucky as me can win?"
Zhou Yue sighed and pretended to be embarrassed.
"I think you're the son of fortune, Lao Zhou. You're definitely going to win this time!"
Zhong Yi quickly replied seriously.
"???"
...
As expected.
Zhou Yue was left to do the construction.
"Let's not play rock - paper - scissors next time... Take turns! Take turns!!"
Zhou Yue gritted his teeth in hatred.
"Hahaha, definitely next time! Definitely next time! Brother, I'm going to catch Parus~ Those fragrant and soft new Parus~"
Zhou Qiaoling waved at him smugly and disappeared in an instant.
"Don't worry, Lao Zhou. You'll also gain experience when we catch Parus!"
"Think on the bright side, Senior Brother Zhou. The Parus you've caught are either timid or lazy. We'll catch some good ones for you!"
Zhong Yi and Mu Yawen also set off on their respective journeys.
"Damn it! I also want to catch Parus!!"
Zhou Yue let out a wail.
His only goal at the moment was to quickly build the base and then go out to catch Parus.
But soon a new problem emerged.
When the Forest Mammoth stomped its foot just now, it not only collapsed the sect but also instantly killed all the working Parus inside.
Now that the Paru terminal had just restarted, these dying Parus needed 10 minutes to revive.
Zhou Yue didn't have many Parus on him that he could use for manual work.
He looked at the Mischief Cat, the top - notch four - stat Paru that was originally Zhou Qiaoling, with extreme disdain.
"You, come out and work!!"
...
...
Five minutes later.
Zhong Yi was reborn at the Paru Terminal.
"Damn it! I accidentally got killed by that Swift Falcon..."
Zhong Yi blushed and muttered to himself.
Looking up, he happened to see Zhou Yue scolding a Mischief Cat holding its belly.
"Lao Zhou, what are you doing? Scolding a Paru?"
Zhong Yi found it funny and quickly walked over.
"This little guy steals wild berries three times while I'm making a Paru Ball. Can I not scold it!?"
Zhou Yue said with a dark face and a bad temper.
The Mischief Cat hung its ears. When it saw Zhong Yi, it was like seeing a benefactor. It immediately stuck to him and hugged his calf tightly.
It clearly remembered that the man in front of it once said, "Never harm a Paru."
"Um, but you can't..."
Looking at the pitiful appearance of the Mischief Cat, Zhong Yi suddenly felt a twinge of pity in his heart.
"Lao Zhong, look at our current resource needs. We need to mine iron, smelt iron ingots, make Paru Balls, and chop wood. If it doesn't do it, are you going to do it?"
Zhou Yue pointed around the base and said with deep pain.
"Lao Zhou, we are people of the right path."
Zhong Yi said calmly and righteously.
Hearing this, the Mischief Cat beside his calf immediately straightened up and its eyes became a bit more smug.
"We should try our best not to harm Parus!"
"Meow? Meow? Meow?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
