“An opportunity?”
Lu Ze raised an eyebrow slightly.
In the cultivation world, where cultivation level reigned supreme, the reason the fantasy realms that advocated entertainment had managed to attain their current status came down to two things.
First, the nourishment provided by the Heavenly Dao’s spiritual energy within the realms.
Second, the opportunities the remnants of the Heavenly Dao had hidden away in certain secret corners.
Ever since Zhao Wendao and Li Moran had each gained insights into cultivation techniques in My World, countless cultivators had flocked into the fantasy realms to compete for even the slightest opportunity.
Opportunities were hard to come by, but they had always existed.
There were even idle users on the forums who kept records of those who had found opportunities in the fantasy realms, drawing waves of envy from everyone else.
And now, the remnant of the Heavenly Dao was actually taking the initiative to say it would leave behind a few more opportunities?
Lu Ze blinked.
He suddenly recalled that extraordinarily powerful Frostallion in Zhong Yi’s Palworld—so abnormal that its attributes seemed almost unnatural.
“I originally thought it was just Senior Brother Zhou’s terrible luck acting up again…”
“I never expected it to be an opportunity you left behind?”
At that thought, Lu Ze immediately burst out laughing.
“The bond between you and Senior Brother Zhou really is wonderfully mysterious.”
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Zhong Yi’s Palworld.
To upgrade a three-star Pal to four stars required a full twenty-four Pals.
Of course, that was already the value after the official release had adjusted the requirements.
Originally, Lu Ze had even planned to use the earliest version’s requirement of 128 Pals to raise one from zero stars all the way to four, thoroughly squeezing these cultivators dry.
But considering that the overall difficulty had increased substantially and that hatching eggs took time, Lu Ze decided to show the cultivators some mercy and use the official-release values instead.
Frostallion was an Ice-type legendary beast. Since Fire countered Ice, Zhong Yi once again chose the Fire-type Pal Blazamut as their main combat Pal.
Working around the clock to hatch eggs, Zhong Yi spent an entire day in the real world producing four four-star Blazamuts.
One for each person.
With their Blazamuts in tow and their ammunition fully stocked, the four of them set out with solemn expressions.
With a flash, Zhong Yi, Zhou Yue, and Zhou Qiaoling appeared at the teleportation point in the northern part of the ice plains.
A few hundred meters farther ahead lay Frostallion’s territory.
“Where’s Junior Brother Mu?”
Zhong Yi asked curiously.
“He seemed to have forgotten something and went back to base. He’ll be here soon… By the way, Old Zhong, what exactly is your strategy? You’ve been acting all mysterious about it.”
Zhou Yue looked at Zhong Yi with undisguised curiosity.
In theory, four four-star Blazamuts should already have been enough to grind Frostallion into the ground.
But the Frostallion in their world was no ordinary creature. Zhou Yue had no idea whether they could actually defeat it.
“Relax. With me here, taking down a little Frostallion will be a piece of cake!”
Zhong Yi confidently slapped his chest.
“Senior Brother Zhong, whenever you say something like that… I somehow get even more frightened…”
Although she was wearing cold-resistant reinforced-steel armor, Zhou Qiaoling still couldn’t help shivering.
“What kind of thing is that supposed to mean?”
Zhong Yi immediately protested.
By now, they had reached the edge of Frostallion’s territory. A few more steps forward would bring them within sight of the Ice-type legendary beast that could only be described as beautiful.
This special Frostallion possessed an extremely strong instinct for aggression. If they went any farther, it would attack them.
“Let’s stop here.”
Zhong Yi halted and began hammering away at the spot, constructing a Pal terminal.
“What are you doing, Old Zhong? Are you building a base so Junior Brother Mu can teleport over?”
Zhou Yue was immediately intrigued.
“Not quite… not quite.”
Zhong Yi proudly crossed his arms over his chest. With a smug grin, he asked Zhou Yue:
“Do you remember that otherworldly demon we summoned by using the stone tablets?”
“How could I forget? Who could ever forget a scene like that?”
Zhou Yue answered.
The Stone Tablet Boss had been a super boss summoned by piecing together stone tablet fragments obtained through expeditions and secret realms. It had also been the culprit behind the fourth destruction of the Lingxiao Sect.
On the surface, its level had seemed ordinary, but in reality, anyone who was not twenty or thirty levels higher had stood no chance against it.
Every time they summoned it, they had relied on overwhelming numbers to survive.
Because the boss had been summoned at a base—and a base could house dozens of Pals used for labor—their combat power had multiplied by an unknown number.
“Wait… You mean we lure Frostallion to the base and use the same sea-of-Pals tactic we used against the Stone Tablet Boss!?”
Zhou Yue suddenly understood Zhong Yi’s intentions.
“That’s right! If only Lao Zhou’s luck were half as useful as his brain!”
Zhong Yi nodded cheerfully and immediately began operating the Pal terminal.
“So, after hearing my battle plan, do you feel that a mere Frostallion is… Huh!?”
The moment he looked at the Pal terminal’s interface, Zhong Yi’s breathing suddenly stopped.
Where are my Pals?
Where did all my carefully raised Pals go?
Why are they all marked unavailable!?
At that moment, a figure was teleported down through the Pal terminal.
“Wow! Senior Brother Zhong actually summoned Senior Brother Mu from the terminal…”
Zhou Qiaoling teased him with a laugh.
“I’m here, I’m here! Senior Brother Zhong, you’re so thoughtful, building a terminal especially so I could teleport over. Hehe!”
Mu Yawen waved at everyone with a goofy grin.
“You… What were you doing just now?”
Zhong Yi took a deep breath and asked gravely.
“Me? I forgot to bring the Pal Spheres, so I went back to get them. And guess what I found? Our Pal Expedition Station hadn’t sent anyone out on an expedition!”
Mu Yawen looked at Zhong Yi proudly, baring his big teeth as he took credit for his accomplishment.
“So I sent all our Pals out on expeditions! Senior Brother Zhong, you always said expeditions provide important resources, so we must never leave them idle!”
“I… thank you.”
Zhong Yi instantly looked as though he were about to cry.
The Pal Expeditions used the strongest combatants available in the terminal.
He had deliberately waited until the Pals had returned from their expeditions before launching the Frostallion subjugation plan.
But now, Mu Yawen had sent all the Pals away on expeditions. The only Pals left behind were old, weak, sick, or injured.
“Looks like the sea-of-Pals tactic is off the table. We’ll just have to fight it head-on…”
Zhong Yi helplessly spread his hands.
“For some reason, I’m not surprised in the slightest.”
Zhou Yue immediately broke into laughter.
Thank goodness. He had almost started reconsidering Zhong Yi’s reputation for being a jinx.
Just then—
“Boom—!!”
A sharp icicle pierced the enormous pillar of ice behind the four of them, causing the earth to tremble and the mountains to shake.
A bone-chilling wind swept over them.
Even with their cold-resistant reinforced-steel armor, the four of them inevitably entered a Frozen state.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
The sound of sword strikes shattering ice mixed with the clear cries of a beast, carried into their ears on waves of freezing air.
“What’s going on? Is Frostallion fighting someone?”
Zhong Yi was startled. He hurriedly leaned out from behind the ice pillar.
Across the boundless blue ice plains,
a white-robed cultivator wielding a purple lightsaber was facing Frostallion’s attacks with nothing but her physical body.
“Senior Sister Li!?”
Zhou Qiaoling watched the scene with surprise and delight.
For a moment, the four of them could no longer tell.
Were the countless icicles and waves of freezing air surrounding them the Frostallion’s techniques—or hers?
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