"Isn't it good to have more villagers? We'll also get more spirit stones!"
Zhang Shifei showed disdain for Guo Yunwen's constant muttering and had already started calculating in his mind how to spend this huge sum of money later.
For each villager rescued, they would receive 2,000 spirit stones and 500 pieces of mysterious iron.
There were 24 villagers in the village, which meant each of them could get a share of the spirit stones and 4,000 pieces of mysterious iron!
This was the cost of building a medium - sized Level 3 army!
"On the premise that we can escort them back safely," Li Yuluo reminded.
"As the legend about Lu Ze goes, he acts in a strange way. We'd better be careful!"
Guo Yunwen's doubts were dispelled by the other two. He stepped forward and prepared to guide the villagers to join the team.
Just then, he received a message.
[The Wuji Sword Sect has sent you an alliance request. Do you accept?]
Guo Yunwen was a shrewd person. He immediately glanced around.
Sure enough, Chen Feng's army had just arrived nearby.
Apparently, seeing the three of them rescuing the villagers, Chen Feng wanted to get a share of the spoils.
After a brief discussion with the other two, although they were unhappy, they still decided to form an alliance with Chen Feng.
There was no other way. The anti - air combat power of the Wuji Sword Sect was too important!
Each of the four took six villagers and headed back to their respective sects.
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Outside the arena.
At the elders' seats.
The elders had spent a lot of time playing "Immortal Realm Conquest" in the previous days. They were watching this match with great interest.
Although Lu Ze's operations were quite unconventional, it had to be said that they were really exciting.
"How did your Lingxiao Sect manage to cultivate such a talent? These strategies for capturing cities and territories are truly those of a genius!"
Lin Anzai grew fonder of Lu Ze the more he watched.
Whether it was the idea behind making the game or the way of operating it, both impressed him greatly.
"Humph, he's just learned a thing or two from me," Nangong Yuan said proudly, straightening his back.
"But why doesn't this kid come to snatch the village? I see that he has deployed troops in all directions... What, has his conscience finally awakened?"
Li Jiujian stroked his chin and said with a puzzled look on his face.
"Maybe he thinks it's not appropriate to be too harsh on his fellow Daoists. Hahaha!"
Zhao Wendao laughed with a bit of pride.
Hearing this,
Li Moran, standing behind Elder Liu Qingmei of the Wanjian Peak, unconsciously blinked her eyes.
Just now, Zhong Yi's camera focused on the scene where Lu Ze's Blood Curse Master fought against a loose cultivator. No one knew what operations Lu Ze had carried out at his base.
However, the observant Li Moran noticed that there were several scattered black dots that flashed across the map and disappeared near the village.
Having played a game against Lu Ze, Li Moran was well aware of how underhanded his methods could be.
She was the first victim of his tricks, such as blowing up spiritual mines and stealing servants.
Not being too harsh on his fellow Daoists?
A faint smile that even she didn't notice crossed Li Moran's lips.
She probably guessed what Lu Ze was up to...
"Something's wrong!"
Lin Anzai suddenly frowned.
The pointer of the Tianxuan Divination Plate in his hand was spinning rapidly, as if indicating some result.
"This divination... Why does it show that things are a mix of truth and falsehood, so confusing? There are signs of disaster in all directions!"
...
At the same time.
Zhong Yi was still giving a passionate commentary.
"The four true disciples are being very cautious while escorting the villagers, but Junior Brother Lu is right around them! They might run into each other at any time!"
"Almost there. The villagers are almost home!!"
"Junior Brother Lu has launched an attack! Tianxuanmen is the first to engage in battle!!"
"Junior Brother Lu is too greedy! He wants to take on four parties at once, but his forces are a bit insufficient..."
"The forces of the four true disciples' families have all been mobilized! They're going to fight Junior Brother Lu to the end!"
"Junior Brother Lu launched this attack too late. The villagers have already returned home!"
"This escort mission has allowed the four major sects to regain a lot of strength!!!"
...
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhong Yi was somewhat puzzled.
He was overlooking the scene from a god's-eye view.
Clearly, Lu Ze had a strong force. Why did he wait until the four major sects were almost home before making a move?
If it were him...
Even if it cost more troops, he would have killed those villagers.
Otherwise, the righteous path would have gained too much strength!
At this moment, the battle at the gates of the four major sects' bases was extremely fierce.
Inside the sects, except for the miscellaneous disciples, there was no one else.
The barbarian warriors had escorted the villagers all the way home.
"Finally back at the sect... How are you all doing?"
Guo Yunwen let out a long sigh of relief.
He had been suppressed the most by Lu Ze. Now, he could finally catch his breath.
"I'm back too! That guy blocked me at the door. I sent all my forces out, but then he ran away!"
Zhang Shifei gritted his teeth in hatred.
"Humph! With this wave of economic replenishment, I'll assemble a team of sword immortals right away and raze his base to the ground!"
Chen Feng snorted disdainfully, his heart filled with anger.
He watched as six villagers slowly made their way towards the sect's base, feeling quite at ease.
As long as the villagers entered the sect, he would receive rewards of spiritual stones and black iron.
Suddenly...
The villager at the end of the queue, as if possessed, turned around.
Without looking back, he rushed into the martial arts training hall!
"???"
Chen Feng's eyes almost popped out.
What the hell?
Why did this villager turn?
He hadn't even reacted to what was going on.
At this time, the number of spiritual stones in the upper right corner began to change:
【+2000】
【+2000】
【+2000】
【+2000】
【-9032】
"???"
Countless question marks appeared in Chen Feng's eyes again.
He had worked so hard on this escort mission, only to end up losing more than 1000 spiritual stones?
He suddenly felt like vomiting blood.
Meanwhile, the other three true disciples let out shrill screams.
"Why did these villagers enter my martial arts training hall and the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion!?"
"Mine also went into the martial arts training hall!!"
"What's going on? One villager went into the martial arts training hall, and one went into the Artifact Refining Pavilion..."
"Damn it... I get it! They're undercover agents!!!"
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...
This operation left everyone outside the arena stunned.
Zhong Yi's jaw dropped, and the commentator was almost incoherent.
"It's the Skin-Changer! It's the Skin-Changer of the demonic path!!"
"My god! Who would have thought of using undercover agents to disguise as villagers?"
"No wonder Junior Brother Lu waited until they were almost home before attacking. It was to lure the Heavenly Dogs out of their homes!"
"Junior Brother Lu... No, the Demon Lu is really too vicious! The righteous path has been completely played around like fools!!"
"All of the four major sects' special troops have been stolen by Lu Ze..."
"They're routed! The four major sects have lost this round completely!!"
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In the elders' seats...
A group of elders stared at Lu Ze's operation with their mouths wide open in an "O" shape.
This operation...
Well, once you thought of it, it wasn't difficult. Any normal person could do it.
But the person who could come up with such a sinister plan must not be a normal person...
Who on earth would send a spy to impersonate a villager in the mortal world?
This is so despicable and shameless!
"Elder Nangong, just now you said... he learned a few moves from you?"
"Nonsense! What disciple? I, Nangong Yuan, have been single all my life. Where would I get a disciple!?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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."
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.
