Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 101 My mission is complete!

The players had no idea how hard Fang Xianyu tried to salvage the players' image in front of the natives. All they knew was that the rewards for this limited-time battlefield event were extremely high, making everyone so excited that their eyes were practically red with envy!

"Holy crap, killing a monster gives you 200 reputation points! Let's go, sisters!"

"The game planner finally acted generously for once!"

Amidst the cacophony of noise, Fang Xianyu guiltily looked away.

In the [Cold Pool Cave] dungeon, killing a Nine Nether Demon grants 50 prestige points, as set by Fang Xianyu. Meanwhile, the cheapest equipment in the sect prestige shop, a three-stat mana regeneration ring, costs over a thousand prestige points.

This means that players have to work hard to kill twenty or thirty Netherworld Demons to get a school uniform piece of equipment—and that's the cheapest kind. But the few points of energy that twenty or thirty Netherworld Demons give back to Fang Xianyu are enough for her to make ten or so sets of equipment.

Hmm... It's definitely not because she's stingy; after all, even the sect leader's family doesn't have any surplus food, right?

Fortunately, the sect uniform is only a purple-grade item with three stats. Players are more concerned with effects like mana regeneration and speed boost, which are of little use to true cultivators. The life-saving effects that are highly sought after by native cultivators are less useful to players than a pair of low-level speed boots.

What? Protect your lifeline? If you die, you die. Just wait to be resurrected. Why protect your lifeline? What's the difference between living without the ability to act and being locked up in a dark room?
As for treasures that supposedly protect the soul from all kinds of mental attacks and grant immunity to illusions, players see them as no different from scrap metal.

Of course, no matter how you look at it, the players might make money, but Fang Xianyu definitely won't lose money—that's an essential quality for a game planner.

"Trying to use puppets to resist my thousands of ghost armies? Hmph! What a pipe dream!"

Zhu Fukun recognized that the "cultivators" who kept rushing out to their deaths were all puppets, but he assumed that these puppets were controlled by Fang Xianyu, so he didn't take them seriously. No matter how many puppets there were, could they be more than the Heaven-rank spiritual artifact, the Immortal Extinction Banner, which he had raised for hundreds of years?
At first, the players were laughing and running around recklessly, trying their best to scratch a few small monsters, but then they were overwhelmed by the surging corpses and evil spirits.

But soon everyone discovered that this suicidal fighting method was ridiculously inefficient, so they banded together with their friends and family and experimented with various strategies.

Among these, the combat style of [Master] and his companions attracted the attention and admiration of many players.

He was dressed in purple and stood at the very front, with players in blue and green equipment standing on his left and right. Four or five of them were back to back as they slowly moved out from the edge of the protective formation.

The master held a shield in one hand and a spear in the other. The shield was a wooden board that had been found somewhere and was covered with various thunder talismans—corpses and evil spirits avoided such things like the plague, and even if they bumped into it, they would be burned and a large black mist would appear! The spear was three or four meters long, or rather, it was not a spear, but a wolf-tooth rake!

The wolf-tooth spear was clearly made hastily; it was a long bamboo pole with various messy branches and forks in the front half, and there were even faint flashes of lightning on those forks—the Master had actually had an NPC enchant it!
All the people saw was Master being like a meat grinder, constantly crushing the players behind him. With each swing and sweep of his wolf-tooth whip, which was imbued with lightning-attribute spiritual energy, swarms of evil spirits and corpses were burned and pushed away. Afterward, after being hit multiple times, the evil spirits turned into a cloud of black mist and dissipated.

Dealing with the Shadow Corpse is more troublesome. After the Shadow Corpse is knocked down, the players behind the Master quickly step forward and, taking advantage of the few seconds that the Master sweeps away the surrounding monsters, use their two-handed swords to cut it into eight pieces, ensuring that it has no chance of getting up again.

One player exclaimed, "Holy crap! The Macedonian phalanx!?" "What nonsense... utter rubbish!" Another player retorted, explaining, "That's called the Qi Jiguang Mandarin Duck Formation! The most awesome small-unit, multi-service joint combat formation in Chinese history! The enemy's casualty ratio was 1000 to 3, with 1000 enemy soldiers dying and only 3 of our soldiers dying! Nine battles, nine victories! No defeats!"

"Zun Du Jia Du!"

"Wow! Master Fu has this trick up his sleeve!?"

The quick-thinking players had already sprung into action: "What are you standing there for! Copy their homework!"

As a result, all the flowers, plants and trees within the mountain-protecting formation suffered. Since there was no bamboo, slender trees were used as substitutes. Amidst the occasional angry complaints of "Damn it! I accidentally broke it," many players quickly formed teams, imitating the formation of the Confucius team, and added some "innovations."

For example, in some teams, the player who cultivates the Thunder Technique is surrounded and protected by other players, and then they keep striking outwards with Heavenly Thunder. Just two or three Heavenly Thunders are enough to kill a demon or a corpse. Even if they can't kill a few small monsters because the temporarily modified "Wolf Brush" is not handy, the overall results are still quite surprising.

Another group of players, inspired by something unknown, suddenly had a crazy idea: regardless of their own injuries, they carried enchanted giant logs and rampaged around until everyone died and respawned at the respawn point. Surprisingly, this method actually managed to crush a few unlucky ghouls.

Inspired by this, the Jade Emperor grabbed Wu Ke, who was extremely confident in his fighting skills and planned to go into battle one-on-one, and suggested, "Brother, how about doing something big?"

"You said."

"I still have a lot of Watt's explosives in my bag, you know what I mean?" The Jade Emperor grinned mischievously and added, "When the time comes, you cover me to get to the outermost edge as much as possible, then I'll set it on fire and self-destruct. We'll play the suicide route!"

"hiss--"

Wu Ke gasped, then gave a thumbs up: "This guy's a monster! Let's do it!"

After a brief discussion, the two quickly joined the battle. Wu Ke, wearing a pair of gauntlets imbued with lightning-attribute spiritual energy, led the way, yelling and punching left and right, kicking and striking, and actually managed to send the Jade Emperor into a group of monsters.

Seeing a swarm of ugly, disgusting monsters rushing towards him, the Jade Emperor hurriedly pulled out several packets of modified gunpowder and ignition talismans, while dramatically shouting, "Damn it! I'll blow you all up! My mission is complete!! Hahahaha—"

Several loud bangs rang out one after another, as if the ground itself had been shaken. A plume of yellowish-white mist shot into the sky outside the protective mountain array, accompanied by a strong smell of sulfur.

As the fog dissipated, a huge crater appeared where the explosion had occurred. Everything around the crater had been reduced to scorched earth, and the once densely packed army of yin corpses and evil spirits had been cleared out!
Almost everyone's attention was drawn to the explosion, including Fang Xianyu's. But then, a voice suddenly rang in her ears that had already embarrassed her many times in front of the Guangcheng Sect elders, but this time it was even more exaggerated and shameful: "Sect Leader! I want an enchantment! I'm a loyal dog of the sect! Please, Sect Leader!"

(End of this chapter)