Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 108 There's a mole, stop meowing.
"If one day I ruin my reputation here, all of you in the group will be responsible! Do you understand?"

Wang Ergou deliberately spoke with a thick Northeastern accent, saying angrily, before immediately giving in and shouting, "Those with fast hands and confidence, go and strip the BOSS's armor! Everyone else, keep focusing on the BOSS! Those who can't reach it, don't slack off! Help clear out the surrounding mobs! Be careful not to hit your teammates!"

The idea is great, but it's a bit difficult to put into practice.

First, the BOSS, which has shrunk considerably due to being attacked by players, can no longer be attacked by players simultaneously—this isn't a computer-controlled game where players can clip through each other; in *Ten Continents Chronicles*, it's packed with people! This means that in the limited space, players can only line up and get killed one by one—getting close to one gets you killed, and in front of you, basically no one survives for more than ten seconds; it's just feeding kills!

Secondly, in crowded queues, players' skills can easily cause friendly fire. This game doesn't have any teammate immunity mechanism, and many players have already died and been respawned due to friendly fire. It's only thanks to the fact that damage between teammates isn't considered malicious, otherwise the entire raid would be forced to become a red-named player!

However, this is precisely the tactic of Wang Ergou's plan.

The players aren't afraid of dying, and they only need to revive to recover in a minute or two. As long as they slow down the BOSS and make him busy dealing with the players' various and tricky attacks, they can slowly whittle him down until he dies.

After all, compared to powerful cultivators at the Nascent Soul or Divine Transformation stages, the Ghost General's aura, while terrifying, was utterly rigid. It couldn't think, nor could it defend itself; it only knew how to mechanically attack any living thing that approached it. Even robots know how to calculate the path of moving objects, but the Ghost General was just like a mechanical arm wielding two axes. Even if a player climbed onto its shoulders from behind, it would only let out a shriek and swing its axes a little wider.

However, players at the Qi Refining stage can hardly cause any damage to the Ghost General, because its armor is so thick and hard that it can block all attacks from spells and weapons. Even lightning-attribute spiritual energy cannot cause it any damage.

Unlike the players frantically scratching and rubbing the Ghost General's itch, every time the axe fell, a player would die. And there was the Ghost General—

"...wielding two Xuanhua broadswords, he charged into the crowd, slashing left and right, chopping off arms when blocked and legs when tripped, killing until the sky darkened and blood flowed like a river!"

One player, unable to get a close-up of the BOSS's face, cheekily offered his "explanation."

"Wow, you know it so well, you must be watching 'My Own Swordsman' even when you're taking a dump!"

Just as a group of players who couldn't squeeze in were idling around, a cheer suddenly came from the front—

"The head is gone! The head is gone!"

"Quickly focus fire on the BOSS's head!"

It turns out that a player successfully removed the BOSS's helmet.

"Break off the mask too!"

Amidst the cacophony of voices, the two-meter-tall figure collapsed with a crash not long afterward.

This seemingly easy victory was entirely achieved at the cost of human lives, only the players' lives were really worthless.

The death of the Ghost General was just the beginning; there were still many other grotesque and malevolent spirits running around like headless flies on the battlefield.

"Group up and clear the monsters! Group up and clear them!" Wang Ergou's voice was almost hoarse as he directed the players to clear the mobs. "Those who died, come and finish them off!"

"Eat my EX-type hybrid bomb!"

"Sword comes! Sword goes! Sword comes again! Sword goes again!"

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big——"

"Chasing Stars! Ah~ Take this sword! Are you seeing things? This is right! Hey! Ha! How about a little more difficulty! Horned Wood is like a dragon! Neck Metal is like a dragon! Tail Fire is like a tiger! Winnowing Basket Water is like a leopard—Oh crap! I'm out of mana! Does anyone have any mana potions? I need some spirit pills to save me!"

"Stop howling, it's all gone!"

"Fellow Daoist, I have another bottle here."

"Thanks, bro! I'll add you as a friend and pay you back later!"

"No need, no need, it's just a low-grade yellow-rank pill..."

"Hey, I don't like owing favors. Hey? Why can't I add you as a friend? You—Holy crap!? Why the hell are you an NPC!?" "?"

"There's a traitor! Stop meowing... no, stop attacking! There's an NPC here! You guys need to do something about this!"

Amidst the horrified voice of a certain talkative player, everyone looked towards the only cultivator in the group whose head didn't have an ID.

"me……"

The monk, who had been fighting alongside the players just a moment ago, was now so anxious that his face turned red and he couldn't speak.

Just when this Guangcheng Sect disciple thought he was about to be scolded, he heard their curious voices:

"Wow, will the NPCs in this game fight alongside us?"

"The two elders next door are crying their eyes out in the toilet. They've been fighting for quite a while now!"

"What I mean is, this NPC is actually with us!"

"He even gave me a bottle of Rejuvenation Pills! Can I keep it?"

"Why are you acting like a pervert? Wake up! You're both men, you can't have a baby!"

The Jade Emperor slapped the Guangcheng Sect disciple on the shoulder and asked, "It's alright, brother. We Taiyin Sect disciples are a bit strange, but we are all good people!"

One player couldn't help but mutter under their breath, "Saying it like that makes it sound even more twisted!"

The Jade Emperor was still enthusiastically interacting with the NPC: "By the way, brother, what's your name?"

"Du, Du Cihuai..."

"Brother Du, right? Since you're with us, just stay in the back! We'll protect you perfectly!"

Unexpectedly, Du Cihuai blushed completely this time and said, "I... I'm not doing this for my own safety, I want to fight alongside you!"

"Hey, don't do that! A wise person doesn't stand under a dangerous wall. We can be resurrected, we're not afraid of death, so don't join in the fun!"

"I'm not afraid of death!"

"Huh? You can be resurrected too?"

"No, we can't... But protecting Guangcheng Sect is our duty as disciples of Guangcheng Sect!" Du Cihuai's previously stammering words became more and more fluent as he spoke: "How can we let our fellow Daoists bear the danger for us?"

"You can't say that, Brother Du. You see, everything has to be about cost. It's no big deal for us to die once, but if you die, we'll lose a lot!"

As the Jade Emperor spoke, he took out a thick stack of talismans from his backpack, stuffed them into Du Cihuai's hand, and added, "You know how to use talismans, right? Take these and throw them out. As long as people don't leave our encirclement, we can still kill a lot of them!"

"But……"

Du Cihuai's protest was quickly drowned out by the chattering of the other players. He looked at the handful of crookedly drawn talismans in his hand, sighed, and resignedly threw them outside with a blank face.

After the Immortal Extinction Banner was blown down, no more new monsters spawned. Although there seemed to be many Yin Corpses and Evil Ghosts on the battlefield, there were actually only a few thousand. Before long, they were all cleared out by everyone.

I broke my promise; there won't be an extra update today. I've been having trouble concentrating for several days due to insomnia, but I'll definitely make it up to you once I've adjusted! Double the update!

Sorry, only two updates today. I'm just not feeling well QAQ
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(End of this chapter)