Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 19 Melee with the Old Man

With Han Tiaotiao and Jieran taking turns steadily handling the task, all the players got used to the rhythm of "scratching" the BOSS.

Just as everyone had been working hard for over an hour, a black wind swept in, and a short old man with yellow eyebrows and a yellow beard suddenly appeared in front of the BOSS.

"No way!? There's another boss!?"

Just as Wang Ergou let out a wail, he saw the short old man whip up a familiar black gust of wind that blew towards the BOSS. The black mist that had been spreading around the area dissipated a bit, and the black gust of wind also blew Han Tiaotiao, who was kiting the BOSS, out into the crowd—but this time he was unharmed.

In the team chat, a sharp-eyed player noticed some details: "Wait a minute, it doesn't seem to be the boss? It's an ally? He's not showing his health bar!"

Some players boldly speculated: "Could this be that Huang Gong?"

However, before everyone could say a few words, they saw the corpse, which had been being walked like a dog, turn around and rush towards the old man, like a moth suddenly attracted by candlelight.

Then, the old man spat out a brownish-yellow sphere from his mouth, about the size of a ping-pong ball, which shimmered with a faint halo, much like the legendary inner elixir, but it was not solid enough.

Just as the corpse was about to collide with the old man, the brownish-yellow sphere in front of him suddenly burst out with a violent yellowish-brown light, instantly clearing away the black mist. The corpse was also blasted away more than ten meters away by the burst of light!
"Such a powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy!"

The players couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Players who have successfully guided Qi into their bodies can sense spiritual energy. The massive, earthy-yellow light they just witnessed felt like a powerful shockwave of spiritual energy. However, their strength was too low to discern the strange sensation that distinguished it from ordinary spiritual energy; they could only sense the burst of spiritual energy it emitted in an instant.

Although the corpse was sent flying by the blow, it did not "die." Instead, it shakily stood up from the bushes where it had fallen, making a hoarse "hoarse" sound in its throat, and limped towards the old man again—even with one of its legs blown off, it did not give up!

Many players were stunned: "Is this thing a cockroach?! It's still alive?!"

"Beast!"

The old man retracted the yellowish-brown sphere into his stomach, shouted loudly, and pulled out a gourd ladle covered with strange characters and symbols from somewhere.

Its slender upper part is intact, while the lower part is split in two. A beautiful red ribbon is tied to the vine handle at the narrow end. Judging from its style, it is just a very ordinary gourd ladle used for scooping water.

The gourd ladle wasn't very big, but because the old man was so short, it seemed quite large.

Soon, players witnessed an even more outrageous scene—

The old man grasped the narrowest end of the gourd ladle with both hands, then hoisted it over his right shoulder and held it high. The gourd ladle miraculously grew taller in the wind! In the blink of an eye, it grew to nearly half a person's height! Even the small red ribbon on it, originally the size of a palm, transformed into something resembling a lotus-leaf robe worn by a general! Bathed in the golden light emanating from the gourd, the red ribbon shone even brighter!
The enormous gourd's belly almost covered half of the old man's body, and the red silk was blown wildly by the raging wind stirred by spiritual energy.

At this moment, the Yin Corpse had gotten very close again. The old man shouted and swung the giant gourd ladle at the Yin Corpse!

Another huge surge of spiritual energy followed. With a flash of golden light and a loud bang, the players saw the Yin Corpse being smashed backward. In that instant, a blurry black shadow was actually shaken off the Yin Corpse!

Unfortunately, before anyone could get a clear look, the dark figure quickly reattached itself to the corpse.

"What it is?"

"I don't know, does anyone have a screenshot?"

Has anyone identified it?

"Too late!" "Was this a plot device?"

"Does this mean I've finished the game?"

The players watched as they witnessed their first "battle in a fantasy world of cultivation" since logging into the game, while discussing it animatedly in the team chat.

The powerful blow hadn't ended there. The old man quickly caught up and slapped the corpse that had just gotten up and wasn't even standing properly again. The force was so great that it made a muffled sound like a drumbeat!

This time, the shadowy figure in the corpse took even longer to emerge.

However, immediately afterward, the old man, as if playing ping-pong, used a huge gourd ladle as a paddle to hit the corpse playing the ping-pong ball back and forth, with rhythmic thumping sounds that left all the players speechless.

"What...what a violent old man..."

"I think he could knock the shit out of me with one blow..."

"No need to..."

……

After striking it about ten times, the old man seemed to be running out of strength. He slammed the gourd ladle upright on the ground, braced himself, and took a few deep breaths, staring intently at the convulsing corpse lying on the ground.

At this moment, the black phantom could no longer attach itself; it seemed to be desperately trying to squeeze onto the corpse, but it just couldn't get in.

"You wicked beast! You even dare to desecrate someone's corpse!"

The old man cursed, then tore off the red silk tied to the handle of the gourd ladle, wrapped it around the dark figure's head, and held it in his hand.

"Hey--"

Seeing that the old man seemed to want to leave, Wang Ergou got a little anxious. He had worked hard for several days and had called so many people to help him. He couldn't just end up with nothing, could he?
The old man turned his head and glanced at the group of "puppets" with clear and innocent eyes. He frowned, then remembered what the Goddess of the Moon had told him. He hurriedly threw a plain-looking bluish-gray Qiankun bag into the crowd, and it disappeared in a gust of yellow wind.

They blew up the temple, and the old man didn't even want to look at those nasty bastards!
"Something dropped! Something dropped!"

A group of people excitedly gathered together. Wang Ergou also excitedly picked up the small bluish-gray pouch on the ground and examined it from all angles. The fabric looked familiar, very much like the fabric of the beginner's set. However, it could also be a sect-specific feature.
With that thought in mind, he examined the unremarkable little purse.

[Low-Grade Qiankun Bag]: [What exactly is inside this low-grade Qiankun bag with extremely limited storage space? (Activate by infusing a small amount of spiritual energy)]

"nice one!"

After posting the screenshot of the authentication to the team channel, Wang Ergou was full of praise.

Although this game has a game backpack, there are only thirty backpack slots, and they cannot be stacked. Even when digging for spirit plants, if you find the same type of spirit plant, each of them will take up a backpack slot because of their different quality and appearance, which is very frustrating.

But with this Qiankun Bag, things are different. You can put things in the Qiankun Bag, and no matter how much you put in it, it only takes up one slot in your backpack, which greatly saves backpack space. Although it may seem that taking items out is not as convenient as the game backpack, it is still very useful as a warehouse for storing infrequently used supplies.

While trying to channel spiritual energy into the Qiankun Bag, Wang Ergou said in the group chat, "This thing is currently a rare item. Those who want it, please discuss a starting bid. We'll use real RMB as the base price. I'll create a group later and settle the accounts there. If it doesn't sell, we'll re-auction it. But those who don't sell will be blacklisted by me, and I won't want them in future group buys!"

(End of this chapter)