Building a sect from scratch.

Liuzhou is a place where it snows for ten out of the twelve months of the year. The cold has made this place a notorious wilderness.

Before the Sword Sect broke away, Liuzhou still had some large and small forces and sects that could make a living by affiliating with the Sword Sect and its affiliated Tiangui Mountain. But once the Sword Sect disappeared and Tiangui Mountain collapsed, Liuzhou completely declined, and even the merchant ships of the Fu Lu Shou Chamber of Commerce only came here once in a long while.

It was early winter, and the snow was two feet deep, reaching above the knees.

A vast expanse of white plains stretched before my eyes, with trees scattered sparsely on the snow-covered ground. Clumps and clusters of needles looked as if they were coated with icing sugar, laden with snow.

"This is Liuzhou?"

As a native of the South, Huangzhucao looked at everything in front of her with curiosity.

"Such heavy snow, it feels a bit cold!"

As the Jade Emperor sighed, he rubbed his arms and couldn't resist taking out a fur coat from his backpack and putting it on.

Nietzsche and the others were dumbfounded. Guantangbao asked incredulously, "No, you didn't shut down your five senses?"

The Jade Emperor said matter-of-factly, "I turned it down, but I didn't turn it off. If I turned it off, wouldn't that be a waste of the so-called hyper-realistic experience?"

Of course, this was just his excuse. In reality, not completely shutting down the five senses was a requirement set by Wang Ergou and his entire group, so that they could react quickly in the game if any unexpected situation occurred.

The Royal Bamboo Grass hissed in pain, drawing out a breath of spiritual energy filled with cold air: "Hiss... Although it feels like a fallacy, it does seem to make some sense..."

Wu Ke, unusually, retorted, "You'll learn your lesson once you die and feel the pain!"

The Jade Emperor chuckled and said, "Don't worry! My hand speed is lightning fast! I can definitely turn off the pain sensation with a single click as quickly as possible!"

The moment Renxin Huadao stepped onto the snow, he ripped the peony flower off his head, emptied his clothes of all his belongings, stuffed them into a Qiankun bag, took a couple of breaths, and then asked Nietzsche, "So, Commander, which way do we go?"

Nietzsche traced lines on the map and replied, "Liuzhou isn't very big. Let's head north. According to the information I found, the Sword Sect, which was excluded from Liuzhou, is located to the north!"

After confirming their direction, the group took to the air and flew for a short while before they came across a very shabby village.

Pointing to the village not far away, Guantangbao suggested, "Why don't we go down and ask around? Maybe there's some hidden plot twist?"

Nietzsche thought for a moment and nodded, "Alright, this is a good opportunity to ask if there's any news about the Sword Sect!"

As she spoke, she quickened her pace, intending to go and check out the situation first.

Unexpectedly, before they even reached the village, a simply dressed woman took to the air on her sword and flew to Nietzsche's side in the blink of an eye, loudly asking, "Who goes there? Which sect do you belong to?"

"what?"

Not only was Nietzsche stunned, but the other players were also somewhat bewildered.

The cultivators and ordinary mortals in the Guixu Realm are still quite distinct. So when ordinary mortals encounter cultivators, they are always trembling with fear. And in ordinary secular villages, there are no cultivators who settle down—cultivators need resources to cultivate, and what resources could there be in mortal villages?
After a moment of stunned silence, the Jade Emperor hurriedly arrived, smiling obsequiously, "We are disciples of the Taiyin Sect of Zhongzhou. May I ask who you are...?"

"From Zhongzhou? Taiyin Sect? Never heard of it!" Upon hearing the Jade Emperor speak the language of Zhongzhou, the woman also adopted a strange-sounding Zhongzhou dialect and said, "This is the Hu Buyu Clan. What are you doing here?"

The Jade Emperor pondered the clan name "Hu Buyu." The female cultivator's pronunciation was rather strange, as if she had something in her mouth. The so-called "Hu Buyu clan" was pronounced more like "Hubuyu" or "Hubuyu," probably a transliteration of a local language from Liuzhou.

"Hu Buyu Clan? Is that a sect? We've come to Liuzhou to search for the Sword Sect!"

The Jade Emperor said politely.

Unexpectedly, the female cultivator's brows furrowed, her face cold, and her tone even carried a hint of accusation: "Wait, you're not speaking the language of Central Continent, so why does it sound like it to me? Who are you people!?"

At this moment, Renxin Huadao also arrived and happened to overhear the female cultivator's words. Startled, he whispered to Nietzsche, "Holy crap, she's a yellow-named character! Could she be a hostile target and about to turn red?!" Nietzsche glared at Renxin Huadao: "Don't talk nonsense! Let the Great Emperor negotiate first!"

The Jade Emperor explained helplessly, "We are indeed disciples of the Taiyin Sect of Zhongzhou, but we don't speak the language of Zhongzhou. To facilitate communication, we specially designed this magical artifact so that everyone can hear the language of Zhongzhou!"

The female cultivator remained skeptical and asked cautiously, "Do you have any proof?"

Following closely behind, Guantangbao, Huangzhucao, and Wu Ke huddled together and whispered, "What kind of proof could this be? Even if we bring out our disciple tokens, she wouldn't recognize them!"

"Give it a try! Maybe it's just a side quest, like showing your disciple token to prove your identity and getting some clues!"

"I don't think so."

The Jade Emperor thought for a moment and replied, "Our sect worships the Goddess of the Moon, the Star Lord of the Heart Moon, the Star Lord of the Horned Wood, the Three Stars of Fortune, Prosperity and Longevity, and the Dragon King of the Great Water. We can all offer incense as proof!"

Huang Zhucao, who never pays attention to plot developments, scratched her head, her eyes glazed over, and her expression blank: "What?! What is he talking about?!"

Renxin Huadao did recall: "I remember! They seem to be the memorial tablets enshrined at our Taiyin Sect's grand ceremony!"

Guantangbao rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. She corrected, "What the hell is a memorial tablet! That's called a 'postage tablet'! Memorial tablets are for the dead! You call a 'postage tablet' for worshipping gods a memorial tablet?"

"Hehe, they're all pretty much the same!"

"It's so much worse!"

As the group discussed in hushed tones, the female cultivator's expression softened, as if this method of proof was indeed feasible. She nodded and said, "In that case, please come and offer incense to our Hu Buyu clan. Our Hu Buyu clan also worships the Three Star Gods of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity!"

"This……"

The Jade Emperor glanced at Nietzsche with a questioning expression.

Nietzsche finally spoke, mimicking the tone of the Jade Emperor, saying, "Fellow Daoist, we are on our way to find the Sword Sect and are passing through your territory. We have no intention of offending you."

Renxin Huadao gasped in surprise: "Wow! Is our commander so talented? He can even speak in such a refined and literary way!?"

Guantangbao exclaimed, "The team leader is truly a hidden talent! This character design is brilliant!"

"Hey, but why does the name 'Three Star Gods of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity' sound so familiar?"

"It's those unscrupulous merchants! Have you forgotten?"

"Oh my god! Isn't that the ship with all those fancy drawings on it? Like Huxley or something?"

"That's a flying boat!"

"Okay, okay, Feizhou, Feizhou, are they them or not?"

"That's them! Those old swindlers! They used to sell low-grade talismans by the sheet, but lately they're buying them by the pound! The money they make from selling talismans isn't even enough to buy the talisman paper and cinnabar!"

"Good heavens! By weight? That's outrageous!"

"that is!"

Several players were happily chirping crickets when they suddenly saw the female cultivator turn to look at them and say in a serious tone, "Fellow Daoists, I am a cultivator, and I can hear what you are saying!"

Just as the players' pupils constricted in shock and they all tried to dig a hole in the ground to bury themselves, she added, "They can understand too!" (End of Chapter)