Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 485 Pig Sister's Hammer

Nietzsche, sporting two round, golden bamboo ears, knew the nature of his impulsive group members well, so he immediately rolled his eyes and said, "Sure, do you guys promise to go to class and cultivate yourselves every day like Sister Pig?"

“Then forget it,” Huang Zhucao shook her head vigorously, saying, “The residency training is hard enough with all the lectures and classes, I don’t want to have to attend classes in a game!”

Upon hearing this, Guantangbao delivered a sharp rebuke to his friend: "Wow, you have the nerve to say that! I've never seen a healthcare worker as relaxed as you! You can come to play games whenever you're called! You should reflect on yourself!"

Huangzhucao immediately started a love-hate relationship with Guantangbao: "Pah! You're so shameless! What right do you have to criticize me when you don't even go to work!"

Yun Ling, who hadn't said much in the team, interrupted the two's back-and-forth at the right moment, saying, "Alright, alright, you two, stop fooling around. Try to act convincingly, don't make any mistakes, and don't let Sister Pig laugh at you!"

Zhao Qing chimed in with a grin: "Haha, it's alright. We Chang'an people hurt each other too. That's how players are!"

As they were talking, a loud, owl-like voice suddenly came through the team's mic: "Hey, hey! Stop chatting! I think we saw an NPC up ahead!"

Upon hearing this, all the players immediately stopped talking and looked in the direction indicated by the owl.

Sure enough, in the distance, they saw a demon cultivator with a rather unpleasant expression land behind a house.

Just as all the players looked over, the demon cultivator also noticed them.

Both sides were startled when they first met. The demon cultivator even pulled out a small, golden disc from his hand, ready to attack. Only when he realized that the players were all "demon cultivators" did he visibly breathe a sigh of relief.

However, when both sides got closer, the demon cultivator frowned, looked the players up and down, and snorted a disdainful snort.

The demon cultivator asked, "Where did you all come from? I've never seen you before."

"us……"

Before they could even exchange their statements, the group of "Soup Dumplings" looked at each other in bewilderment. Zhao Qing, quick-witted, stepped in, blatantly lying, "We're demon cultivators from Wanku Continent. My king has recently become close to the Crimson-Haired True Monarch, so he said he'd come to show us around. But just now, a group of terrifying human cultivators suddenly appeared and charged at us. My king was dragged away by the Crimson-Haired True Monarch, and the human cultivators chased after them. Our demonic power is too weak to catch them, so we had to wait here for my king and the others..."

As soon as Zhao Qing finished speaking, the other players realized what was happening and started patching the game one after another.

"That's right! Those human cultivators were ferocious! They charged at me while shouting about friendship and bonds! Luckily, I dodged quickly!"

"If only my demonic power were stronger! Then the king wouldn't have had to lure away those despicable human cultivators and let us escape!"

"Huh? Wasn't the Great King taken away by that red-haired True Lord?"

"It's True Lord Chiyu! I always thought that True Lord didn't seem like a good person... cough, not a good demon! Our King must have been deceived by him!"

"Nonsense! I clearly remember it was the Red-Haired True Lord!"

"I don't know, I don't even dare to look at him, he's so fierce! Every time he goes to our king's place, he asks the king to give him wild men!"

Amidst the chatter, several players' "account reconciliations" were scrolling through the team chat.

“That’s right, that’s right. Anyway, just come up with a few synonyms for the name ‘Red Hair.’ I’ve specifically inquired about it. Demon cultivators are all quite uncultured. The names they come up with are either related to their place of residence or their appearance. There are so many red-haired ones. Basically, one in ten demon cultivators will have one! So you can definitely bet on it!” Zhao Qing explained carefully.

A group of night owls muttered "patching up" while exclaiming in the team chat, "What kind of bizarre characters are you guys trying to create with your 'soft rice eating hard' and 'simp-like fawning' literature?!"

On the other side, listening to the players' bluff, the demon cultivator frowned even more deeply. After pondering for a while, and as the players grew increasingly apprehensive, he finally asked, "Red-haired True Lord? You mean Red Feather True Lord?"

Just as the night owl was about to nod, Zhao Qing pulled him back, saying in a mocking tone, "Huh? Seems so, doesn't it? Anyway, you're very skilled!"

"Hmm, that must be True Monarch Red Feather. I never imagined he'd fight with you all for a bite to eat..."

The demon cultivator suddenly stopped talking, glanced disdainfully at the other demon cultivators, and asked, "Where did they go?"

Zhao Qing casually pointed in a direction that was obscured in the distance and replied, "Over there!"

Unexpectedly, the demon cultivator frowned again, muttering, "Why would it go that way..."

Then, without saying a word, he activated his demonic power and soared into the sky. Just as all the players breathed a sigh of relief, a golden light suddenly flew down from the sky and headed straight for them.

In the nick of time, Zhao Qing reacted swiftly, pulling out her giant hammer and unleashing a burst of spiritual energy that sent all the players flying. Zhao Qing herself, however, gritted her teeth and withstood the golden light, instantly dying.

Instant kill!

The soup dumpling immediately broke down: "Holy crap! Is this NPC some kind of reincarnation of Sima Yi?! Why is he so suspicious?!"

The lowest-ranking and weakest-cultivated night owl struggled to its feet, wiped the blood from its scratches on its face, and calmly said, "They probably didn't treat us little monsters as equals, so they killed us to silence us after asking us questions."

Zhao Qing, who was locked in the dark room waiting for her resurrection cooldown, hurriedly comforted everyone, saying, "It's okay, you guys run, get out of here first. At least our disguise is fine, he shouldn't have discovered that we're not demon cultivators, otherwise he wouldn't have just casually thrown an attack like that!"

After saying that, she added, "Oh, by the way, please put my hammer away for me! I spent a fortune to have it custom-made by a master craftsman!"

A clump of night owls instinctively stepped forward and reached for the giant hammer.

One look at the enormous golden hammer told him it was no light object, so he took a deep breath and tried to lift it—

It wasn't mentioned.

"hiss!"

A bunch of night owls hissed defiantly, this time adopting a horse stance—mainly to gain leverage by half-squatting—then gripping the hammer handle with both hands and pulling with all their might...

It still won't budge.

Even a bunch of night owls couldn't take it anymore: "Wait, Sister Pig, is that Thor's hammer?! Even if I can't lift it, shouldn't it be able to move a little?!"

Zhao Qing laughed awkwardly into the team microphone, and said guiltily, "Hehehe... um... it is indeed a bit heavy... I ordered a solid one..."