Welcome to the Bizarre Games

Chapter 502 Identity
The porridge had just been ladled out of the pot and was still steaming hot. When it hit Xuan Cheng's face, he immediately screamed in agony.

However, he was indeed quite capable. After being suddenly attacked, he actually tried to fight back. He raised his hand and formed a hand seal.

In a daze, it seemed as if hundreds or thousands of flies were buzzing in their ears. The senior brothers couldn't care less about watching the excitement and all took off running, as if they wished they had two more legs.

The skinny guy was still cursing.

"You son of a bitch! Have you lost your mind? Using that magic weapon your master gave you here?"

However, Xuan Cheng ignored it all.

Now, as if completely enraged, with his face covered in porridge and oil, he was about to give Zhou You a severe beating.

However, as the buzzing grew louder and the man's expression grew colder, he prepared to lead Lin Yunshao away from the place.

A steady voice suddenly rang out.

"sigh!"

next second.

The buzzing suddenly stopped.

The group turned around and saw a Taoist priest standing at the door, his brows furrowed, playing with a round cage in his hand—in the shadows many tiny reptiles hovering inside, but each time they tried to fly out, they were stopped by a dim golden light.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then bowed their heads in respect—even Xuancheng, whose face was covered in food.

"Master Qingjing!"

The Taoist priest simply nodded and then spoke.

"No need to be so polite, I'll just take care of some business and then leave for Xuancheng."

Upon hearing the greeting, the person hurriedly lowered their head and then asked cautiously.

"What are your instructions, Uncle-Master?"

"Senior Brother Chongxu gave you this Hundred Poison Gu with the intention that you could use it to fight for your life when you encounter danger, not for you to abuse it at will or even harm your fellow disciples. Do you understand?"

Although his face was still flushed, Xuan Cheng broke out in a cold sweat in an instant, and he quickly bowed his head and agreed.

"Uncle-Master is right to reprimand me. I was reckless. I will be much more careful next time and will never let Master down."

Otherwise.

The Taoist priest simply shook his head, and there seemed to be a hint of disappointment on his face.

"What you do is none of my business. You're not my disciple anyway. Just do your job well."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Zhou You.

"And you, how did you offend our sect's senior brother?"

Zhou You spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

"Actually, it's nothing. My senior brother recommended me for this night patrol job. Now that I've finished it and come back, I was thinking of getting some food to thank him properly. Who knew that my senior brother was so excited to see me return safely that he accidentally buried himself in the food tray."

"Pfft!"

—This is the laughter of the fat and thin duo who just returned.

What's strange is that although this sect talks about status and position everywhere, it seems that few people respect this senior brother. The better ones will make a few jokes on ordinary days, while the worse ones are like this, gloating—and they don't even try to hide it.

This guy has really bad interpersonal relationships.

The Taoist Master Qingjing did not react to Zhou You's sophistry, but simply said indifferently.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, let's let it go for now. These are turbulent times, so please try to keep things quiet, okay?"

Although it was said as "may or not," the words were full of unquestionable authority.

Zhou You and Xuan Cheng exchanged a glance.

Zhou You suddenly broke into a bright smile, while Xuan Cheng's face was full of sinister intent.

However, in the end, both of them clasped their hands in agreement.

"I understand / I get it, Uncle-Master."

The Taoist priest shook his head, paid no further attention, and left with his hands behind his back.

Xuan Cheng wiped the hot porridge off his face with a towel, stared intently at Zhou You, and then grinned maliciously.

"Good, very good indeed, Junior Brother, you've really grown up. You used to be just a pitiful, skinny little radish, with only your vitality being commendable. I never expected you to be able to stand up to me now. Alright, I'll remember you."

After saying that, Xuan Cheng walked outside, not forgetting to glare at the fat and thin duo in the kitchen before leaving—the two immediately looked down and pretended not to see it.

So, only Zhou You and Lin Yunshao remained in the room.

Zhou You, on the other hand, was carefree, as if nothing had happened. He strolled around and got two more meals, then strolled over to Lin Yunshao.

Then, I casually tore off a chicken leg and took a bite.

"This is what real food looks like! The cafeteria usually serves swill—no, it really is swill. And Junior Sister Lin, we finally get to eat some meat, why aren't you eating?"

Lin Yunshao stood there like a statue for a full ten seconds, then suddenly reached out her small hand and grabbed Zhou You unexpectedly.

"Senior brother, do you know what you're doing?!"

Zhou You nearly choked on the sudden movement. He quickly coughed up a mouthful of meat and looked at Lin Yunshao with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong? And what did I do this time?"

Lin Yunshao lowered his voice and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Why did you provoke Senior Brother! You know how vengeful he is. You slapped him in the face like that, he'll get his revenge sooner or later."

Zhou You looked at that furious little face for a long while before finally saying something.

"Junior sister, are you just going to let him ruin you like this?"

Lin Yunshao was stunned—she seemed not to have expected this, but she quickly retorted.

"But you can't do that. He's been taken away now because someone's holding him back, but what about next time, next time?"

"You mean you're not afraid of thieves stealing from you, but you're afraid of thieves eyeing you, right?"

After a long while, Lin Yunshao finally spoke through gritted teeth.

"That's right, why don't you?"

However, before she could finish speaking, a duck leg was stuffed into her mouth.

"Waaaaah, waaaaah!!!"

Seeing Lin Yunshao unable to speak, Zhou You just smiled and buried himself in his food again.

Indeed, normally speaking, given the current situation, he should absolutely not provoke this senior brother.

But the problem is the same thing—you've already been targeted by the other party, and they clearly want to scheme against you. So rather than retreating step by step in a cowardly manner, it's better to...
Finally, Zhou You simply tapped his chopsticks on the table, making a crisp 'clang' sound.

That night.

With everything settled, Zhou You returned to his room. To be honest, a few days ago this room looked like a prison cell—but after all that commotion last night, it now feels like home.

Looking across the entire sect, this place is probably the only safe place.

Lighting a candle, Zhou You pulled out specially made earplugs from under the bed and plugged them in, ignoring the scratching sounds outside. Instead of going to sleep today, he took out the Black Book from his Diancang Ring.

The system's female voice remained silent, but the previous reward had already been given out—it was a slot machine-like phantom image, but instead of watermelons or anything like that, it displayed the items Zhou You himself possessed.

Given the current situation, the winner of the grand prize is undoubtedly Duanxie, while the worst prize should be the Broken Moon Bow—since they are currently trapped in this place and unable to get out, they cannot obtain regular arrows. As for the most important prize, the Moon-Transforming Arrow...
—First, we need to ask those big ghosts at night if they're willing.

Fortunately, all that could be drawn from it were carrying equipment; otherwise, if I had drawn a talisman, I would have had no one to blame but myself.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou You pulled down the lever.

All the images were jumbled together in one frame, then flashed by rapidly—

Zhou You's heart tightened more and more. He saw Duan Xie's phantom flash before his eyes, then disappear without a trace, only to be moved to the front again.
Finally, the image stopped on a sword.

As he wished, is this the severing of evil?
Zhou You stared at the sword for a long time, his expression contorted in a dilemma, before finally muttering something under his breath.

"Well, something is better than nothing. Even though we've lost our liberation, at least it's a handy weapon."

The weapon he retrieved from the slot machine was the very one Feng Qianlin had given him, the one that had once blinded a fallen Buddha.
Ten thousand ren.

Zhou You touched the ancient-looking sword and sighed.

"This is a new job for me, so how about you come with me for one of these scenes?"

The towering cliffs are utterly silent.

Compared to the Demon-Slaying Sword, this sword, although also a spirit-communicating sword, is much quieter and usually doesn't bother to respond.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent, right?"

As Zhou You spoke, he drew Wan Ren from its sheath.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the moment the cold blade reflected in the candlelight, the scratching sounds outside seemed to diminish considerably.

Zhou You ignored him, gently wiping the blade with his hand as he watched it devour the blood as if it had been eagerly awaiting it, and then sighed softly.

"Now that we have a handy weapon, we can speed up the implementation of our plans. It's never a good feeling to have your life at someone else's mercy."

The following day, in the lecture hall.

"Taoist cultivation methods are divided into two types: internal alchemy and external alchemy. But regardless of the differences, both can lead to immortality and the pursuit of Tao."

On the podium, Master Chongxu held his book and, as if going through the motions, spoke about those mainland-made things.

But soon, he raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Alright, that's all for today. Remember to review it repeatedly so you can comprehend the supreme Dao in the Daoist scriptures."

The children below the stage responded in unison, then packed their things and prepared for their unchanging schedule for the day.

just.

This time, Master Chongxu raised his eyes.

"Zhou You, you stay here for now."

Zhou You paused for a moment, then smiled respectfully.

"Master, Uncle Chen is still waiting at the library. If we don't hurry now, it might be too late."

However, Master Chongxu simply shook his head.

“I’ll talk to Uncle Chen. He won’t mind missing a day or two. Besides, you just finished your night patrol. According to the rules, you should rest for a few days.”

Since things had been said so far, Zhou You had no way to refuse anymore.

However, to everyone's surprise, one person reacted quite strongly to the greeting from Master Chongxu.

"Master, what are you going to do?"

Master Chongxu calmly glanced at the person who had spoken—his eldest disciple, Xuancheng.

"What, do you have a problem with that?"

Xuan Cheng was stunned for a long time before lowering his head.

"This disciple dares not have any objections."

“Alright then—” Master Chongxu originally intended to let him go first, but then he seemed to remember something and tilted his head. “By the way, Xuancheng, I suddenly remembered something.”

“Master, please speak.”

"I think I instructed them some time ago that these people who use marriage to bring good luck should be strictly disciplined, right?"

"Yes, Master. Was it because I was too tactful in some ways that you had to bring this up?"

Master Chongxu waved his hand.

"It's not that. It's that you've been going a bit too far lately. Junior Brother Qingjing came to me specifically before, saying that the discipline for the marriage should not be so strict. I thought about it, and he's right. After all, too many people have died, which is ultimately not good for the development of our sect. So you can relax a bit in the future and not be so strict, understand?"

—Is Master Qingjing the kind of person who would say such a thing?
Zhou You looked at the calm and composed Master Chongxu, but ultimately didn't say a word.

Xuan Cheng looked as if he was grinding his teeth to powder—he turned his head and glared fiercely at Zhou You.

He had indeed been extremely unfriendly before, but this time was different.
His eyes were filled with malice and malice.

Faced with that look, Zhou You smiled and extended his arm, making a gesture of invitation.

Watching Xuan Cheng walk out, daring not to speak his anger, Master Chongxu said nothing more, but raised his head and gestured for Zhou You to follow.

“Although Xuancheng is smart, his personality is really too bad. When my sect was choosing its senior brother, he was lucky enough to fight his way out, but he ultimately didn’t have much tempering of his character. As your junior brother, you have to be more understanding.”

Zhou You was stunned.

Why are you telling me all this?
But he didn't question it, and instead spoke in his usual manner.

"I understand—actually, as long as you don't target me, I won't go out of my way to cause you trouble."

However, Master Chongxu did not respond. After saying that, he remained silent and led Zhou You into the inner room, which was strictly forbidden to enter.

Then, Zhou You paused for a moment.

—This place is lush and leafy, like a park, with most of the trees being those with a thick skin. Roughly counting, there are at least a hundred of them.

You have to understand, there weren't that many children in this group, and even fewer of them had the courage to run away, hence the large number of trees and faces.
Its origin is self-evident.

However, Zhou You only glanced at these trees before looking at something else.

It was a worm.

Plump, white worms that are clearly well-nourished.

On the worm's body was a familiar face.

—That face that was meant to bring good luck, because I received a reward for answering the question before.

　My cough has stopped today, but the diarrhea persists. It doesn't feel like an acute attack of bronchitis; it's more like acute gastroenteritis or norovirus. I'll try to write one chapter today. If I don't update tomorrow, I'll probably be hospitalized.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)