I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 581 Unexpected, Right? (56)

Although the little hamster is dead, her spirit, the videos, and the information she provided remain.

Once out of the dream, Liu Qing quickly went to apologize to Zhuge Xingjun and then made up for the missed lessons. Unfortunately, Teacher Zhao caught her red-handed, hung her up and beat her, and then mocked her for half an hour by Ma Daqiang, who was hanging next to her.

However, based on the information she provided, the other players in the city finally understood just how powerful the invaders were.

In "Morning Light's Back Garden," there are countless discussions about Prince Zhao. A large number of posts are flying everywhere like willow catkins in summer, piling up like mountains if you're not careful, and you can't even read them all.

It is now widely believed that Black Prince Zhao is just the vanguard, with various experts behind him, so the story is bound to be very exciting.

Thanks to the little hamster's sacrifice, the players, who would have otherwise had to endure several defeats, obtained a large amount of information at once and were able to analyze Chen Yu's subsequent event plans in great detail.

However, among all this information, the masked man's skills are the most intriguing.

[Gacha...what exactly is this gacha system? Does it involve creating a card on the spot?]

What kind of card is that? It's not a nine of bamboo, is it?

[Perhaps it's the tip of a spade?]

[I don't understand, but since he's a leader, he must be quite formidable. Let's force him out as soon as possible and show him the power of us players!]

[That's right, you want to destroy the world, don't you? Let's see if you destroy the world first, or if we'll cut off your head first!]

There are countless comments online, and multiple versions of speculation about the leader.

However, Chen Yu did not respond to any of these comments.

The best game companies can make players feel at home, but Chen Yu doesn't plan to do that until he gets a god-like operator.

Unless something major happens in the dream world, there's no need to respond to these comments. Let the players happily speculate and verify for themselves.

However, the players were progressing faster than he had expected.

Liu Qing's supernatural power was even more useful than he had imagined. The ability to see through the monsters in the dungeon was truly amazing, and he was able to see all of Teacher Zhao's attributes directly.

But after careful consideration, Chen Yu felt that this was also an interesting attempt.

He had previously worried that the subsequent mini-bosses would be too difficult, and that the players might not be able to successfully repel the invaders before the entire team was wiped out.

This information effectively compensates for the players' lack of information, allowing them to then enjoy the battle of wits and courage between the players and the dream characters.

There's a glimmer of hope, yet it's always just out of reach; the negative emotions it evokes are absolutely outrageous.

Players, please help me with my cultivation!

While Chen Yu was excited, Lian Qu, who was sitting opposite him, stared at Chen Yu for a long time before deleting the drawing he had made.

It's still not right.

Chen Yu, why are your expressions so varied? Mom is in a difficult position.

Two and a half hours later, the event instance passed through a dream day and entered the second day.

A pillar of light, symbolizing death, rose up. Zhuge Xingjun looked at the black pillar of light that appeared in Wenchang City and sighed that his luck was really bad this time.

Looking around, his eyes were full of remembrance and nostalgia.

In the dream, Wenchang City had the largest number of cultivators among all the urban areas.

Most of them were students who came to Wenchang to study. In order to manage them, Zhuge Xingjun entered the group and became the president of the group. He then lectured here to facilitate the students' learning.

In their spare time, students can build various structures, study the characteristics of the place, and experience its wonders.

Within a month, the students have transformed this place into the ideal location envisioned by Zhuge Xingjun.

Here, schools are everywhere, their antique buildings hidden among bamboo houses, exuding a unique ancient charm rarely seen elsewhere. The Star Lords are like ancient trees, the years leaving their mark on them, each ring a ring they can never forget.

As the incarnation of Wenchang Xingjun, Zhuge Xingjun also harbors beautiful fantasies about the ancient times and hopes to return to that era.

Scholars there wouldn't be fighting tooth and nail for university places, and people there wouldn't be as overworked as they are now. Benevolence and righteousness were still positive terms in that era.

However, he also knew that was impossible.

He yearned for an era of abundant resources, untouched by the corruption of capitalism. Such contradictory characteristics could not exist in any era; ultimately, it remained merely a beautiful fantasy.

However, in his dream, he could at least experience it properly.

An hourglass measures time by the flow of water. When too much water flows out, the balance of the scale is broken, and the scale tilts to the other side.

The small teapot on the scale fell above the stove fire, and soon a clear, whistling sound could be heard.

Zhuge Xingjun took the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, knowing that his time was running out.

With a long sigh, Zhuge Xingjun raised his teacup to his disciples and said with a smile, "Time is running out. Prince Zhao is about to attack. You may now take the train and retreat."

“Master, we’re not leaving,” a player dressed as a scholar said, standing up.

"You have to leave whether you want to or not. What use are you if you stay? It's the easiest thing to die. It's a different story if you're alive."

With a wave of his hand, some disciples got up, boarded the train, and retreated to other areas.

But some players stayed.

They tied up their long hair, struck earthen jars and sang, their voices loud and clear, clearly in accordance with the way of the two saints.

Legend has it that the Great Sage is benevolent and righteous, while the Lesser Sage is righteous and benevolent. Together, the two sages embody benevolence and righteousness, a quality that Wenchang Xingjun (the God of Literature) had always desired.

Looking at these players, Zhuge Xingjun realized that benevolence and righteousness had always existed, but they just hadn't had the opportunity to be shown.

With a slight smile, Zhuge Xingjun tied up his long hair, drew his long sword, pointed at the black guiding light in the sky, and said, "In that case, let's go!"

The Dream Annihilation Cannon began to condense, and twelve million blocks were burned. After the cannon's light shot out, the enemy's black Zhao Ziri's expression did not change, but someone rushed forward first.

Fallen Flame Leaf waved the Human Emperor's Banner in his hand, and one ghost cultivator after another rushed towards the cannon. Their primordial spirits crashed into the cannon, deflecting it and preventing Zhao Ziri from being attacked by the cannon.

Seeing this, Zhuge Xingjun chuckled: "As expected, but do you really think we only have this one shot? Charge!"

A total of four Dream Annihilation Cannons made their appearance, each with its firepower maximized.

They aimed at Prince Zhao and Yan Ye in the air, and after a volley of fire, they made a deafening sound that shook the entire earth.

The demonic barrier of Fallen Flame Leaf lost its effect, and Prince Zhao's body was pierced by the cannon. But before Zhuge Xingjun could rejoice, they saw through the observatory that the masked man had finally made his move.

"Pick the card."

He pulled a shimmering card from the void, which contained only four words: [Resurrection of the Dead].

"What's that?" a player watching the live stream asked, puzzled.

[I don't know, but it looks pretty scary. Wait, was Prince Zhao brought back? Is the masked man the temple keeper of the Yellow Springs Star Lord?]

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Prince Zhao, who had just been pierced, was resurrected, which suddenly intensified the despair in their hearts.

Chen Yu, who was also watching the live stream, smiled with satisfaction.

You wouldn't believe it, would you?

I'm a card player!
(End of this chapter)