The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Fat Tiger doesn't hide his aura, so the two strong men in front of him can easily judge his cultivation level.

After reprimanding the two black sharks, the man turned back, his face showing displeasure: "Which tribe are you from? Leaving your tribe alone is just ridiculous."

They could tell that Fat Tiger was only level 2, which was incredibly weak.

Generally speaking, after humans reach adulthood, their tribes do arrange for them to go out and gain experience.

However, they are usually guided by experienced soldiers to prevent accidents.

Someone like Gian, a newbie who has just embarked on the path of cultivation, should never come to a place like this alone.

"Can't you speak properly?"

Seeing that Fat Tiger hadn't responded, Manbo frowned.

He looked at Manli and guessed, "Could they be descendants of Xishi?"

There are only three human tribes in this area.

Although they don't have close contact with each other, they still exchange information from time to time.

The other two tribes must already know about the major event of the Xishi tribe being slaughtered by the alien troops.

Given the size of the tribe, it's not unbelievable that even if it were breached by a foreign race, some lucky individuals would escape.

"Possibly." Manli nodded.

Fat Tiger watched the two strong men make their guesses.

To be honest, he really couldn't understand what they were saying.

But Gian could still sense the emotion in his tone.

It was obvious that these two strong men did not belong to the opposing camp, and were most likely discussing how to arrange their own affairs.

Maybe I've stumbled upon some hidden plot by accident?

With this in mind, Fat Tiger continued to maintain his mute persona, staring at the two people in front of him with expectant eyes.

"...He's a pitiful person too."

Manbo sighed, put his hand on Panghu's shoulder, and patted it gently twice: "If you'd like, come back to the tribe with us."

Manli gestured with his chin toward Panghu: "I have no objection, let's see what he thinks."

Fat Tiger's gaze darted back and forth between the two, and the overall atmosphere seemed to suggest that the two were waiting for his answer.

He didn't know how to react.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded tentatively.

Seeing this, Manli grinned and put his arm around Panghu: "Alright, we'll take you back to the tribe to see the chieftain. Then we'll be family."

Manbo also had a smile on his face.

Noticing their reactions, Fat Tiger breathed a slight sigh of relief; it seemed he hadn't answered incorrectly.

"Um?"

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Manli, who was hugging Fat Tiger, slapped Fat Tiger on the back.

It's unclear whether it was striking a specific acupoint or using some special technique.

In short, Fat Tiger felt a churning in his stomach and vomited with a "whoosh".

The dirt and weeds he had haphazardly stuffed into his mouth earlier, mixed with stomach acid, were vomited up all over the ground.

The unpleasant smell permeated the air, but neither of them showed any disgust.

Manbai's eyes softened with pity, and he tenderly offered a piece of dried meat: "Poor child, eat this first. Don't worry, once you become a member of our tribe, you won't have to live such a hard life anymore."

Fat Tiger can understand the action of handing over food.

He didn't stand on ceremony, reached out and took it, then opened his mouth and started biting.

The two waited patiently until Fat Tiger finished eating the jerky before Manli carried Fat Tiger on his back and quickly returned to the tribe.

……

Xishi Tribe.

"Come on, Dog Bro, let's have a go."

"Okay."

Dog Brother readily agreed and stood up in front of the spring scenery on campus.

After practicing for so long, Brother Gou and his fellow veterans can now generally reduce the time it takes to circulate their blood and qi to less than seven minutes.

I wouldn't dare say I wouldn't make a mistake even with my eyes closed, but at least I know it by heart.

The phase of rapid progress is over; what remains is just a matter of gradual, persistent effort.

Take the 100-meter dash as an example. Throughout human history, there are no more than 150 athletes who have been recorded as running it in under 10 seconds. Talented athletes can easily run it in under 11 seconds with professional training, but to break the 10-second barrier requires a lifetime of effort.

Players are currently stuck here.

If we want to make further progress, it might take more time, and we can barely crawl forward for a few seconds.

But from the players' perspective, this doesn't seem to make much sense.

You've mastered this much; now you can try circulating your blood energy in battle.

Seeing that Dog Bro and Campus Spring Colors were fighting, the remaining old brothers couldn't sit still either.

They all found someone to practice on and started doing it.

New players know exactly what these guys are doing, and the advantage of having someone share guides is that you don't need to ask around like a curious child.

These new players, who had just finished eating and drinking, hadn't quite digested yet, and since they couldn't do anything else for the time being, they were happy to sit around and watch people fight.

However, these new players lost interest after watching for a short while.

After all, Dog Brother and the others were mainly trying to master the circulation of blood energy in battle, not actually fighting.

Just like turn-based games, you hit me once, I hit you once, and before we can attack, we will stop to circulate our health.

It was impressive, but also undeniably boring.

Si Dongquan watched for a while, then looked away and stared at Nian Dongjian, who was dressed in animal skins. He suddenly became interested: "Wife, how about we...?"

Nian Dongjian slapped him across the face: "This is a game, what are you thinking!"

"The development team can't always be behind the screen watching the players."

"If you're going to seek thrills, then go all the way, right?"

Nian Dongjian rolled his eyes, then said with some curiosity, "Actually, I feel it's not impossible. Think about it, if they can deliver this game helmet directly to our doorstep, it's hard to say how much the development team respects players' privacy, right?"

In fact, it's not that no players have paid attention to the issue of shipping gaming helmets.

Ultimately, in an information-driven society, it's hard to say how high the level of security for user information can be.

How do you think those shady businesses get your information? They just buy it in bulk.

On the surface, all apps require user authorization information to function, which is already pretty inhumane, isn't it?

In reality, this authorization is more like a fig leaf; if it weren't for avoiding legal risks, many programs could be set to read automatically.

Not to mention big data analysis, users are essentially no different from running naked online.

From the players' perspective, the game's development team is at most too lazy to even pretend, so they wouldn't suspect any other conspiracy.

Even if we take a step back and assume the worst, players would rather believe that this is just the game company being shameless, rather than some so-called conspiracy from an alien civilization.

So that's why.

Nian Dongjian shrugged, then crossed his arms: "Just say a few words, who knows if the planner can even hear us."