In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park



Where are they?

Have they vanished when taking a shit?

Oops~...

Cultivators don't poop.

Whelp, those who searched for them scratched their heads like monkeys, wondering how in the hell they vanished.

Or is that someone… some bastard had gotten to them first?

If so, then who?

The Alchemy Association? The Moroder Organization?

The Eyes of Sphinx Association?

The Deadly Nataraja Order?

The Heavenly Tavon Ranking Association?

The 4 Big Sects?

The Royals themselves?

The dark forces brooding in the shadows?

They could go on and on to name so many deadly orders, clans and associations gathered in the Capital.

But that would take a day's work.

Just who is it? Who is it that decided to play a flute in their Harp concert?

Who was trying to soil their soul with rotten food?

Several people wanted to go but soon discovered people from other associations in the dark also looking for these Profound Sect people.

So you too had the same results? Sorcery?

(-_-)

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Many bit their lips bitterly, knowing they would have an earful and even a broken rib once they reported the matter of someone getting to their targets first.

Alas...it's never easy being a spy scout, or owned killer.

Who owns them? The people they work for.

1, 2, 3…

Vanish.

Boss Chu, never… never ever, ever, ever NEVER increases their daily time spent using the computer Portal.

No matter how many coins or beats cores they bring over time, he seems oblivious to wealth, never even thinking about it for a second.

Damn.

2 more hours of portal time, and you think they won't jump to the skies?

The way they looked at Boss Chu was the same way an overly obedient dog on a leash stared at its owner.

Who is their Father? Boss Chu!

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Many were quick to grab spots, but Ancestor Myu, Sect Master Leisho and a few other elders stared at Boss Chu thoughtfully.

They weren't fools.

Over the years, especially this year, many evil forces have plagued the Tah province over and over again.

They seemed to spring up from nowhere like daisies.

Ancestor Myu thoughtfully ran his hands through his beard, "Boss Chu… the contrition for additional daily portal time, is only if we are entering the realm of Dark Souls or Resident Evil, yes?"

Chu Che nodded, "For any other portal (games), it's 6 hours, as usual."

Oh?~

They looked at each other tactfully before turning their attention to Chu Che once more.

"Boss Chu, is there something you know?"

"Yes, Boss Chu. Is there some greater evil afoot that we are unaware of?"

The worry and panic in their voices and faces couldn't be masked.

What do Dark Souls and Resident Evil have in common?

The dead rising once more.

They, Profound Sect elders, have fought so many evil factions to understand the seriousness of any attacks these factions typically cause.

Don't forget that barely a week before they arrived at Wenji Town, they had just returned from a group battle where all sects joined forces to eradicate a large stream of evil cultivators using corpse bones as soldiers.

They won, but not without losses.

So… so… could it be that danger was now in Yanging? Or worse, waiting for them back in the Tah Province?

[Host, they are so smart. Look, they've already figured it out just by analyzing your little actions.]

'Yes, it's all part of my genius plan to slowly let them in. After all, how can they be able to analyze it all if I didn't release some water here and there for them to catch?"

[...]

"In short, if not for my awesomeness, they will have no chance of getting it."

[...] The system.

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