I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players

Ning Zheng knew full well that this Chaotic Yellow Immortal Venerate was trying to drag him into the water!

Rarity makes value.

The three Immortal Venerate Ancient Tombs each have their own use.

The Space Tomb is a series of tomb-worlds that can be used as main bases. Ning Zheng just picked one as his main base, and it’s incredibly handy!

The Life Tomb is made of one Life Tao Fruit after another, hidden inside living beings. It looks small in size, but there’s another universe inside... this dungeon can also be entered and explored.

The Time Ancient Tomb, the one and only existence, is the priciest of all... Right now all the so‑called Time Immortal Venerate tombs that have been "found" are fake tombs—projections of that single Time Tomb. Time itself has a mirage‑like property.

This thing is currently right in the dead center of the Immortal Vein Domain; the twelve domains of the Immortal Realm were built around this Time Ancient Tomb!

The Immortal Stones that litter the land as currency—eight or nine out of ten are specialty products from inside the Time Ancient Tomb!

From this it’s clear.

Just how precious the Time Immortal Venerate Ancient Tomb of the Immortal Vein Domain is.

Not to mention, the other party had vaguely hinted that this thing can connect straight through to the distant ancient past...

Although he didn’t know what level that prehistoric era was at, maybe it was related to the three Great Ancient Immortal Venerates who are eternally Undying...

But with so many Immortal Venerates fighting over it, it has to be something really good.

"Please allow us some time to think it over."

Ning Zheng deliberately put on a pondering look. "Senior should know that a force like ours isn’t ruled by just one person. It’s really hard for me alone to make a decision."

"That should indeed be the case."

Chaotic Yellow Immortal Venerate said, "In the near future, Your Excellency should try to go out less. As for that Life Tomb Tao Fruit, I don’t know whose body it’s hiding in... nor do I know when it will explode."

"After all, our Netherworld isn’t ruled by me alone either. I can’t make decisions all by myself."

He said something similar to Ning Zheng’s words, then cupped his hands in farewell, smiling as he left.

Ning Zheng knew that this Immortal Venerate was warning him.

And he believed that this Immortal Venerate probably really didn’t know where their bomb had been hidden...

After all, the guy ran over here all the time; chances are this matter really isn’t under his jurisdiction.

"But a threat is still a threat." Ning Zheng mused. "Their bomb might not be as powerful as the Space Tomb bomb model, but it’s portable, covert, and has long since been lying low inside the Immortal Realm..."

From their perspective, this move of theirs is extremely clever—a textbook carrot‑and‑stick.

But if you’re the one on the receiving end of the stick, you’re going to feel rotten.

"Still too weak."

Ning Zheng pondered what he should do down the line.

My Sword Casting Manor is ultimately being held over the fire by all these Immortal Venerates!

Run for it?

Of course he could run.

They can’t catch him anyway; he always has a retreat. The problem is, if he runs, he won’t have this platform anymore—who’s going to help him earn resources then?

The True Immortal Realm is the real resource glutton!

Haven’t you seen how all those orthodox Immortal Venerate sects churn out several Saint Children every generation to compete for Sect Leader?

Because a Sect Leader who’s a True Immortal‑level Immortal Venerate seed has hundreds of times the resource consumption of an ordinary True Immortal.

The Immortal‑Becoming resources for a single True Immortal Great Perfection are at least tens of millions of Upper Grade Immortal Stones, hollowing out over half the family fortunes of a normal Ink Charm Sect. Based on that, what kind of concept is "hundreds of times"?

"Those Immortal Venerates really are loaded!" Ning Zheng gnashed his teeth, thinking again of that Chaotic Yellow Immortal Venerate. "Even with things like this, they can still produce one per generation? Guess the poor really don’t deserve to become Immortals!"

He couldn’t be bothered to think any further.

He called over Jiucai Rong and told him the entire content of the conversation, letting their management figure out their own stance.

One person’s wits are short.

Let them come up with a plan; he would make the final decision.

...

Time flew.

In the blink of an eye it was dusk.

Chongshan Town had already been rebuilt to about seventy or eighty percent.

Along the way you could see various NPCs—Su Yuniang, Jiucai Rong, and the Medical Fairy—hanging lanterns and putting out little ornaments, basically the finishing touches.

The three NPC squads were actually pretty diligent.

Aside from the rebuilding, a group of cultivators outside who had accepted "information gathering quests" had also brought back news about the surroundings.

Some of the nearby ancient towns had also started rebuilding, and their speed wasn’t any slower than Chongshan Town’s.

But there weren’t any living people in them anymore.

Meanwhile, the ghost tides outside were surging; hordes of ancient soldiers were frantically attacking the Immortal Realm, a dense black mass. Just in the surrounding area alone, there were thirteen separate branches of ghost tide.

The exaggeration was off the charts; it was basically like playing an arena, or a Gu‑raising game?

Anyway, at six‑thirty in the evening—

The bonfire blazed, and on the huge plaza a crowd of people were eating barbecue.

"Brothers, let’s get hyped!"

"Next, I will dedicate a song—’Fahai Does Not Understand Love’..."

...

A bunch of cheerful smiths were shooting the breeze, happy as could be.

The Celestial Immortals, after two months, had also grown used to the nightly bonfire parties, eating and drinking with them and enjoying the food.

And happiness is contagious.

Seeing them so happy, the other masked Immortals, relying on the fact that no one online knew who they were, also started acting like keyboard warriors and getting hyped.

Each one was loosening up like crazy; some even started doing keyboard politics—cursing out certain Immortal Venerates, ranting about some people’s lack of vision...

Anyway, they were just talking about everything under the sun.

Even True Immortal Momei and True Immortal Danding, the two who had joined in the first batch, were sitting around the bonfire, eating good food, smiling broadly. "Life is really good like this, joy every single day."

True Immortal Danding nodded. "This kind of atmosphere, even if there weren’t so many benefits, would still make for a pretty good place to relax."

You had to admit, the sand‑sculpture smiths’ genuine happiness and lively energy, plus their endless sand‑sculpture jokes and goofy ’eating dirt’ antics...

It really did make quite a few people feel this was fun.

They even discovered a certain advantage: eating dirt.

Switch race, eat dirt, mud gluten, mud burgers... still tastes pretty good.

Some people completely let themselves go, figuring no one knows who they are in real life, already slinging their arms over each other’s shoulders and lying on the ground gnawing on the mountain.

Upholding that whole blacksmith creed: beneath our feet lies a mountain of desserts!

"I actually feel pretty good." The campfire flickered; listening to the laughter all around, True Immortal Mo Mei relaxed from the bottom of her heart.

"It is pretty good." True Immortal Dan Ding’s expression was a bit odd. "It’s just that no matter what happens they’re happy. The world’s already ending, there’s bloodbaths everywhere outside, and they can still flip their mood just like that."

True Immortal Mo Mei nodded heavily, fully agreeing.

Beside her, eating together with Ye Tian’ai and cultivating under his master, the Night Emperor:

"I can’t help feeling that the nightly campfire party culture of these dumb blacksmiths has already started rubbing off on these Immortals."

Forget it, it’s none of his business anyway.

It was almost seven in the evening; log out, then cultivate.

The time spent gaming in the day had to be earned back twice over!

The Night Emperor still felt uneasy. With things so chaotic outside, at this rate even True Immortals were going to die violent deaths...

Even if his master was in that True Immortal Great Perfection bracket, there was still the danger of falling...

Should he think of a way to trick his master into Sword Casting Manor’s core base and leave the Immortal Realm?

The Night Emperor was a professional in the Way of Lurking, and knew a gentleman does not stand beneath a crumbling wall.

He had read no shortage of prehistoric-flow novels.

When the Tribulation of the Era arrives, Tribulation Qi is born; causalities entangle each other, divinations interweave, and gradually you lose all control—he feared there might not be a single Great Power that doesn’t fall...

If it really doesn’t work out, he should first run back to the Celestial Destiny World to hide!

Over in the Celestial Destiny World, he could still log into Sword Casting Manor just the same.

Anyway, every now and then he would go check on the Celestial Destiny World to see his rebellious son, and have his ministers research some Taoist projects while he was at it.

Seven in the evening.

After logging out, the Night Emperor laid out his idea once through.

True Immortal Mo Mei looked at this obedient disciple, speechless. This guy really was into lurking—already planning to run?

But that daytime bomb really had intimidated her.

"It can be considered." True Immortal Mo Mei wasn’t stupid. Now that she had a vest, it was extremely clever to distance herself from the Immortal Realm and act through the vest first.

...

...

Seven in the evening.

The blacksmiths here logged out as well.

None of them were in the slightest affected by the four nukes that hit the Immortal Realm; everyone was in great spirits.

Each was making posts:

"Su Yuniang: A brand-new build, Taoist Ten Thousand Beasts Style!"

[Hello everyone, I’m Su Yuniang. As we all know, the blacksmiths’ combat power is about to fall off a cliff; our DPS needs an update.]

[After my big sis Sun Moon Lady and I racked our brains, we finally developed an Ultimate Skill, ’Multi-Dimensionalization of the Great Freedom Tao Scripture,’ that points straight at the ultimate Dao and can be called a world-shocking Ultimate Skill.]

[This Dharma Method was created with True Immortal Mo Mei providing Beast Taming techniques, the Night Emperor occasionally running back to the Celestial Destiny World to combine Daoist Corpse Control and Corpse Refinement techniques, then merging it with Sun Moon Lady’s world-shocking wisdom!]

...

Ning Zheng clicked it open for a look.

The boasting was earth-shaking, long-winded to no end.

To sum it up simply: Sun Moon Su Yuniang’s Beast Taming Faction was starting to be perfected.

Embers couldn’t grow.

So they went to True Immortal Mo Mei and developed a Dharma Method for raising Ghost Beasts.

After all, that’s how the Ten Thousand Beasts Domain was.

You’d had every type of "friend" there; ghost-type Techniques could be tamed too.

You refine your own "Fierce Ghost," then combine it with Taoist Corpse Control techniques, and the combat power isn’t weak.

Currently, the Jiucai Rong NPC, Medical Fairy NPC, and Su Yuniang NPC have all entered this faction, mass-producing clone NPCs that can not only maintain the city but also go for the Ten Thousand Ghosts Unite route.

On this, Ning Zheng neither affirmed nor denied.

Promising? Of course it was very promising!

After countless clones fuse, they’d probably reach Celestial Immortal–level combat power—that was already extremely strong.

Don’t treat True Immortals like trash—True Immortals were very rare.

But this really wasn’t of much use to Ning Zheng.

Ning Zheng was about to step into the True Immortal Realm; his clones at 50% combat power could steamroll Same Tier True Immortals.

He alone was equivalent to a massive True Immortal Army.

He wasn’t even lacking in True Immortal–level combat power; what he lacked was Immortal Venerate–level.

Beneath Immortal Venerate, all are ants.

That’s why he was thinking of reviving Jiumu Qing, who had already been True Immortal Great Perfection in life, then pushing her up to the Immortal Venerate tier... to act as his Guardian.

Of course, True Immortal Mo Mei could also serve as a point of reference.

True Immortal Mo Mei was a person at True Immortal Great Perfection, just a hair’s breadth away from breaking into Immortal Venerate...

But within the Immortal Realm, how many True Immortal Perfections were just one hair’s breadth short?

Ning Zheng took a look.

[True Immortal Mo Mei breakthrough: 20 trillion Qi Fortune Value.]

Ning Zheng: ???

Sorry, pretend I never saw that.

That much Qi Fortune Value could get him how many Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasures already.