I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players

"I should’ve struck while the iron was hot and found another spot for a Tao Fruit bomb."

Ning Zheng was a bit displeased.

But it was just a complaint.

He found three fake bombs before discovering a real one, and now spend 400 billion Qi Fortune Value to find a second one?

If he spends that money again, he’ll have only over 100 billion left in his pocket.

It’s absolutely necessary to have some fortune to save his life.

His fate is unpredictable, with a fortune value of 0.

Not like an Immortal Venerate, whose fate seems fixed, like a health bar that naturally recovers by thousands or tens of billions daily?

He needs this fortune value to save his life!

Only then can he escape when many Immortal Venerates are fighting their bloody battles and hide away to watch the show.

The Immortal Realm is too dangerous right now!

Now, a Bai Pingtian costs 500 billion. Naturally, he was even more reluctant to spend it, which is nearly half the price of an Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasure.

Even though that Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasure is various furniture.

Fruit knife, cloak, storage box, chair...

But nominally, it’s an Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasure worth 800 billion each!

"Forget it, what comes is luck, what goes is destiny." Ning Zheng knocked out the Bai Pingtian directly and stole him away.

He didn’t even bother to cover it up.

Who cares if that bomb is being shadowed?

Anyway, it’s stolen, and now no divination can trace it to me. The world is so chaotic right now.

After Ning Zheng left.

A nearby Immortal responsible for monitoring was suddenly panic-stricken, his legs went weak with fright: "It’s over, it’s over... I can’t escape the blame, I fear risking a 50% chance with this life."

The news was quickly reported.

Several Immortal Venerates in charge of the matter frowned slightly: "This theft is no coincidence. At our level, nothing involving luck is a mere accident."

"I wonder who has such means."

"Forget it, never mind, he must have divined several fake tombs and expended a lot before grabbing a real one."

"Indeed, now the heavenly secrets are confused, and divination is even harder, the remaining ones are surely safe, no need to move them."

The second batch of nuclear deterrence is just one of many tactics in this vast large-scale battlefield.

Although they were furious, they couldn’t spare time to pursue an investigation.

The painter who had always kept in touch with them from the shadows heard about it and smiled slightly, as if he thought of something.

But he didn’t mind, continuing his painting.

He considered himself to have entered his long-desired era of war and chaos, painting the mythical elegance of fighting Immortal Venerates, the blood and tears they shed...

The Immortal Realm Ukiyo-e, already in sight.

...

...

At the foot of Sword Casting Manor, the Jiumu Sect.

With a splash.

Ning Zheng brought the unconscious Bai Pingtian here.

The abandoned ancient ruins of Jiumu Sect, a bit farther from the main base of Sword Casting Manor.

This place is relatively safe.

To avoid any mishaps with this Bai Pingtian bomb person.

At this time, the entire huge Jiumu Sect was reduced to only a few people, Jiumu Qing led the clan out, looking at that guy, curiously asking:

"Is it this person? The unfortunate Bai Pingtian’s counterpart? No wonder he’s the Manor Master, his divination is really accurate."

"The Manor Master’s abilities are naturally beyond doubt."

Ning Zheng smiled, speaking as the old steward, "See if there’s anything to pay attention to, and organize our cultivators for exploration."

"But don’t involve those outside Heaven’s Chosen, this is a secret realm exclusively for our blacksmiths."

Those Heaven’s Chosen are a mixed bunch.

Our sect’s Divine Artifact—Sword Casting Manor, provides them a controlled deity technique, and they’re busy waging war in the Immortal Realm.

If we expose this bomb to them, wouldn’t it be telling Chaotic Yellow Immortal Venerate:

"You went ahead to threaten us at Sword Casting Manor with a bomb, and we went and stole your bomb right after?"

That’s not good!

It greatly damages our friendship.

It greatly damages our collaboration with Chaotic Yellow Immortal Venerate and others.

Makes us seem vengeful.

Jiucai Rong also expressed his view:

"It indeed doesn’t look good! Makes me, Xirong Che Guevara, seem like I was threatened in the morning and stole someone’s electric bike that night!"

Night Mad Cultivator, with a serious face, shouted loudly: "Exactly, exactly! We can’t let them misunderstand us, Sword Casting Manor never loves stealing electric bikes, just loves stealing people’s wives."

Su Yuniang rolled her eyes: "What honest nonsense are you spouting? It’s not stealing, it’s gifting, gifting a hat."

Ning Zheng: "..."

These people have gone off track again.

This group of bastards never stopped talking.

Ning Zheng said: "Once you’re in, be extra careful. If you die, you die. Just be careful not to blow up the tomb, it would be a great loss if our base gets damaged."

Each blacksmith stopped boasting, standing at attention, their expressions solemn:

"Received!"

"We’re heading into the dungeon, don’t worry!"

"This Life Immortal Venerate’s Tomb won’t make any waves in our hands!"

"Rest assured, the great war outside, we’re not going to the Immortal Realm battlefield dungeon, let’s first take this Life Immortal Venerate’s tomb dungeon!"

After giving some parting words to these sand sculptures, Ning Zheng decisively left.

He had to make a trip to the Celestial Destiny World, it was about time to break through to the First Layer of True Immortal.

After all, after the chaotic war began, the Celestial Immortal Realm was no longer enough for Ning Zheng.

"In the end, it’s still too fast, it’s all the artist’s fault, such behind-the-scenes hands never stay quiet wherever they go."

...

Celestial Destiny World.

After Ning Zheng arrived here, he found something wasn’t quite right.

Temples stood everywhere on the ground, and the entire Daoist civilization had updated several versions, the systems of the Golden God becoming increasingly mature.

And above the Divine Capital in the sky, there was actually an additional sect.

Ink Plum Immortal Sect.

"Why did she change the sect name back?" Ning Zheng looked at the majestic sacred sect plaque, feeling speechless.

Clearly, it should’ve been Demon Charm.

However, this True Immortal Mo Mei actually secretly moved her headquarters to the Celestial Destiny World, escaping quite quickly.

But this Celestial Destiny World was not very suitable for Immortals like them to cultivate, not only lacking in Immortal Qi, but also too fragile.

It seemed Mo Mei had previously made a big score, with a large reserve of Immortal Stones as cultivation resources, daring to leave.

But moving the sect here was a massive daily expense, possibly unsustainable for several millennia.

"Has the Celestial Destiny World truly become the Night Emperor’s old home? Dragging the family along, it’s somewhat ridiculous." Ning Zheng couldn’t be bothered to think more, directly starting seclusion cultivation.

...

Celestial Destiny World.

True Immortal Mo Mei still gritted her teeth and stopped the behavior of being a pay-to-win pig, barely resisting the pay button, clicking the [logout] button, and opened her eyes.

"Huh? Somehow, I feel like something is spying on me, an illusion?"

She stopped thinking about it, continuing to log in.

Thinking about bringing along the core Celestial Immortal disciples of the sect to become Heaven’s Chosen, being mercenaries on the battlefield of the Super Immortal Realm, and continuing to shear wool.

After all, the battlefield is too vast now, and their Ink Plum Sect is like a drop of water in a lake, utterly inconspicuous.

Even leaving the Immortal Realm, they can still make money!

Safe, practical, and they can still instruct the Night Emperor, Ye Tian’ai in cultivation.

Lately, "Xirong Celestial Destiny Village" claimed to update the main storyline, releasing several battlefield pay packs.

If not pay-to-win, it feels like you can’t keep up with the first tier Heaven’s Chosen.

If pay-to-win, it feels like becoming the pay-to-win pig the Night Emperor mentions, only squealing brainlessly while spending big money.

How does reality feel like a game?

This organization makes her, a dignified True Immortal, unable to complain, yet she still has to log in to complete various daily tasks.

Because some of the benefits are truly enticing!

Thinking of those self-proclaimed dog planners devising main storylines, maps, daily tasks, and pulling out so many golden flashy festival packs, this Immortal Realm is bound to have its art style twisted sooner or later.

"Clearly such an outrageous, immensely powerful super war-type Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasure, a solemn and dignified catastrophe killing Divine Artifact! Yet it’s operated by a bunch of absurd creatures, twisting the art style?"

Crack!

Log in, back to the battlefield.

They saw vast worlds, surrounded by clouds and mist, being towed by fleets, embedded into the Immortal Realm like fragments of a puzzle.

"Kill!"

True Immortal Mo Mei accepted the task at the front-line camp, leading her beasts and several disciples, eyes filled with shock, witnessing the greatest horror the Immortal Realm had ever faced in her lifetime.

The sky was torn apart.

The soldiers frantically charged forward.

In each spliced world, numerous artificial terrains like lakes, mountains, lava, oceans, winds, and forests were constructed, using geography to cast their spells.

In those merged worlds, apart from the armies, there were still many civilians, these intelligent beings being engulfed by war, swallowed alive, trampled like ants by the thousands and thousands.

Then, 50% of them reincarnated, planted expressionlessly by the high-and-mighty Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate into the Holy Spirit Sky Curtain, then left unattended.

These revived civilians returned to the city, continued their previous lives of fear, wailing, despair, only to be trampled to death once more.

Revive, trample to death, revive, trample to death.

Each interconnecting bubble world of civilization was completely turned into hell, countless civilians trapped in a despairing cycle of reincarnation, amnesiac, reload, despair once more.

Crying day and night, all things shattered, the gods slaughtered, ten thousand paths extinguished.

No one cared about the life and death of the civilians, they were like roadside straw grasping at life and death, this was the vast Fifth World War covering numerous heavens.

Just as people whimpered, wailed, and despaired.

In the Immortal Realm, a group of delayed ascending Nine-State cultivators finally ascended, guided by Xin Xichen and others.

The younger generation of Jiao Wuyu, Xu Huan, Li Youzhu...

"You all came at just the right time." Xin Xichen turned around, receiving the cultivators from his homeland, "Come, the current Immortal Realm is too terrifying, too unfriendly for newly ascended immortals, let’s bring you to the first recharge."

First recharge?

Li Youzhu, Xu Huan, even the Phoenix, and Dragon Race were all silent.