I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players

Sword Casting Manor.

Jiucai Rong was overseeing the construction of Golden Core factories, listening to the battle reports from the front line dungeons, and he was left speechless.

He looked at the last line:

[This is a military exercise for the rise of Daoist civilization in the Immortal Realm!]

[Please, Commercial Department’s Jiucai Rong, continue expanding the Golden Core, spreading stories, to raise the flag high for our Daoist civilization, so that our soldiers, the fourth-day calamity, can invade the Immortal Realm in the future!]

The report ended here.

"They really are a handful!"

Jiucai Rong complained, "Do they really want to use Daoists to meddle in the Immortal Realm and become one of the giants? To integrate Celestial Destiny World into the Immortal Realm, becoming the Fourteenth Immortal Domain?"

He was in charge of economic and commercial trade.

Recently, the Golden Core was quite busy, and he believed that Food God and Shao Chaikun, Su Yuniang, the three giants, had experience with dungeons.

But their current achievements were somewhat speechless.

Night Mad Cultivator also sighed, "Well, as long as the ending is good, they’ve already taken the flesh and blood from that Soul Bubble and synthesized it for analysis."

Jiucai Rong didn’t want to say anything more, "The mural plot shot from the dungeon is still being analyzed, not good to expose it."

"Yes."

Night Mad Cultivator nodded, "For the next Chapter of the Golden Core main storyline, just record a long shot of the mural; exposing too much ancient information might catch the Immortal Venerate’s attention."

Currently, they were still ordinary Golden Core industries.

It was a somewhat novel but very strong side-effect kind of Pill Medicine that even True Immortals didn’t care much about.

After all, the Immortal Realm is the number one domain in the world, where countless civilizations erupt, with new techniques and specialties emerging endlessly every year.

Almost every few years, there’s a technological update.

Take the previous Ten Thousand Beasts Domain, which used to be all about Beast Taming, but not long ago, they developed to command nine weapons.

The Golden Core in front of us was just a local small-scale technological eruption.

But if ancient Immortal Venerate history were exposed, it would be easy to draw attention.

"Forget it, don’t worry about them, let’s focus on our Golden Core business first." Jiucai Rong didn’t bother to intervene.

With the advancement of the era, they were increasingly like a massive sandbox online game.

The number of players was growing, with various guilds, professions, and side and main quests, not something he alone could manage!

He was known as the one who coordinated everything, Jiucai Rong the Manager.

But did those scallions really listen to his management?

Especially now, each profession area’s responsible person, these old blacksmiths, each had their own division, managing themselves.

Often, all he could do was gather them into the management room for meetings.

Time quickly moved to the second day.

The Golden Core story in the Immortal Realm, after a few days of fermentation, had received some reputation, but it was just a reputation.

Development speed could only be termed as steady progress.

Various franchise stores also started trying to collaborate to work on Golden Core stories, but their stories were still in development.

One or two days couldn’t finish them.

And the blacksmiths began to continue logging into dungeons.

Placing the resurrected Kong Jinghong outside the Historical Painting Wall’s corridor, in front of a group of patrol soldiers.

Newly resurrected Kong Jinghong, still maintained the logic of first resurrection, looking around blankly, with almost the same psychological activity as before.

Lonely, confused, attempting to enter the Immortal Venerate Palace, searching for the Immortal Venerate.

Running wildly!

As if attempting to break free from this atmosphere of loneliness and despair through such frenzied running.

Passing through the mural, a light shone before his eyes.

Whoosh!

White light dissipated.

He saw figures inside the Immortal Palace.

A group posed in various cool standing stances, wearing their clan’s clothes and attire, exuding the aura of their race.

"You’re here, tribesman."

They looked serious, reached out and grabbed.

Space surged, and in each Venerable’s hand appeared knives, guns, swords, halberds, the eighteen weapons, each like celestial gods going on an expedition, majestic and flashy.

This?

Kong Jinghong looked at the group posing, feeling a vague sense of incongruity.

With a meticulous and delicate mind, he carefully observed and suddenly shouted:

"False gods! Who are you monsters and spirits, daring to impersonate our True Gods?"

Everyone was taken aback.

No way, how did he figure it out this time?

But it didn’t matter.

They laughed sinisterly and surrounded him.

"Kid, you know too much, it’s time to get rid of you."

"Let’s first torture you to find our flaws, then fix them next time!"

"Kid, if you don’t want to suffer, be honest!"

...

In Kong Jinghong’s terrified gaze, a group of blacksmiths surrounded him for an attack.

The second boss battle officially began!

Fight buffs, engaged!

Bloodthirst Pill, eat!

Golden Body Technique, activate!

Facial Art, activate!

This time, they had experience and were familiar with some of the boss’s skills, fighting back and forth, they soon took the opponent down.

This made the Food God nod frequently:

"Not bad, not bad. After the open beta, the newbie blacksmiths coming in every day are so pampered."

"They’re not like us old blacksmiths who’ve gone through boss battles in dungeons over and over, and now this is a fight after fight, making up for the experience of opening dungeons."

Soon, they gained battle experience and were ready to continue tomorrow.

Furthermore, they discussed in a wave, studying how to act tomorrow without revealing any flaws.

In the end, they even invited the old steward to participate: "Lord Steward, we need your cooperation tomorrow."

Ning Zheng was down the mountain eating melon, cultivating, and received the communication from the blacksmiths.

"What do you plan to do?" Ning Zheng frowned.

The Food God said: "Didn’t the Lord of the Manor take the Supreme Treasure of that Immortal Venerate? We want to try and see if we can take it out and put on a show."

"In addition, we would like to invite you to sit on the throne, hold that one’s treasure, and passionately perform as the Space Immortal Venerate once."

Ning Zheng: "..."

Do you have the old steward addicted to playing the emperor or what?

Previously, it was the Sea Bone Demon Emperor, now an ancient Immortal Venerate?

Has the old steward become the emperor’s professional actor in your eyes?

Ning Zheng pondered for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

Regarding this dungeon strategy, Ning Zheng still paid close attention, constantly monitoring.

Disaster and blessing come hand in hand.

With heavenly opportunities, a slight mistake could lead to life danger.

Of course, Ning Zheng would help if he could, after all, it wasn’t a big deal.

This server, although it absorbed the Space Throne and Space Dagger, could still reshape itself.

After Ning Zheng agreed to appear tomorrow, he left.

The blacksmiths, on the other hand, discussed excitedly.

"I have to go back and knock on the Wooden Fish, pray to the tomb master to bless us for tomorrow’s smooth success and let us acknowledge our ancestors!"

"What do you think, should we shout like this when acting as ministers tomorrow: It’s cold, the old steward should add an Immortal Venerate’s garment."

"We should definitely do that, that’s how it adds flavor."

"Don’t be ridiculous. According to our suspicions, the old steward might really be the Space Immortal Venerate?"

"Am I acting as myself?"

"Hiss!!"

A group of blacksmiths started a bizarre brainwave.

In reality, they couldn’t tell the truth, but playing with memes was never wrong.

Linking the old steward with the Space Immortal Venerate is cool, isn’t it?

"Those who understand do understand, knowing the old steward’s background is enough, don’t spread it."

"I know."

"Of course, we won’t blurt it out."

"We will definitely not expose that our Sword Casting Manor’s old steward is the reincarnation of the Embers of the Space Immortal Venerate, living a second life."

A group of blacksmiths were muttering.

This scene made the Marriage Dress Town Master take out a journal and observe them again:

"What do they actually understand? It’s baffling."

...

Next morning.

The new dungeon started.

Kong Jinghong opened his eyes, confused as he looked around.

"Didn’t I die? Am I still alive? What era is this, my mana is heavily suppressed by the era’s environment."

Just like before, he began walking along the space gallery.

Step!

Step, step!

All the way along the mythological painted wall, running wildly, the end of the corridor ahead was dazzling with light.

When he crossed the light, arriving at the end of the corridor, he saw a majestic mythological scene.

Bang!

The doors of the gallery closed with a bang.

That figure sat on the majestic space throne.

He was draped in a luxurious cloak, his vast figure seemed to support an endless and vast multidimensional space, a wave of his sleeve opening up all heavens and myriad realms.

He held a space dagger in his hand, its sharpness seemed to tear dimensions apart, carrying the lamenting voices of enemies from countless civilizations.

This scene seemed to be set in mythological history, corresponding remotely with an ancient majestic figure,

The impact of this moment was unforgettable for a lifetime.

"How dare you!"

One sacred figure after another, grasped weapons of various styles in the void, shouting in unison:

"Seeing the Space Immortal Venerate of Kong Country, why do you not bow?"