I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players

So, what exactly is destiny?

Every Immortal Venerate observes their own destiny, seeking fortune and avoiding disaster.

They’re even so rational, so emotional, that they abandon their own personal feelings.

Every Immortal Venerate makes choices like a machine, rationally, weighing gains and losses through divination...

When these era-starpoints of absolute rationality gather like mist and cloud, what sort of civilizational tide will they form?

Ning Zheng suddenly felt that this Immortal Realm was running philosophical schools too.

Same route as the Nine-State line of "how do I know this moment is the real me."

Relying on destiny here, the choices one makes for oneself—are they truly one’s own heart of hearts? Is one, too, just another Embers shell following "logic"?

Will these Immortal Venerates who rely on divination one day start doubting themselves, give up divination, and shout, "how do I know this moment is the real me?"

Too philosophical.

Too abstruse.

Of course.

Ning Zheng felt maybe she was overthinking it.

She was a vested-interest type: she relied on divination, observing fortune and misfortune again and again, riding all kinds of good luck, dodging tribulations, to get to where she was now.

These days, who isn’t a slave to fate?

The current version is just like this.

Same as the prehistoric version, where everyone was a slave to life, space, and time.

"The pre-mythic era was like this, and our post-mythic era is the same... Maybe I’m just stuffed and idle?"

Ning Zheng muttered a complaint.

Next, Ning Zheng wanted to see how Chaotic Yellow Immortal Venerable planned to handle this.

Instead—

Jiucai Rong came to ask about it: why did Chongshan Town explode?

After Ning Zheng explained the whole situation, Sword Casting Manor exploded into an uproar.

Jiucai Rong: "Treasure Bottle Civilization, Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate, you’ve already chosen the path to death! My Treasure Lotus Lamp is going to invite the little brats of their civilization over as guests!"

Night Mad Cultivator: "Screw them, we gotta screw them! We Pseudo-human clan are turning on Possession Mode! We’ll possess their Treasure Bottle Civilization, then go everywhere doing steel pole dances, everywhere pimping out royal uncles, make him socially die across the Immortal Realm!"

Su Yuniang: "Gotta go to the Black Market and put up a bounty, buy the flesh and blood of their race, synthesize a landing Treasure Bottle character, our Fourth Calamity will wear their vest, wreak havoc everywhere, and make them take the blame!"

We blacksmiths choose our dad—you’re the real dad.

The blacksmiths don’t recognize you, and you wanna be dad?

This is straight-up Reversed Celestial Gang, courting death!

As players, they were even more reckless than Ning Zheng, and were about to flip the Netherworld on the spot, opening a two-front war.

The more radical ones wanted to directly abandon the "Life Immortal Venerate Ancient Tomb" dungeon, go outside for some big action, rampage through all the jigsaw Immortal Realm battlefields killing killing killing!

Let them know how fierce us players really are.

Thankfully, Ning Zheng talked them down. She didn’t want to get involved in the current chaotic bloodbath of the Immortal Realm; this vast battlefield was too terrifying, easy to attract things. Watching from the sidelines was the king’s way.

And she said they’d have Chaotic Yellow Immortal Venerable give them an explanation; if they weren’t satisfied, Xi Rong would personally take action.

So, even though Ning Zheng had issued a strict ban, the blacksmiths still went off to make all kinds of preparations.

They secretly contacted Heaven’s Chosen they knew, and some Demon Cultivators in the Black Market, buying flesh and blood of this race, and getting their Embers ready to move against Treasure Bottle characters.

First they’d make a "Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate" character to sweep toilets in Chongshan Town.

...

The blacksmiths had always been swift and decisive.

At dawn the next morning, the first batch of Treasure Bottle characters made their grand debut!

This batch of hastily synthesized characters didn’t have any particular abilities or traits, but they were already pretty useful.

This group of logged-in Treasure Bottle characters started happily hauling bricks, building houses, and rebuilding their ill-fated Chongshan Town.

Who knows how many times it’s been rebuilt already.

You can only say the Immortal Realm’s combat is really terrifying: every time they have to wipe the place clean. Luckily, the speed of wiping and rebuilding is pretty fast.

Chongshan Town went into full construction mode and was quickly rebuilt.

And the Heaven’s Chosen logged back in, looking at this rebuilt town... and at the group of Treasure Bottle characters.

Looking at a bunch of Treasure Bottle Civilization cultivators wearing sexy, racy bright-red clothes, dressed like Dancing Ladies, dolled up like Human Demons, wiggling their asses all over the place building houses.

True Immortal Momei, this Heaven’s Chosen: "???"

Wait, what?

I’ve only been offline for a day, how did Chongshan Town’s whole vibe mutate like this?

Yesterday, when Chongshan Town, this main base, got blown up, she wasn’t there in person, she’d only heard about it.

In fact, most Heaven’s Chosen weren’t in Chongshan Town, they were all busy elsewhere.

When True Immortal Momei heard the news back then, she’d felt things had gone bad—what was coming had finally come.

Any new emerging high-profit industry is destined to be pinched by Immortal Venerates.

This is history’s curse, and a law!

This is a world where personal combat strength is supreme; aside from being a dog to Immortal Venerates, there is no second option.

But today, she felt like she was witnessing a myth.

"Disciple, am I seeing things?" True Immortal Momei watched some Treasure Bottle folk who were circling a gigantic round pillar/beam, doing a steel pole dance while using spells to construct buildings.

"No, you’re not seeing things." Night Emperor fell silent. "They’ve gone insane."

"I’d already thought they were pretty into their fun."

Ye Tian’ai, being a straight-shooter, couldn’t help but laugh out loud: "Now they’ve completely dropped the act. How can you be this slutty just building a house?"

True Immortal Momei: "As long as any cultivator pays a bit of attention, who wouldn’t notice that this Xi Rong Civilization’s lives are a bit sick in the head? After all, some races are just like that—some have no fear, some are terrified of being stared at."

But True Immortal Momei’s heart wasn’t calm at all.

The whole Chongshan Town had already turned into Treasure Bottle Civilization... and next, she saw some guys setting out a basin, putting on all kinds of acrobatic performances.

They were wearing Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate’s face, doing cosplay, inviting everyone to tip...

How can anyone be this hardcore!

That’s an Immortal Venerate, an Immortal Venerate!

If an Immortal Venerate gets pissed, they’ll check your water meter and deliver the express package on site—who can stop that?

Once most of today’s Heaven’s Chosen had logged in, they saw an even more horrifying scene.

Chongshan Town had completely dropped the act.

With lilting music rising, in the central square, a group of stern, cold, long-robed Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerates began to dance in the middle of the square.

"She’s that faint streak of slanting sunlight~"

"How I wish, how I wish, that someone knew how to appreciate!"

Each word like the voice of a Devil, drilling into everyone’s minds despite themselves, while the dance moves were so seductive, so racy and sexy.

Below the stage, quite a few Heaven’s Chosen looked at that Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate’s tiny waist twisting like crazy, and it was about to snap.

"Come on, let’s have fun, we’ve got all the time in the world anyway."

"Come on, let’s fall in love, we’ve got all the foolishness in the world anyway."

Everyone just felt their eyes burning.

Countless anonymous Human Immortals, Celestial Immortals, and even True Immortals all cried out that this was bad, some of them even, after spending day and night with the blacksmith, had picked up his favorite catchphrase.

This is fucking outrageous!

Yet their eyes still couldn’t help but keep looking up; it hurt to look, but it felt insanely addictive, with some weird kind of magic to it.

The faces of the Heaven’s Chosen were starting to crack; they could barely keep a straight face.

This Xirong Business Alliance, are they really this hard-headed?

This is a blood feud.

Won’t stop until one side is Undying!

Everyone listened to the insanely catchy song, expressions complicated, each with their own thoughts.

And in the distance, the Golden Core Hall had reopened.

And at the door was written:

[Limited edition paint jobs, benefits kickback, everything 40% off for three days, buy five get one free, we’re even throwing in extra resources — what are you still waiting for?]

The Golden Core shop at the entrance still had the same setup: collect the Seven Dragon Pearls and the numbers on the Seven-Colored Balls to win the grand prize, but the Golden Core balls had actually turned into the Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate’s head.

Everyone was instantly torn; that kind of crazy promo...

"Screw it!"

One bold Heaven’s Chosen rushed up. "I’m buying myself a ticket!"

With someone taking the lead, a whole bunch of Cultivators swarmed forward.

"Let me win!"

"Let me win already!"

A crowd of people yelled and whooped inside the shop, gasping in surprise over and over.

Meanwhile, next door in the Golden Core Hall, the ping-pong tables, slot machines, and various other devices were once again flooded with customers.

"It’s over, it’s over, I’m just padding the jackpot again."

"Hahaha, I won, I won!"

True Immortal Momei watched these manly men yelling their heads off and still couldn’t make sense of these gambling addicts.

In the distance, the music was still blaring, and the hot dance continued.

"Come on, let’s have fun, we’ve got all the time in the world anyway."

Just then.

A hidden pressure suddenly descended from the sky.

"Such guts! You Xirong lot actually dare to humiliate me!"

An extremely furious voice came from the horizon.

From every shop, tavern, and Golden Core Hall, countless Cultivators poured out, staring up at the sky in fright, faces full of shock.

"You all!!"

The Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate, stifled to the limit, personally descended and roared, "Xirong, you actually humiliate me like this—you’re really courting death!"

The Heaven’s Chosen hurriedly ran, quietly withdrawing from Chongshan Town, thinking to themselves that this was the end.

We’re done for!

In his fury, Chongshan Town was going to be turned to ashes again.

But the Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate still didn’t dare make a move against the Heaven’s Chosen; after all, accidentally killing a few was one thing.

But slaughtering a whole group of them for no reason would stir up public outrage.

Yet he saw that group of Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate Dancing Ladies onstage, who were in mid-dance, lift their heads and look at the other Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate, not afraid in the slightest:

"Hmph, Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate? You actually sneak-attacked our Chongshan Town and now claim we’re humiliating you? You’re the one breaking the rules first!"

The Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate Dancing Lady sneered. "What kind of skill was that sneak attack on our Chongshan Town? If you’ve got the guts, then face us of Xirong in a proper, upright martial combat!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

The Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate’s expression was icy, carrying the coldness of an Ancient God. "You want martial combat? Then I will accompany you and make you truly submit!"

"Then bring it on!"

The Dancing Lady Immortal Venerate shouted, "Music, start!"

The melody of ’Learning to Meow’ began to play, echoing between Heaven and earth.

Those dozens of Bottle-Storage Dancing Lady Immortal Venerates started bouncing around cheerfully onstage, dancing their hearts out.

And the Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate opposite them also let out a cold laugh, flicking his sleeve. "You think I’d be scared of you? Dance battle—this lord will win fair and square too!"

With that, this Immortal Venerate took off his Immortal Venerate robe, revealing a sexy, fiery dancing-lady outfit underneath.

"Come fight, no mercy till one of us drops!"

With a furious roar, the Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate also started shaking his electric hips, his sexy slim waist twisting as he strutted step by step toward the dance troupe opposite.

"Let’s learn how to meow together~"

"Together meow meow meow meow meow~"

"Act all cutesy in front of you~"

"Aiyo meow meow meow meow meow~"

"My heart is thumping thumping loud~"

The two sides started a long-distance dance-off, their various saucy moves leaving the Heaven’s Chosen watching from afar utterly dumbfounded.

???

What the hell just happened.

Weren’t they talking about martial combat?

It took a good while before everyone realized that that terrifyingly oppressive Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate... was actually one of their own in disguise.

They even dance with a storyline??

Pretending to be a Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate who crossed over to slaughter his way into the Immortal Realm, descending in fury—turns out that was also part of today’s event festival play?

Scared us half to death.

"This!!?"

In an instant, Xin Xichen and the others, mixed into the crowd, all showed looks of shock.

The few exchanged a deeply serious glance; this staggering scene seemed to be eternally branded into their memories:

Xirong was still the same old flavor, once again using their world-shocking genius to create a world-shocking miracle in combat, once again killing an unbeatable enemy.

The Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate was probably truly killed by them.

After all, social death... is still death.