I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players

Chongshan Town, right in the center of the Marketplace.

Huge changes were happening within the Chongshan Family.

The Patriarch guarding Chongshan Town, the strongest Celestial Immortal Third Layer Cultivator, wasn’t a Pseudo-human, but a Painter.

Right now, countless Chongshan Family elites were being wiped out in one sweep.

With the head of the family being the mole, most of the Elders met a bitter end, staring in despair as their own Human Immortal disciples were possessed one after another.

Puchi!

Puchi!

One Pseudo-human Three Flowers after another crawled into these Human Immortals’ brains.

The Elders, gravely injured and fallen to the ground, roared in fury:

"Chongshan Ping, you’ve got no humanity!"

"You’re insane, our family, our family..."

"You’re not planning to use these things to possess our brains too, are you?"

Listening to the Elders bellowing from the floor, the Patriarch didn’t get angry. "Relax, right now the possession limit of Pseudo-humans is only Human Immortal."

Hands clasped behind his back, he paced around and said with a faint smile:

"Even if they possess Human Immortals, because of the Restrictions in the brain, they can’t get the memories. It’s like a newborn taking over this empty Human Immortal shell—Combat Power is very weak."

"And as Celestial Immortal Elders who can’t be possessed, I can only have you gamble on your Luck."

As he spoke, under the Elders’ terrified gazes, he picked up the butcher’s knife. "Hopefully, with a 50% chance, you’ll crawl back up again."

Puchi!

With one stroke, a Celestial Immortal Elder’s blood splattered.

Just then, heavy Duang Duang banging suddenly came from the gate outside.

A few Miscellaneous Fish Ladies secretly slipped in, sneaking around everywhere, and suddenly saw the Patriarch in the main hall raising his knife.

Su Yuniang’s expression froze, and she said in a small voice, "You guys keep going. We’ll just walk around and have a look, pretend you didn’t see me."

The Chongshan Family Patriarch let out a cold laugh, just about to raise the butcher’s knife and give Su Yuniang a slash as well.

"One of our own!"

Su Yuniang was a sly little Ghost. She immediately chopped off her own head and hugged it in her arms. "See? We’re all one of our own."

The Town Master of Chongshan fell into thought.

This was an Embers.

Could this be some little female bandit who died, but still kept her former behavioral logic and went around stealing everywhere?

Even if she’d stolen her way into his own home.

But since she was "one of our own," it wasn’t impossible to understand and forgive.

Just then.

Another Su Yuniang’s shout came from the side: "Hey, did you get anything good over there?"

Su Yuniang looked embarrassed, glanced at the Patriarch, then turned and yelled to the distant Su Yuniang, "Nothing good over here. Let’s go dig up the treasure vault on the other side of his place."

The Patriarch watched these so-called "one of our own" running back and forth... hauling bricks, pounding the floor, uprooting the Immortal Peach trees from generations of the courtyard.

His mind was full of questions: why are there so many of ’our own’?

He lowered his head and chopped down another Celestial Immortal Elder.

The second one finally popped Embers—one Celestial Immortal Elder’s Embers stood up.

The Chongshan Family steadied themselves: this 50% chance of popping Embers only gave one, right?

So how come that person had so many Embers?

Kill her once, did she pop hundreds of Embers?

The Patriarch felt this problem was beyond his comprehension.

Outside was a noisy mess.

"Misc Fish, don’t steal stuff from me."

"Misc Fish, who are you calling names?"

"Tch, playing mind games with me? You go grab stuff over there, this side—the Patriarch’s bedroom—is mine to explore!"

"So much money, so much money!"

Watching the bouncing Su Yuniangs hopping around, his mind went completely blank:

These overly lively girls... just what type of Ghost are they supposed to be?

But just as he was lost in thought, a whole Su Yuniang army madly rushed in through the door.

"Is it him?"

"It’s him!" The first Su Yuniang who’d entered shouted loudly, "I saw him stab the Celestial Immortal Elders to death."

Another Su Yuniang looked utterly disdainful: "These Misc Fish Celestial Immortals are so lame. Stab the belly and they die—this kind of guy is an Immortal?"

Another Su Yuniang mocked, "Forget the belly. When we play ball, we just take off our own heads as the ball, then put the heads back on after the basketball game."

Watching Su Yuniang after Su Yuniang pour in, the Chongshan Family’s expression finally turned completely grave. "You, you all are..."

The first Su Yuniang who came in let out a cold laugh and said contemptuously:

"Idiot, I’m waiting for people. What are you waiting for?"

...

Boom!

When Ning Zheng used her Dharma Aspect to check on Chongshan Town—

The Patriarch was already fighting the blacksmiths.

They charged forward one after another, unafraid of death.

Anyway, once they died, their Iron-skinned Man lump corpses could still be picked up and reused.

"Kill!"

"Kill, clear the dungeon!"

"Patriarch Chongshan, it might be a bit dizzy the first time, but you gotta endure."

Rumble rumble.

Terrifying explosions rolled through the entire estate.

This Celestial Immortal expert kept trading blows with the blacksmiths.

Human Immortals could still fight it out with Celestial Immortals.

Because Celestial Immortals only evolved their Divine Techniques into Laws; they were still just single-unit Combat Power.

Only True Immortals, advancing to Domains, wouldn’t fear being surrounded like this.

Right now, the blacksmiths were using the wisdom essence jointly developed by the True Immortals: the Mountain Cauldron Hundred-Person Array!

The Patriarch finally realized where this familiar déjà vu was coming from.

"It’s you! You’re those Iron-skinned Men from Celestial Destiny Village under Sword Casting Manor. It’s you, Food God, and that troublemaker Shao Chaikun!"

The besieged Food God froze. "May I ask this Heaven’s Chosen brother’s ID?"

"I’m Chongshan Ping," the Patriarch couldn’t help saying. Since the Golden Core Business Alliance was right here, he had entered that Illusion Realm before.

"Chongshan Ping?"

Shao Chaikun’s eyes lit up. "So it’s you—ranked 347th on the Celestial Immortal Combat Power leaderboard, famous as ’Iron Fist Invincible Chongshan Ping.’ Pleasure, pleasure, I’ve eaten barbecue with you and chatted in the big canteen about how to fight."

Chongshan Ping’s expression eased a bit. He quietly stepped back, looking at the grinning blacksmiths with a hint of wariness:

"I didn’t expect you to refine the characters that True Immortals created for you in-game into reality as well, forming a puppet army."

Chongshan Ping chuckled. "I’m one of our own..."

"Yeah, since you’ve dropped a Heaven’s Chosen ID, you’re one of our own. I even remember running dungeons with you." Yan Shuangying, beside him, chatted while stabbing a knife into his kidney.

Chongshan Ping went completely numb and smacked Yan Shuangying flying. "You... didn’t you say one of our own?"

He hadn’t even finished when he saw another old friend slam a shovel down on his foot, reminiscing with him. "How’s the foot-prying technique I learned from you?"

Chongshan Ping was suddenly speechless.

He looked at the hundreds of copy-paste Su Yuniangs standing on the walls, at the gate, in the sky, and the group of blacksmiths... tightly surrounding him, silent for a long time.

Because this was exactly the encirclement array he often used with these Heaven’s Chosen to fight bosses. He never thought that today, the boss would turn out to be himself.