Chapter 227: Another Handsome Face
[Restore the Magic Treasure ’Black Demon Seal?’]
Song Jiulai chose yes.
[Restoring. Please wait.]
’Alright, now I have the Magic Treasure, the Black Demon Seal, with me again.’
’Of course, I can only use this thing when I have no other choice.’
’If someone finds out, I’m screwed.’
After all, she was the—man—jointly wanted by the Four Great Sects!
The identity of Song Abao could only become dust in the annals of history.
But if the Black Demon Seal were to appear, everyone would know she had changed her identity.
She mounted her gourd and set off toward Liu Xian City. With her Spiritual Energy protecting her, even the raging winds along the way felt gentle.
Song Jiulai squinted her eyes and suddenly heard a voice: "So hungry, so hungry..."
She looked down and saw that the scorpion she’d been carrying had woken up at some point.
"Hungry, hungry, hungry! All you know how to do is be hungry and sleep—Dammit!"
Before she could finish her sentence, the scorpion plunged its stinger right into Song Jiulai’s wrist.
As it sucked her blood, it even cried out, "So fierce, so fierce..."
Song Jiulai: "..."
Not knowing the scorpion’s origin, seeing no immediate harm, and having already spent a huge amount of energy on it, Song Jiulai could only endure.
This scorpion was drinking her blood. Normally, this amount of blood loss would be nothing to a Cultivator.
They could recover on their own.
But after this scorpion drank her blood, her recovery speed was far too slow. Song Jiulai had to pop a Blood Replenishing Pill to compensate.
She then pinched the scorpion, which was now full and content, and observed it carefully before muttering, "Useless thing."
This time, the scorpion changed its line: "Useless thing, useless thing!"
Song Jiulai: "...Why do I feel like it’s mocking me?"
The system, shamelessly biased, said, "No way. You heard wrong. You’re the most useful person there is."
Song Jiulai: "..."
A faint sense of dread for her own future washed over her.
’If it were just for a few years, or even a decade, that would be one thing. But for the long road ahead, I might have to face a mentally unstable system and a whole family of ducks.’
Song Jiulai’s thoughts turned to the new batch of players. "By the way, it’s about that time. Is the portal about to close for this batch?"
The system replied, "There’s still one who hasn’t arrived."
Song Jiulai flew into a rage. "Someone actually dares to not cherish a spot from me?! Who is it?!"
System: "They’re here. Squeaked in right at the last second."
And this final player who made it in just under the wire was a male player.
After opening his eyes and entering the game, he heard the system’s voice.
"Welcome to the Yunzhou Continent."
The man remained silent.
The system didn’t mind. After reciting all its lines, it prompted him to choose a puppet and begin character creation.
When the man clearly saw the lifelike puppet through his own consciousness, a trace of astonishment finally flickered in his eyes.
After a moment, he wanted to reach out and try to touch the puppet.
But he discovered he was now like a ball of consciousness, with thoughts but no body.
This horrified him. ’How is this possible?’
He asked it out loud, "Why is this?"
Human consciousness has always been a mysterious topic in the vast expanse of the universe.
And the biggest question is whether ’consciousness’ continues to exist after the physical body decays and perishes.
He never expected to get a partial answer here today.
’According to them, people fall into a deep sleep after entering the game. So is this a world of consciousness?’
But the system’s answer was even more simple and crude: "It’s high-tech. You wouldn’t understand even if I told you."
The man: "..."
The corner of his mouth twitched. He was beginning to understand why those people said this system was rather... abstract.
He added, "A technology that transcends time and space?"
This time, the system didn’t answer, only urging him, "Do you wish to proceed with character creation?"
Only then did the man look at the puppet.
Following the system’s explanation, he learned that he could use his consciousness to control and alter the puppet.
This person’s reaction speed was no less than Qing Guo’s; he quickly understood what to do.
And then, the system once again witnessed the birth of a magnificently handsome face.
It was the kind of face that, if Song Jiulai saw it on the street, she would watch it until it was ten thousand miles away.
It possessed a feminine softness, yet it could also make one feel an absolute sense of pressure.
The truly great faces are always androgynous.
’What a great 3D modeler!’
System: "Nice face. I’m stealing it. In the future, I’ll give you one point whenever a player loads this template."
Fortunately, this person didn’t haggle with the system. He was just a little surprised before agreeing, "Mm."
System: "Please enter your ID."
The man thought for a moment. "Let’s just go with Wuming."
System: "Five-word IDs are not currently supported."
The man: "..."
He heaved a deep sigh. "Wuming!"
System: "ID created successfully. Please choose your login location. The game currently supports five Sects..."
"Tai..." Wuming paused for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "Did anyone else choose the Taixue Sect?"
"Of course. More than one."
The system replied in a friendly tone, "Do you want to choose the Taixue Sect as well?"
Wuming’s eyes narrowed.
Then he said decisively, "I’ll go to the Sea View Sect."
This, however, came as a bit of a surprise to the system.
As expected, most of the new players in this batch still chose the safe option, the Feique Sect.
However, quite a few also chose the Liuyun Sect and the Taohua Sect.
After all, new Sects meant new opportunities.
Not only could they enjoy the resources from the Longevity Sect, but if they joined another Sect and managed to climb to a top position, they would receive additional resources as well.
Qing Guo wasn’t the only one who chose the Taixue Sect; two other very confident players also selected it.
The Sea View Sect had four, and with Wuming, that made five.
It seemed this batch of players was quite daring.
"Confirm Sea View Sect?"
Wuming nodded. "Confirmed."
"Alright. Your login point will be a random location within the Sea View Sect. Please handle things yourself from there."
After that was said, Wuming closed his eyes and logged into the game.
Ready to begin his magnificent gaming career.
The system also showed Wuming’s face to Song Jiulai.
"Look at the face this guy created."
Song Jiulai’s heart blossomed with joy as she looked at these faces. "How did this batch of players get so good at character creation?"
The system said, "Only he and Qing Guo are that good. Most of the others are just so-so. But overall, they’re much better than the previous batches. It’s probably because the default faces you made this time were so hideously offensive to gods and men alike that nobody could stand them, so everyone tried their best to customize their own."
Song Jiulai was at a loss for words. "How can you blame me for that? Wasn’t it because I was rushed and didn’t have enough time? I had to make one hundred and fifty puppets in one week. Do you have any idea how much pressure that is?"
She abruptly changed the subject. "Oh right, speaking of Magic Treasures, I need to take a trip to the True Treasure Pavilion. That woman sold me a Disposable Magical Treasure for fifty Mid-grade Spirit Stones, but when Honghuang and the other two went to buy, she even threw one in for free! It hurts my heart, like it’s bleeding. I have to go take advantage of this deal—no, I mean, I have to go demand justice!"
System: "..."