Chapter 39 Crouching Dragon and Phoenix

After taming the snow bat colony, Fluorescent Protein's first action was to try to command them to do work.

As a black-hearted capitalist, Fluorescent Protein already has several plans in mind and can definitely make good arrangements for the eight generations of snow bats.

It can be said that if one cat becomes a slave, the whole family will be sold.

She had beautiful thoughts.

Unfortunately, due to the different species, it is difficult for fluorescent proteins to accurately express their meaning through singing.

She hummed a few words, and the snow bats first touched their heads to the ground, turned half a circle, and then rubbed against each other, as if performing a close dance. Fluorescent protein waited for a while, and the snow bats unexpectedly paired up, male and female, preparing for a great harmonious exercise.

Fluorescent proteins:

Fluorescent protein tried a few more tones, and the snow bats either remained motionless or trembled.

Seeing her frown, Lancet said calmly, "It's hard to find the right tone based on luck alone. After we log off, let's find some bat records and study them."

Fluorescent Protein nodded helplessly, "Looks like we can only experiment slowly."

Although the fluorescent protein could not command the snow bats, they did not dare to attack her, so she did not have to worry about her personal safety by staying here.

Fluorescent Protein looked up at the rock face above him and asked, "Do you think we can build an underground fortress by widening the cave?"

Compared to the snowy ice fields, the underground caves are warmer and there are hot springs here. The temperature and humidity are constant year-round, making them very suitable for building plantations.

Lancet: "Go find the Shuijingzhu and take a look. If it can be widened, this place can be built into an underground base for players."

Fluorescent Protein thought of something and suddenly laughed, "For such a large area, I hope the confidence interval can offer a good price. If it's too cheap, I won't sell it."

This piece of land is her territory. If you want to build here, you have to use contribution points to rent or purchase it.

The current beta testers are all broke, and the only one who can be considered a fat sheep is Confidence Interval. Fluorescent Protein loves to rob the rich to help itself. Confidence Interval has made a lot of money lending, so it's time to make him bleed.

The sect leader had given Confidence Interval full authority to build the sect. Confidence Interval had to do his utmost to build the sect. Otherwise, it would be seen as slacking off, which would definitely give rise to criticism. If their reputation was tarnished, Confidence Interval would be ineligible for the next major project. Even if Confidence Interval was dissatisfied with the land purchase, for the sake of the sect's improvement, he couldn't refuse.

As long as the water injection survey meets the standards, the confidence interval will be used to calculate the contribution value.

Fluorescent protein calculated this accurately. She calculated the surplus of the confidence interval and had an accurate number in mind.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. The confidence interval lends money to reap the benefits, but in the end it actually benefits her. Tsk, this is life.

Lancet also thought of this. He looked at Fluorescent Protein's smug look, shook his head, and said, "The Sect Master is truly unfathomable."

Fluorescent Protein raised an eyebrow when he heard this, "What does this have to do with the Sect Master?"

Lancet explained, "How do you know that using singing to subdue the snow bats isn't the strategy set by the Sect Master?"

"The Sect Master gave Confidence Interval a huge amount of Contribution Points. Then, by lending money, Confidence Interval earned Contribution Points far exceeding those of other players. Now Confidence Interval is a bug. His existence has devalued the Contribution Points of the Immortal and Demon World, and your existence may be to fix this bug."

"Perhaps, from the moment you entered the cave, you were pushed forward by an invisible hand. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that you fell into the cave, ripped your vocal cords, and discovered that screaming could control the snow bats? Most importantly, the snow bat queen you defeated was far more powerful than you, yet you still managed to pull off a sneak attack. How many beast duels involve dancing? You won so easily."

"Everything that happened by chance might have been carefully planned. Perhaps from the very beginning, the Lord Sect Leader considered that the confidence interval would disrupt the game's balance, and designed the Batcave instance to fix the bug. And you just happened to be this chess piece."

When The Lancet reported on fluorescent protein, I felt a mixture of emotions.

The master is so terrifying!

Every step he took was under his control, and the complacency in Fluorescent Protein's heart turned into blind worship of the sect leader.

This man is so smart!

You are worthy of being me, Master Sect Leader!

Fluorescent Protein spoke with difficulty, his voice a little hoarse, "I understand, I understand everything. What should I do next?"

Lancet smiled, "You get it." "Confidence intervals can become bugs, and so can you. Too much contribution points can't be retained. Instead of waiting for the Sect Master to choose players to fix the bug, it's better to take the initiative. After getting the contribution points, find a way to spend them in the name of building the sect."

"For daily tasks, the clan leader sets a fixed contribution value reward. It's unlikely they'll pay more contribution value to reward players. You can use the contribution value earned as extra rewards to actively participate. For example, players who complete basic tasks for a week can come to you to claim extra contribution value rewards. This will better motivate players to work harder."

Fluorescent Protein understood a little, "You mean, I use contribution points to buy reputation?"

Lancet smiled, "That's about right. They all say money is the boss. If you reward players with contribution points, you will definitely gain a good reputation among them. And there's something more important."

"You've mobilized the players' enthusiasm and accelerated the sect's construction progress. The sect leader will definitely see your contribution and will improve his impression of you, thinking that you are a reliable, united disciple who is not obsessed with fame or gain."

"More importantly, you're contributing for free, in stark contrast to Confidence Interval. As long as he saves a lot of contribution points during the mission, you can completely incite the players, saying that Confidence Interval is withholding their rewards. This way, he and you will form a control group. The clan leader will appreciate you more, and the players will trust you more."

Fluorescent Protein finally understood everything. She patted Lancet on the shoulder and said, "You are truly my Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick."

Lancet said calmly, "Don't ask for verbal rewards. I borrowed 500 contribution points from the confidence interval. Please help me pay it back. Thank you."

Fluorescent proteins:

At the same time, deep in the underground palace.

Dozens of players were toiling away, meticulously examining every corner of the underground palace, even prying open every movable brick. Like locusts, they collected every movable object, valuable and worthless, and organized them into the underground palace hall.

"Haha, this brick is mine, no one can snatch it from me!"

"Tsk, don't even think about picking it off. Crimson warned us that if we damage the buildings and facilities, we won't get any contribution points. These are all sect property, and destruction is prohibited."

"I dug up another worm. Hey, this is the seventh one."

"What are you doing digging for something disgusting?"

"Who knows if it will become a scarce commodity in the future? I'll collect some and stockpile it."

The players, worthy of being the "Fourth Calamity," touched everything they could get their hands on. A few, probably devoted readers of the immortal cultivation path, were attempting to "recognize the master with blood," rubbing every quaint, seemingly ordinary object with their blood.

"Is there any artifact in here?"

"Even if there are artifacts, they are not yours. This underground palace was captured by the master. All valuable things belong to the master."

The players were arguing loudly, when suddenly, a dull "boom" sound came from deep in the underground palace, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground!

The players quickly grabbed their weapons and ran towards the source of the sound.

Shui Jingzhu looked up and carefully gazed at the exquisite and luxurious murals in front of him.

They broke through the last stone door and entered the hall. Unlike the previous pure white hall, this hall was extremely luxurious. The surrounding walls, including the dome, were all engraved with exquisite reliefs.

The most eye-catching thing is that there is a well-preserved mural on the wall on the left side of the stone gate.

Shui Jing Zhu looked at it intoxicatedly.

It tells a coherent story.

This was an activity to worship the gods. Countless giant dragons lay on the ground, surrounded by a group of humans wearing silk robes. They had hair of various colors, unchanging dark brown eyes, and handsome and charming faces. They were both men and women, all looking up at an empty, huge throne in worship.

The Shui Jing Zhu couldn't describe the throne's exquisite complexity in words. It was platinum in color, engraved with characters she couldn't understand. It was so huge! It almost took up half of the mural. Compared to it, the dragon looked as small as an ant.

Shui Jing Zhu observed that there was a person standing on each side of the empty throne.

On the left is a human in a black robe, with long black hair, golden eyes, and a slightly raised chin. Even though the mural has gone through years of wind and rain, one can still glimpse a hint of his charm. Shui Jing Zhu cannot determine his gender.

As for what was written under the mural, Shui Jing Zhu did not recognize the characters, but she guessed that it might be the name of this person.

On the right, a young man in a priest's robe was kneeling. His eyes were clear blue, his silver hair reached his waist, and he wore golden ornaments on his wrists and ankles. He clasped his hands together and knelt devoutly at the foot of the throne.

Similarly, a line of words is marked at the bottom of the mural.

Shui Jingzhu looked at her for a long time, until Shenhong walked behind her, and then she reluctantly looked away.

Shen Hong asked, "It's really hard to be illiterate. When the Sect Master comes out of seclusion, we must find a way to get him to provide us with a translator."

Shui Jing Zhu murmured, "Yes, you need to be able to understand the text here."

System space.

Jian Shiyuan encountered some minor troubles. When he tried to break through the second level of inheritance, his soul was locked by the inheritance.

Now, no matter how he moved, his soul was firmly fixed on his Tiantu acupoint.

Jian Shiyuan sat quietly, trying hard to regulate his breathing. The spiritual power in his meridians was obscure, and just mobilizing the spiritual power to circulate it once made his breathing hot.

Opening his eyes, Jian Shiyuan tried to calm the heat in his body, but the obscure spiritual power suddenly rushed to his Qi and blood, causing Jian Shiyuan's meridians to swell, and all the major veins in his body were painful.

The worst thing was his consciousness, which was groggy, like a small boat floating on a stormy sea. If he wasn't careful, he would capsize into the sea.

He spoke slowly and with difficulty, "System, tell me what the players have done?"

Jian Shiyuan knew clearly that once he lost consciousness, the violent spiritual power would tear all his internal organs apart.

He needs to stay awake.

The system replied happily, "Master, the players have conquered the Batcave and widened the passage to the underground palace."

"specific."

System: "You have a player with the ID Hu Fugui. He used his singing voice to seduce the Snow Bat King, causing him to fight with the Snow Bat Queen, thus giving another player an opportunity—"

Before it could finish its words, Jian Shiyuan gritted his teeth and asked with a strange expression, "You said, the player seduced the snow bat?"

The system voice was still excited, "Master, don't you understand what seduction means? He is the mistress of Snow Bat——"

"puff"

Jian Shiyuan's hand trembled, and the spiritual energy failed to circulate, and rushed straight to his heart, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

His thoughts were disrupted by the severe pain, and the happy voice of the system echoed in his mind.

[He became Snow Bat's mistress]

[Mistress]

[three]

Jian Shiyuan had a splitting headache and his soul was trembling wildly. He fell to the ground with his long hair scattered on his shoulders, blocking all expression.

The system was frantic, flying around Jian Shiyuan and asking worriedly, "Master, are you okay?"

"Oooooh, Master is going to get cold."

"I'm going to become a homeless orphan, woo woo."

It didn't dare to touch Jian Shiyuan, but just buzzed around him. After an unknown amount of time, the system was still buzzing. Suddenly, Jian Shiyuan stood up, his long hair rolling down his shoulders, and he slowly raised his face.

The lips are pale, the corners of the eyes are red, and the eyes!

Suddenly it turned golden?!