The players achieved the greatest results with the least effort, and they certainly did a fantastic job.

"Once this battle on Huazhong Agricultural University is over, I will definitely reward them handsomely!"

Tiandao rubbed his hands excitedly. Those useless bastards from the Heavenly God Cult were no match for the players in a fight.

They're playing like they're in a turn-based game, attacking each other repeatedly, all they know is how to crush each other with sheer strength.

Unlike the players here, who can come up with all sorts of creative ways to play!

The underdog triumphs over the strong; that's always a spectacle!

In the Huazhong Agricultural University campus, a tall, gentle-looking young Taoist priest was holding a camera crystal and taking a picture of a small dog wagging its tail.

This gentle young man is one of the leaders of the Hua Nong Sect, one of the Hua Nong Brothers, and the photographer.

His surname is "Photographer" and his given name is "Little Brother".

This is the name his mother gave him.

He has loved photography since he was a child, and just like his name suggests, the precious photographic crystals in his hands alone could fill an entire storage ring.

Suddenly, a black wild boar rushed in in a panic, breaking the tranquility of the Huazhong Agricultural University campus. The wild boar knelt down in front of the photographer, covered in sweat.

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb my photography unless it's absolutely necessary?"

The photographer didn't turn his head and said softly.

The Huazhong Agricultural University campus is heavily guarded, and only a select few are allowed to enter.

This wild boar is the son of the Pig Protector, and is responsible for all matters concerning Pig City when the Pig Protector is away.

"Sect Master! The cultivators from Wild Immortal City are attacking Eight Directions Immortal City, and Dog City is attacking my Pig City. It's in complete chaos outside!"

The son of the pig protector was panicked. His mind was not working well to begin with, and with his anxiety, his words were completely incoherent.

Moreover, the wild boar was drenched in cold sweat, purely because of the photographer's earlier question.

This photographer looks refined and gentle, but he's just as ruthless as the guy from Huazhong Agricultural University. If he's unhappy, he'll roast and eat the pig.

The wild boar was afraid of upsetting the photographer, fearing it would be dragged to the riverbank for a barbecue.

"If it weren't for such an important matter, I would never dare to bother the Sect Master!"

The wild boar lay pressed tightly to the ground, afraid to raise its head, as if it feared the photographer would eat it.

"Hmm..." Hearing the wild boar's cries, the photographer was stunned. Had something so serious happened outside?

He moved his hands slightly, glanced inside the Huazhong Agricultural University campus, and his face darkened.

My elder brother is still in seclusion. If I go out now, could it be a ploy by the enemy to lure me away from my post?

He recalled a conversation he had with his brother before his brother went into seclusion.

That happened before he and his brother went into seclusion. That day, because the photographer's own medicinal persimmons were eaten by the Huazhong Agricultural University student, he angrily came to confront his brother.

"Brother! I've said it before! I've said it so many times! You can treat other people as brothers, but please don't treat me as one!"

Looking at the bare persimmon tree in front of him, the photographer was furious.

The Huazhong Agricultural University brothers are numerous, a fact known throughout the world.

To become a brother to the Hua Nong Brothers, one must be prepared to risk having one's possessions taken away.

For example, helping you pick spirit corn.

I'll help you pick the sacred persimmons.

Let me check if the watermelon is ripe for you.

"I'm not happy that you're using the same tactics you use against your brothers against me!"

Looking at the bare trunk of his persimmon tree, the photographer rolled his eyes in frustration.

"Alright, alright, I won't eat your food next time. You're so stingy." Brother Hua Nong smiled, looking completely unconcerned. "By the way, I'm going into seclusion again soon, so I'll have to trouble you to take good care of the house."

Hearing his older brother get down to business, the photographer also became serious.

Are you confident this time?

"This seclusion should be almost over." The Huazhong Agricultural University student looked down at his palm and made a fist.

"Only by reaching the Nascent Soul stage can we expand the sect's influence and allow the Hua Nong Sect to grow even further, so that you too can reach the Nascent Soul stage." Perhaps thinking of something, Hua Nong Sect members showed a look of resentment on their faces.

"Without reaching the Divine Transformation stage, one is ultimately still a mortal!"

"My life is destined to be extraordinary!"

The photographer knew that his older brother's goal had always been to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and this seclusion was not the first time he had tried.

The Hua Nong Brothers are not particularly talented; they have achieved their current success through hard work and dedication.

The photographer has already entered the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, while the Huazhong Agricultural University student has long been at the half-step Incarnation realm.

With their goal of reaching the Nascent Soul stage within reach, the two have put aside all trivial matters and are focusing on helping their older brother from Huazhong Agricultural University advance.

“Alright, brother, you can go into seclusion without worry. Leave the Hua Nong Sect to me. I will continue to keep an eye on the matter of the lightning-avoiding spirit item for you.”

"I trust you with this. I've already contacted the Black God Sect's envoy; you can receive him/her then."

"I see."

The two talked for a while longer, and then Brother Hua Nong resolutely stepped into the secluded cultivation place. As a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, each seclusion lasted for more than a hundred years.

In the world of cultivation, time knows no bounds, and the two brothers will be separated for another hundred years.

The photographer sighed as he recalled the last time he saw his brother.

So many things have happened in such a short period of time.

Since I promised my elder brother that I would take good care of the sect, I should naturally do my best to handle it.

"Lead the way, I'll step in and settle this dispute." The photographer gently patted the little dog demon's head and activated the formation in Huazhong Agricultural University.

From today onwards, Hua Nong Garden is closed. To enter Hua Nong Garden again, one must break the formation set up by the two brothers together.

"Currently, the Chicken Guardian is commanding the battle on the front lines, so the interstellar teleportation array is unguarded." The wild boar breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the cameraman being called out, and relayed the battle situation to him.

"Those cultivators from non-core immortal cities are attacking our Eight Directions Immortal City like madmen, they're quite troublesome." Wild Boar followed behind the photographer, running hurriedly to keep up with his pace.

"The situation in Pig City is even worse. The guys in Dog City are attacking us relentlessly for some reason."

As they were talking, the photographer had already arrived in Pig City with the wild boar.

The photographer appeared to be walking leisurely, but he was actually moving extremely fast.

"Kill!!! Kill all the little brats in Pig City!"

Wang Ergouzi stood up confidently, directing the dog demons to charge and kill in all directions.

Wherever the dog demons went, the pig demons screamed in agony as they were killed.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Ergouzi, hands on his hips, laughed triumphantly, feeling incredibly proud of himself.

Suddenly, he felt the soft flesh on his neck being grabbed, and he was lifted up.

How dare you!

Who dares to grab my neck?

Are you looking for death?!