Chapter 94 The Truth Behind the Beginner's Tutorial: The Ninety-Fourth Day of Game Making...

Sure enough, some flags are not to be imagined. Just when I thought I could hold off even a Great Golden Immortal, two Great Luo Golden Immortals broke into the city built by the human race.

Even Yuan Yi couldn't help but wonder if his own thoughts had attracted these two uninvited guests.

Fortunately, the idea was so absurd that it was quickly forgotten.

Zhu Rong, radiating fury, and Xuan Ming, icy cold, landed directly in the center of Buzhou Mountain City. Zhu Rong was furious, while Xuan Ming, unlike his weeping demeanor in the Wu tribe, now wore a stern and unsmiling expression.

Compared to the grandeur of their landing, the newly repaired altar in the city center was utterly destroyed by the force of the two witch clans descending.

The large cauldron that had been erected was half melted by the divine fire of Zhurong, and the incense for the sacrifice was frozen into ice pillars by the cold wind brought by Xuanming. Not to mention the ground where they landed; under the force of the two giants falling from the sky, the entire marble slab cracked open around the two of them.

The plaza, originally used for sacrificial rites, was now a scene of utter devastation. The humans who had been playing and frolicking in the plaza could only suppress their anger and fear as they retreated to the side.

The two giants, each over ten feet tall, naturally wouldn't look down at the tiny humans beside them. Zhu Rong said in a gruff voice, "Where are the dream catchers among you humans, and those two little guys who led us to find the dream realm?" He was going to find the dream realm now and start all over again.

Xuanming had never been good at dealing with people, so at this moment he simply followed his sister's advice: when out in the world, keep a straight face and do nothing, just follow your brother's or sister's instructions.

The humans looked at each other, momentarily confused about what Zhu Rong was asking. They were at a loss for words, unsure how to respond to this imposing figure in red.

Seeing that no one answered, Zhu Rong's temper flared up again. He stretched out his foot and kicked the ground: "Hurry up and hand over the human dream seeker."

Just then, a small, pale man, only as tall as Zhu Rong's calf, rushed out from the crowd: "Speak properly, why are you destroying houses!"

The accusatory and dissatisfied tone of his voice did not diminish at all, adding fuel to the fire of Zhu Rong's already angry anger.

He bent down and grabbed the little thing with both hands, intending to roast it clean. However, he did not expect that the little thing had short limbs, was fair and tender, and had two or three white jade-like whiskers on its tender face. It looked quite familiar.

Isn't this the little ginseng from the game "Farm Battle" that he played before? Zhu Rong was immediately confused. He looked up and left and right, feeling that the houses and people around him were inexplicably familiar. He scratched his head and thought and thought, and finally remembered that he had seen the exact same house and decorations in the game not long ago.

Could he still be in the game? Zhu Rong was so confused by the identical game characters and buildings that she didn't even realize she was angry.

He grabbed his brother's hand and pulled Xuanming, asking, "Are we in reality or playing a game?"

Xuanming couldn't keep his stern face any longer, and his first words were as rough and crude as Zhu Rong's: "It should be reality, right?" After all, he had cried so bitterly in the Wu Clan, and the question from his brother Dijiang in the game interface was still there.

"Then what's this little ginseng all about?" Zhu Rong pointed to the little ginseng at his feet, which had a sour face and was angrily kicking his feet.

Unfortunately, the little ginseng was too small and too soft. Despite using all its strength, it could only scratch the thick-skinned Zhu Rong's itch. Its originally fair body was even scorched black by Zhu Rong's own fire, startling Zhu Rong into trying to control its rampant flames.

If the little ginseng is burned, who will help him recharge his account at the farm in the future, or help him harvest crops and feed the guardian beast when he is offline?

Zhu Rong took a step back, bent down, and asked the little ginseng with unprecedented caution, "Aren't you farming in 'Farm Battle'? Why are you in 'Miracle Wilderness'?"

Could it be that he's been spending so much time playing "Zixiao Sanqianke" and "Miracle Wilderness" lately, and hasn't logged into "Farm Battle" for over a month, so this game came looking for him?

Thinking about the farm that she had managed with a single click, Zhu Rong felt a little guilty, and even thought about logging in as soon as possible to buy a few more sets of the new decorations for her farm.

"I didn't mean to not go back..."

Before Zhu Rong could finish speaking, the little ginseng charged forward again, this time with even greater force, smashing directly into Zhu Rong's right eye and leaving a large mark on him.

Taking advantage of Zhu Rong's sudden reaction of covering his eyes and taking two steps back, the little ginseng calmed down a bit.

You really know how to rub salt in the wound. Do you really think he doesn't like relaxing and slacking off in "Farm Battle"? It's not that circumstances don't allow it; first, he was borrowed to organize a large-scale event in "Three Thousand Guests of Purple Clouds," and it was only with great difficulty that his owner took over so he could finally rest for a while.

But before he could rest for long, he was pulled into "Miracle Wilderness" again. This time was different from the last. Last time, at least he was just dealing with some formation data in the game, but this time, his master actually gave him a real body, allowing him, a game NPC, to come to reality and lead the human race from scratch in farming, animal husbandry, and construction.

Even if you explain that these humans are also part of the formation data in "Miracle Wilderness", it still doesn't apply to me, an old formation spirit who has been leisurely living in the original game.

"Miracle of the Primordial World" isn't without spirit arrays; it's just that, like the big, goofy guy in "Three Thousand Guests of the Purple Cloud," it spends all its time sleeping in its egg. If they weren't different games, he would have suspected that the big, goofy guy who sleeps all day was running both games.

Although the little ginseng was extremely dissatisfied with the increased workload, it was, after all, his master's arrangement. So he could only grumble and complain as he patiently taught these newborn humans how to farm and raise chickens, eventually leading them step by step to build houses and cities.

Now that the project is finally completed, every brick of Buzhou Mountain City embodies the hard work of Little Ginseng, but the brand-new, unused square has been completely destroyed by a giant that fell from the sky.

Even the little ginseng, who had trained tens of thousands of adorable newbies, couldn't help but get angry at this moment. Ignoring the huge size difference between himself and Zhu Rong, he swung his Iron Head Technique and gave the bowing Zhu Rong a big whack.

After venting his anger a little, Little Ginseng stopped looking at the two big guys standing there. He then called on the humans who had helped build the house to look around for any reusable materials for repairs.

Although the little people were afraid of the two powerful witch ancestors who looked like they were not to be trifled with, they had developed a habit of learning and building with the little ginseng over the years.

Seeing that the little ginseng had already bent down to clean up the mess, the others quickly followed suit, bending down to pick and choose, completely forgetting about Zhu Rong and Xuan Ming who were still waiting for an answer.

"Hey, I'm asking you a question!? Where are your dream catchers? Call them out here, or I'll tear down all your dilapidated houses!" Zhu Rong, with a blue eye, waved his hand, his flames growing ever brighter, and was about to attack the nearest human.

At this moment, countless slender vines crawled from the ground and completely controlled Zhu Rong's grasping hand. Just then, a dazzling golden light rose from the east.

One moment it was a hand being restrained, the next it was blinding light; Zhu Rong thought of one thing and then forgot the previous one. Looking up, he saw a young girl walking from the east, followed by two children. The dazzling golden light was emanating from the child on her right.

At this moment, the humans who had previously ignored him all bowed to the three of them upon seeing them again: "Greetings, Fairy Yuanyi." "Greetings, Master Kong Xuan." "Long time no see, Assistant Instructor Dapeng." They seemed to have a good relationship.

The name Yuan Yi seemed familiar. Zhu Rong covered his hands, trying to recall where he had heard this name before, and why someone who could withstand his attack had remained in this desolate and barren land at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

Fortunately, someone recognized the newcomer before Zhu Rong could: "Yuan Yi, isn't this the one from Wuzhuang Temple?" Xuan Ming, the producer of all the games, who had been repeatedly warned by Hou Tu not to act impulsively and not to go to Wuzhuang Temple, immediately remembered the name Yuan Yi.

He pulled Zhu Rong aside and whispered, "This is the one from Wuzhuang Temple that my sister told us not to mess with."

Now it was Zhu Rong's turn to fall silent. He clenched his fists, facing the long vines around him. What should he do? It seemed he had already provoked them.

They had clearly heeded their sister's advice and hadn't gone to Wuzhuang Temple, but instead came to this sparsely populated Buzhou Mountain. How did they end up running into Yuanyi, who had been staying at Wuzhuang Temple all along?

He said, "How could a little ginseng be involved in a game?" It turned out that the game's producer was right there.

But now that things have come to this, he, as a dignified ancestral witch, certainly won't easily back down; at most, he won't pursue the matter of the little ginseng hitting him.

Zhu Rong, with her neck stiffened and a forced smile, continued to ask, "Do you know where the Dream Seekers of the human race are?"

"There are no Dream Seekers among humans. Dream Seekers is just a term used to refer to players in the game 'Miracle Wilderness'."

Zhu Rong was greatly alarmed: "There are no dream seekers? What about those of us who did not fulfill the Father God's wishes in the first place?"

Now Yuan Yi finally understood why these uninvited guests had come. She pulled up the game records of the two people in front of her and discovered that most of the Wu Clan players failed miserably during the tutorial stage, unable to pass the Pangu Appraisal of Clothing Rating. Then, after experiencing excessive emotional fluctuations, they quit the game and never returned.

The two Ancestral Witches in front of her were even more formidable players who couldn't even get past the tutorial. However, unlike other players who, even if they couldn't pass the tutorial, would search for guides on forums or contact customer service directly.

These two ancestral witches skipped the game entirely, not even going through the tutorial, and came to Buzhou Mountain to search for a fictitious "Dream Seeker".

Although this achieved Yuan Yi's strategic goal of making a name for the human race in the prehistoric world, seeing the two ancestral witches unable to distinguish between reality and the game, Yuan Yi only felt a headache.

She calmed herself down and stated calmly, "If you are not satisfied with the tutorial in 'Miracle of the Primordial World,' you can click on the story rewind button in the upper left corner to complete the level again. There is no need to come to Buzhou Mountain to find the Dream Seeker."

"Huh?" / "What?"