Little Bell murmured in shock, "I've hit the jackpot! I dug up a treasure..."

It took a long time before the cripple and the others finally snapped out of their daze.

"President, your luck is off the charts!"

"As far as I know, the entire Pantheon has nearly a thousand members, and all of them, including alchemists and weapon refiners, don't exceed ten people. And now you've managed to poach one of them?"

"President, you're so lucky, why don't you go buy a lottery ticket?"

Little Bell stood proudly with her hands on her hips, looking incredibly smug.

Suddenly, Mantianxing said, "I wasn't planning to make this suggestion, but now that the president has recruited someone who can refine pills, I think we can't continue living in a daze."

"What do you mean?" Hei Zi asked, puzzled.

Mantianxing continued, "Monsters have invaded our world, and they've appeared in almost every city. In that case, we should unite to hunt them down and use the materials from their bodies to refine pills and improve our strength."

"Hunting monsters? That's too dangerous." Little Bell shook her head repeatedly.

“Danger can be avoided. I didn’t say we had to hunt those high-grade demonic beasts. First, second, and third-grade demonic beasts are weak, and we can deal with fourth and fifth-grade demonic beasts just as well.”

"So as long as we join forces, we can definitely take down these five grades of demonic beasts."

"All we need to do is avoid the city's guardians and other martial artists when we're on the move, what do you think?"

Mantianxing paused for a moment, then said, "Moreover, what we are doing can also protect our time. By hunting down a monster, we are indirectly saving the lives of several or even dozens of ordinary people. Therefore, what we are doing is a righteous act!"

Hei Zi, Que Zi, Da Kui, and Xiao Ling Dang all began to consider the feasibility of the suggestion of starry sky.

After a while, Hei Zi was the first to respond: "Xing Xing makes sense, I agree."

“I agree,” Da Kui added.

The cripple chuckled: "Since you two agree, then of course I agree too."

Then the four of them looked at Ye Feng together.

Night Breeze certainly wouldn't refuse, since what the starry sky said did make a lot of sense.

Although they were very weak in Ye Feng's eyes, their hunting of low-grade monsters was a way of contributing to the protection of this world.

“I’ll join,” Night Wind said with a smile.

"Then it's settled." Mantianxing said with satisfaction.

Little Bell frowned and said, "I haven't said anything yet."

"Do as you please," said Mantianxing without any politeness.

"You're really disrespecting me! I'm the guild leader!" Little Bell said angrily.

"hehe."

Starry Night chuckled and turned her head away without even glancing at Little Bell.

Knowing that Ye Feng was an alchemist, Man Tianxing and the cripple became much more enthusiastic towards him.

Night Breeze struck up a conversation with them, subtly inquiring about many inside stories of the Pantheon.

The Pantheon is a virtual space constructed from divine thoughts; entering it is similar to surfing the internet.

As for who created the Soul Mask that allowed them to enter the Pantheon, Mantianxing and the others didn't know very well. They had only heard that the Pantheon had existed for hundreds of years and that its members had been decreasing steadily, although the rate of decrease was not very fast, but almost every year one or two members would be missing.

The number of members decreased because the Pantheon relied on the Soul Mask, which, while extremely sturdy, was not indestructible. Once the Soul Mask was destroyed, the number of members within the Pantheon would naturally decrease.

Therefore, if all the Soul Masks were destroyed, the Pantheon would cease to exist.

Warriors who enter the Pantheon can only do so with their divine sense, so they cannot use their martial arts skills inside. In other words, warriors cannot bring their true strength into the Pantheon.

Therefore, everyone in the Pantheon is no different from ordinary people.

Moreover, dying in the Pantheon will not have a significant impact on reality. It is only if one dies too many times in a short period of time that one will experience physical discomfort such as headaches. After resting for a while, one can re-enter the Pantheon.

In other words, it is impossible to kill people within the Pantheon; if you want to eliminate members of the Pantheon, you can only do so through real-world means.

There are over two hundred guilds of varying sizes in the Pantheon, and Flying Ramen Guild is one of them, ranking at the bottom.

The three most powerful guilds in the Pantheon are Blood Skull, Shadow, and Nightflower.

Blood Skull is an assassin organization, Shadow is a combination of assassin and intelligence organizations, and Nightflower is a purely intelligence organization.

"Little Feng, Feng Ye isn't your real name, is it?" the lame man asked.

"Guess," Night Wind said.

"Are kids still guessing?"

The cripple chuckled and said, "If it's your real name, I advise you not to reveal it to outsiders in the Pantheon. It would be terrible if your real identity were exposed. As for us, we won't reveal your secret, so you can rest assured."

"Thank you very much then," Ye Feng said with a smile.

Kuroko continued, "And your appearance... You don't actually look like this in real life, do you? Newcomers to the Pantheon will subconsciously use their real appearance here. If you are like that, you'd better change your appearance next time you enter the Pantheon."

Both the cripple and the black-faced man meant well, so Ye Feng casually said thank you.

Unbeknownst to them, the night wind had been surfing in the Pantheon for several hours.

"That's all for today, I'm logging off now," Ye Feng said.

Okay.

"Take care, and don't bother seeing me off."

Hei Zi and the cripple said with a smile, and Da Kui also waved his hand.

With a thought, Ye Feng withdrew from the Pantheon.

Removing the soul mask from his face, Ye Feng looked up at the sky and found that it was already dawn, and the sun had already risen above the horizon.

"Does this count as staying up all night online?" Ye Feng looked at the Soul Mask in his hand and chuckled.

After recovering the inner core of the Thousand Transformations Dust Beast, Ye Feng returned to the Zhongzhou City base building.

"Mr. Ye, have you captured that mysterious martial artist?" Wang Jialin asked.

“I’ve already killed that person. He was a Blood Skull Earth-level assassin,” Night Wind said.

Then Ye Feng handed over the inner core of the Thousand Transformations Dust Beast to Wang Jialin for him to handle.

According to procedure, this monster's inner core will be sent to headquarters for safekeeping and use.

As for Ye Feng, he didn't even bother with the inner core of the Thousand Transformations Dust Beast; it was worthless to him.