Chapter 95: The Ninety-Fifth Day of the Ancestral Witch Being Caught Making a Game...
Seeing the surprised expressions on Zhu Rong and Xuan Ming's faces, Yuan Yi was speechless for a moment: "You didn't come to Buzhou Mountain without even trying, did you?"
After all, "Miracle Wilderness" is positioned as a casual entertainment game, although some touching storylines and flashbacks were subtly added later due to the addition of the human race.
Ultimately, it's just a collection of fun and relaxing games that require no skill or forced spending. You simply dress up, follow the story, and enjoy the scenery. The game is extremely easy to complete.
Furthermore, the game's concept never included any unattainable achievements or bad endings from the beginning. Even if you, as a player, are too impulsive and don't achieve a perfect completion at the start, you can replay the game through the story recap in the upper left corner.
If Xuanming hadn't cried so miserably that he ignored the beginner's guide and even kicked himself out of the game, he would have already achieved the perfect ending of paying homage to the Father God.
As for Zhu Rong… Yuan Yi reluctantly withdrew his gaze. Setting fire to the mountain and even burning the phantom of Pangu, it's quite normal for him to be kicked out of the game by the spirit array. Besides, it's only a three-day ban, not a permanent ban, so he can just endure it.
Faced with Yuan Yi's question, Zhu Rong and Xuan Ming exchanged glances. In the end, Xuan Ming, who was able to log into the game normally, chose to enter the game again.
Before long, a proud and radiant smile spread across Xuanming's face. When he opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but excitedly cling to Zhurong, saying, "Father God praised me! Father God said I did a good job..."
Then Xuanming was scorched by the suddenly blazing flames on Zhurong's body.
Originally annoyed by being rejected by the Father God and forced to quit the game, Zhu Rong was even more displeased now that Xuan Ming could visit the Father God while he was still unable to enter due to game restrictions. He showed no kindness whatsoever and even wanted to punch Xuan Ming a couple more times.
Seeing Zhu Rong's sour face, Xuan Ming forgot his earlier desire to share the good news with his brother. He only thought, "You treat me the way you treat me." So he crossed his arms, his face cold, and turned his head to the other side, looking like he didn't want to talk to Zhu Rong. But he couldn't hide his emotions: "As if I care about you that much. Father God is still waiting for me in the game. I'm going to go see Father God in the game. You'll have to wait three more days!"
Seeing that these two ancestral witches were about to put on another farce as if no one else was around, they might even start fighting and smash up the surrounding intact houses.
Yuan Yi stepped forward, a forced smile on his face: "Have you two forgotten something?"
As he spoke, he completely sealed the game formation in Xuanming's hands right in front of Zhurong and Xuanming.
"You two defied the wishes of the Goddess Nuwa, trespassed into the human territory of Buzhou Mountain, and destroyed the human altar. Shouldn't you give an explanation?"
This is a dangerous thing to say; the last time he heard it was from Di Jun. He was so angry he couldn't eat for seven days and seven nights, and wanted to punch any demon he saw. He only calmed down after eating a few pieces of Kunpeng meat.
My sister told them not to provoke Yuan Yi of Wuzhuang Temple. If Zhu Rong angered her, he wouldn't be able to catch Kunpeng to roast meat for Yuan Yi.
While covering Zhu Rong's mouth with his hands and feet, Xuan Ming tried hard to recall whether his sister had mentioned how to handle the situation when she told him about this matter.
But after struggling to utter a single word, he could only mutter, "Fellow Daoist Yuan Yi... what did you want again?"
What was originally a scene of swordsmanship and arrogance was turned into a comedy by Xuanming's stroke of genius. The humans on the side wanted to laugh but dared not, and Yuanyi also tried hard to keep his expression in check, for fear of being misunderstood by the two stubborn ancestral witches opposite him.
Zhu Rong was caught off guard at first, but when she saw that Xuan Ming had caused her to fall so hard, she was filled with rage and wanted to rush towards Xuan Ming.
However, at this moment, Yuan Yi was no longer worried about the two of them fighting. Because another gentle figure emerged from the ground, appearing quietly behind her two elder brothers: "Brother Zhurong, Brother Xuanming, didn't you promise me a few days ago that you would play games in the clan and not go out?"
The two burly men, each eighteen feet tall, froze on the spot. Even their initial fighting movements became incredibly gentle, as if they were embracing each other.
Houtu ignored her two stubborn brothers and turned around instead: "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Yuanyi. My brother and I will give an explanation for this matter today."
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"And then?" Donghuang Taiyi sat on the treetop and tossed a fruit to Xuanming, who was engrossed in the array game below.
Why does this person only say half of what they mean? They stopped talking after mentioning Houtu's appearance, leaving the bird feeling itchy with curiosity.
Xuanming grabbed the fruit and swallowed it along with the pit. He tilted his head back and tried hard to recall if his sister had told him anything that shouldn't be told to outsiders.
After realizing that his sister hadn't emphasized this, he continued, "Then Zhu Rong and I stayed with the human race to help them repair their altar, building them a bigger and better one. Look, you can still see traces of our repairs in the game now."
Xuanming pointed to the location in the game. On the ground of Buzhou Square, there were two marks, one of ice and one of fire, with NPCs dressed in various colors walking on them.
"Speaking of which, those humans are quite adorable. They were clearly scared before, but they still brought us clothes and food. Even Zhu Rong stopped getting angry at them later." Xuanming smacked his lips, feeling like he hadn't tasted anything.
So Xuanming stood up again and ripped off a large section of the tree where it bore fruit, tearing off branches and leaves along with the fruit. Even the spot where Donghuang Taiyi was standing was shaken, so Donghuang Taiyi could only transform into human form and land on the grass.
Xuanming stuffed another handful of fruit into his mouth, and with his other hand picked out a few soft, red fruits and tossed them to Donghuang Taiyi: "Later, we not only built the plaza, but also moved a lot of stones for them outside. A few little guys particularly admired me and Zhurong, and learned a skill from us. Later, they all made a name for themselves among the human race, and the people of the human race called them Great Witches."
Speaking of this, Xuanming recalled the scene when those little guys came to the Wu Clan to look for him and Zhurong: "It's a pity that the human race's lifespan is too short. They pass away early, within a few hundred years. The last time I saw him, he had become an old man, and now he has directly returned to the embrace of the Father God."
"Hey, this is the tree he brought me when he and his disciples last saw me. The seeds are quite sweet." Xuanming casually pointed to the tree in front of him. Now the tree is dozens of meters tall, and its canopy is full of clusters of small red fruits.
If even trees are like this, how much more so should people?
Xuanming spoke of the little human who was following behind him. At first, he was as tall as his thigh, but in the end, he became a withered old man with white hair, as tall as his calf, and leaning on a cane. However, he was surrounded by many disciples and was also a spirited old man.
"Later, his disciples took in many more disciples and led the human race to establish many tribes, just like our Wu tribe. The nearest tribe is not far away and often comes to bring us roasted meat. The people of the Zhurong tribe and I also occasionally take care of them."
Having eaten his fill of fruit and reminisced about the person who gave him it, Xuanming put those memories behind him and continued playing the game, striving for the new card pool.
Seeing his engrossed expression, Donghuang Taiyi, who was standing nearby, took the opportunity to extend an invitation: "The valley battle of 'Three Thousand Guests of the Purple Clouds' has just released an underwater version. How about we add Houtu and start a game?"
Valley Battle is a new gameplay mode introduced in "Purple Cloud Three Thousand Guests" in recent years. It involves throwing two hundred players into opposite sides of a valley to fight each other, vying for treasures and faction flags. The faction with the highest score at the end wins. The player with the highest score receives bonus points, which can be exchanged for draws or cosmetic items.
It's the most popular game mode in the prehistoric world over the years. However, Donghuang Taiyi often led his ministers and lesser demons to fight against other races or sects. Among them, the most frequent opponents were the Wu tribe, often vying with their large members for the top spot on the faction leaderboard.
Because the number of matches was too many and the competition too intense, the game developers even created a special Lich War version for them, in which the best players from both sides took turns playing, but the match ended in a draw.
However, after so many great battles, Donghuang Taiyi rarely saw Xuanming appear on his side. This time, he slipped down from the Heavenly Court to have a meal with Xuanming and Houtu. Seeing Xuanming so engrossed in the game, he thought of disregarding factions and teaming up with his friends for a battle.
Donghuang Taiyi was already fantasizing about fighting Xuanming and Houtu commanding them, making them invincible throughout the valley. But Xuanming decisively shook his head: "No way, I haven't finished drawing the new Peacock Xuan Yuan Robe yet."
"What?" Donghuang Taiyi leaned closer. "All this time you've been arguing and bickering, and it turns out you weren't fighting in Zixiao Palace, but for a peacock robe?"
It's just a matter of drawing clothes. Is it really necessary to stay on the game interface for almost an entire afternoon? He could play two big battles and it wouldn't take this long.
Donghuang Taiyi has never been very interested in small games like "Miracle Wilderness" where you change clothes and enjoy the scenery. He only remembered that Xihe mentioned that it was a small game that could kill some time, and you only needed to log in once every two or three months.
"Didn't you say there was nothing to do? How come you spent the whole afternoon on a piece of clothing?" Donghuang Taiyi asked sincerely.
Xuanming: "This is the Peacock Limitless Glow Six-Colored Supreme Primordial Robe, made by Yuanshi himself. The outer lining alone has twelve colors, and it is divided into twelve accessories, including inner garment, upper skirt, outer garment, cloak, hair crown, and whisk. It will take some effort to collect them all."
"Perfect timing, I've got the last one too." Xuanming grinned from ear to ear, and then used an array to put the whole set of clothes on himself.
The radiant glow of the sunset was dazzling and shimmering, and the solemn robes were adorned with iridescent peacock patterns, making them both magnificent and dignified.
Even Xuanming, dressed in it, exuded a respectable air of a master; when he kept a straight face and didn't speak, he could really intimidate people.
But he gave himself away as soon as he opened his mouth: "It's been half a month, a full half a month. Finally, on the last day of the pool, I drew up all the background radiance. I can finally bring this dress to Father God and let him see what the first peacock born in the world looked like!"
Xuanming placed one hand on his chest, his expression revealing undisguised reverence. He genuinely worshipped the Father God, both in the game and in reality.
But Donghuang Taiyi didn't care about the Pangu God in the game. He stared at the golden clothes that were extremely in line with bird aesthetics: "Your clothes are really nice. I want to make a set for my nephews too."
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Author's Note: This chapter briefly explains the development of the human race. [Applause]
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