Amidst a host of options, the final focus is on role-playing and adventure.
Fang Shan had no objection to either option: "Role-playing has a wide range. The quest world could be a modern entertainment world or an ancient battlefield. Adventure tends to be puzzle-solving."
Solve the puzzle?
Glancing at Fang Shan, Wei Sushen realized that the system wasn't working very well, so he directly scanned the previous QR code with his brainwaves.
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The sun and moon were dim, and the turbid black water surged and flowed into the distance.
The stunningly handsome man crouched on a rock like a puppy, observing the bridge before him. Stretching across the vast river, the bridge was dilapidated, yet its majesty had never faded with the passage of time.
"How amazing." The beautiful boy murmured: "How does the host feel?"
Wei Sushen: "...What do you think?"
This strange combination of beautiful boy and bridge is Wei Sushen and Fang Shan.
The moment he entered the mission world, Fang Shan immediately received information from the plane world: a world of cultivation where geniuses are as numerous as rain.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Fang Shan's black hair transformed into three thousand strands of black silk flowing in the wind, and his red robe accentuated his snow-white skin. As for Wei Sushen, he was not so lucky. Upon his arrival, he was transformed into the legendary sacred treasure - the Bridge to the Other Shore.
Fortunately, according to Wei Sushen's perception, he will be able to transform soon.
Fang Shan traced the bridge with his fingers, curious: "What is the host's current condition? Is he bent over?"
Thinking of the cold and indifferent boss bending over like a dancer, Fang Shan couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.
Although Qiao had no expression, Fang Shan felt that a cold gaze was staring at him. He quickly sat up straight and began to think about his next move.
"We're in Mingjiang, nestled in a spatial rift." Fang Shan suddenly frowned as he spoke. "There's someone here, more than one."
Wei Sushen also heard it. Although it turned into a bridge, it was a treasure that had already developed intelligence and was about to take shape. The depth of its cultivation was far above that of ordinary cultivators.
The fierce clash of weapons, the tragic howls to the sky, and even the sound of blood pouring on the ground were all heard so clearly across the sky.
"Demons! Even if I die today, Lal and the others will go to hell with me!"
"Disciples of the Tianji Sect, obey my orders! Kill the demons at all costs!"
In the forbidden land, the demons sacrificed the Blood Shadow Stage, and the Tianji Sect disciples were even more ruthless, sacrificing their souls to the Taixu Sword, and faced the enemy head-on. The moment the two magical weapons faced each other, ripples appeared in the air, and terrifying energy rushed up to the sky and focused in the clouds.
"Not good!" A demon was the first to discover the anomaly: "There's a space crack!"
No matter how strong you are, you may be smashed to pieces if you enter a space crack.
However, it was too late. Cracks appeared on the Blood Shadow Platform's surface, and the Taixu Sword trembled, threatening to break. A brilliant golden light shone, and both the demons and the Tianji Sect disciples felt their souls shattered. In the excruciating pain, some, unable to bear it, exploded.
It is calm and peaceful, with no sun or moon. The only thing that makes it bright here is a transparent substance hanging in the air.
The Tianji Sect disciples felt a bone-chilling cold and looked ahead in fear: "What is that?"
Everyone looked up and saw a young man, so beautiful that it was difficult to tell whether he was androgynous, leaning lazily on the bridge, glancing at them sideways.
"Who are you?" The first person to come out was a demon.
Fang Shan didn't answer, but looked at him disdainfully.
"Playing tricks!" The demon sneered and flew away, preparing to dig out the boy's heart.
The young man's lips moved, or even without him moving, and the demon turned into fireflies in mid-air, fell into the river, and his soul was completely destroyed.
The terrifying tactics terrified the remaining people. The two sides stood face to face here. Facing an unknown existence, the Demon Clan and the Tianji Sect did not even continue the life-and-death struggle, but instead clenched their weapons and stared at the young man.
"Those who need to cross the bridge should line up on the left." The young man opened his thin lips and looked at everyone coldly.
"Little brother," those who had seen the young man's methods were much more respectful when they came out to ask questions: "This is..."
Fang Shan didn't answer, but pointed to the bridge next to him: "This bridge is called Naihe."
Everyone was shocked.
"Naihe Bridge! Are we dead?"
"Could this be the legendary Mingchuan?"
No one thought it would be a space crack. Since ancient times, people who fell into the crack had a high probability of death. It was impossible for so many people to survive.
In fact, the fundamental reason why the space crack is so terrifying is its instability, but it is much safer here because of the other side bridge suppressing it.
Someone looked at Fang Shan and said, "Before I was accepted into the sect, I heard that there was a Meng Po, but Meng Po is not a woman?"
And I didn’t see any Meng Po soup either.
"Mortals are lying." Fang Shan snorted coldly, "Once you enter the Wangchuan River, there are only two paths to take: cross the Naihe Bridge and be reincarnated, or fall into the river and be shattered."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone subconsciously stood in line on the left.
Fang Shan said, "Not everyone can cross the Naihe Bridge. If you want to cross it, you must pay the toll first." He glanced at everyone and said, "A friendly reminder, it's very expensive. Besides, the world on the other side of the bridge has both the human and animal realms."
“……!”
Fang Shan curled his lips and said, "I'm in a good mood today. The highest bidder can send him back to the world."
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Money was merely material possessions. Since he was already dead, there was nothing to linger over. The key was whether what he said was true.
"Five seconds." These people were not fools, so Fang Shan certainly wouldn't give them enough time to think. He began the countdown: "Five, four, three..."
"I'll go first!" The one who spoke was a young disciple of the Tianji Sect. He didn't have much money, so he handed over all the spirit stones he had and an ancestral jade pendant. Fang Shan glanced at him, returned the jade pendant to him, and confiscated all the spirit stones: "Swim over."
The boy shivered.
"Don't worry," Fang Shan said, "If you pay the toll, Naihe Bridge will ensure that you are not corroded by the river water."
The boy thought he was short of money and didn't qualify to cross the bridge, so he half-believed and half-doubted and dove into the water. Sure enough, he wasn't hurt. After he swam across, Fang Shan waved his sleeves, and the boy disappeared from the spot.
"Next."
Although he appeared aloof on the surface, Fang Shan was secretly whispering to Wei Sushen, "With a few more collaborations, we can quickly go from being destitute to being as wealthy as a nation."
After the first one, there was soon a second and a third.
After more than ten people passed by downstream from the bridge, Fang Shan spoke again: "The number of places is limited."
This time no one hesitated and left money to buy their lives.
Outside, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the ravines left by the previous war were clearly visible.
"I'm back!" A Tianji Sect disciple stared at his hands in shock, tears streaming down his face. "I can actually live my life again!"
Soon, he discovered that he was not an exception, and excited voices rose one after another.
The disciples of Tianji Sect looked around. There were demons and disciples of the sect. They were in the same state as themselves, excited to the point of madness.
"Isn't it said that only those who pay the most have a chance to be resurrected?"
"Why are you alive too? Why is everyone here!?"
Voices of doubt arose one after another, and the disciples of Tianji Sect quickly gathered. They were led by an elder to the forbidden area for training, but they did not expect to run into the demons who had been lying in ambush for a long time.
The elder, who had seen the most, smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid you've been fooled."
The young disciple was puzzled: "But we did survive."
The elder shook his head: "Most likely he was sucked into some special dimension and then teleported out."
The young disciple was angry: "Isn't that a scam?"
"It's not an exaggeration to say he's buying his life," the elder said. "This man is incredibly powerful. If we displease him, he'll join forces with the demons to deal with us, which would be disastrous."
Looking over there, the demons looked unhappy, but they obviously had the same concerns.
The elder said: "There is something strange about that bridge. I will go back and report to the headmaster and then come back to check it out."
At this moment, the male version of Meng Po that they complained about was counting spirit stones, and various magic tools were piled up into a small hill, which was dazzling.
After the money-obsessed Fang Mengpo finally finished counting, she remembered that there was a host.
"Have you received the mission?"
The bridge shook a bit, and Fang Shan sighed, "It will probably be released after you transform."
Three days later, lightning and thunder appeared in the space cracks, engulfing the entire forbidden area in lightning. Countless monsters living in the forbidden area fled frantically, and the lightning in the sky seemed to destroy all life here in the next second.
The disciples guarding outside the forbidden area cried out that something was wrong, and the surrounding sects blocked the news. However, such a big commotion could be noticed within thousands of miles.
Within a day, a shocking news spread in the world of cultivation - the holy weapon was born!
Tianji Sect.
A middle-aged man in a green robe looked solemn as he gazed at the crumbling sky and cracking earth in the distance and sighed, "The Bridge to the Other Shore."
The elder was surprised: "The Bridge to the Other Shore has only appeared in ancient books. No one has ever actually seen it. Could it be some other treasure?"
The middle-aged man was the head of the Tianji Sect. He walked out slowly and said, "Legend has it that the Bridge to the Other Shore is located in the forbidden land. A hundred years ago, a capable man gathered ten outstanding people of the time to explore it together, but they all perished in the depths of the forbidden land."
Elder: "The forbidden land is not far from us. Now that the bridge to the other shore has appeared, should we..."
The middle-aged man said calmly, "Good fortune or disaster is hard to predict. Send a few people to gather information nearby first. Don't act rashly."
At the same time, two figures flew out one after another in the world-destroying lightning. Compared with the roaring and surging cumulus clouds, they were too small to attract any attention.
The young man in red is extremely handsome, and the young man in blue robe beside him has his sleeves fluttering. Putting aside his appearance, his aura alone is enough to overshadow many people.
"Qiaoqiao, where should we go first?"
Wei Sushen: "...Don't call me that."
It is not easy to transform. Fang Shan once thought that the host would be struck to death in the thunder as soon as he arrived. Fortunately, Wei Sushen has never lacked willpower, and he can still stay awake even in the thunder cloud.
As soon as the shocking thunderstorm ended, the mission was immediately released.
Fang Shan was crying over the mouse: "I was so scared just now. I was ready to jump into the river to erase my memory and find a new host."
Yes, it is so realistic.
“…”
Wei Sushen didn't expect to see any humanity in him and concentrated on his research mission.
[Optional Task 1: Build the most prestigious auction house on the continent
Optional Task 2: Open the largest tavern and sell the strongest liquor.
Compared to the previous world, this time there are fewer optional tasks and they are more difficult.
Fang Shan: "We have the resources at hand, and the auction house is more advantageous."
The only problem that needs to be solved is that these things are of illegal origin and were all obtained by Fang Shan through fraud, which may cause targeting by major forces.
Wei Sushen: "Auctioneering is easy, but it takes a lot of time to build a reputation."
The two looked at each other and looked away at the same time.
Fang Shan coughed lightly: "What does the host think?"
Wei Sushen looked at him carefully, and felt that the plans of both parties were similar.
Fang Shan leaned over to whisper a few words into his ear, and Wei Sushen added a few more words, and they hit it off immediately.
The news of the Holy Relic's appearance set off a frenzy, with countless forces rushing to the forbidden area. The nearby major sects, more or less, tried to prevent other forces from entering, hoping to gain access first.
Zuiyuexuan, the leading intelligence dealer in mainland China, once claimed that this would be the most sensational event in the cultivation world in the past hundred years, and that a bloody storm was about to unfold around the forbidden land.
While countless cultivators were frantically searching for the holy artifact, Fang Shanzheng and Wei Sushen were trying to figure out the distribution of power on the continent. A few days later, every sect with a bit of fame, even the Demon Sect, received an invitation to the Beast Island on the sea.
Do you want to give your sect an extra guardian? Do you want to reach the pinnacle of a cultivator's life?
Do you want to escape the disaster as soon as possible and fly into the sky shoulder to shoulder with your companions?
At the beginning of this month, a piece of the Other Shore Bridge will be auctioned. Those who are interested are welcome to come to Tiandu City.
I, the other side bridge, sell myself on the spot.
Shanshan Auction House welcomes you.
“Is this what you wrote?”
Wei Sushen asked with a sullen face after accidentally discovering an invitation letter that had not been sent out yet.
Fang Shan pursed his lips and said, "I've put in a lot of effort, but my writing skills are limited."
If Wei Sushen had known that such a mess would happen, he would not have bothered to ask Fang Shan to write the invitation letter in the first place. Now it is too late to regret.
Fang Shan tried his best to divert his attention from the exaggerated narrative: "With the Bridge to the Other Shore as the finale, no one will mind even if the stolen goods are sold."
"Stolen goods?" Wei Sushen frowned slightly, seeming dissatisfied with this statement.
Fang Shan thought for a moment and said, "Indeed, that was the toll they paid." He sighed and said with regret, "Actually, the slogan I came up with at the time was that if you want to pass through here, you have to leave money to buy your way through. Unfortunately, I felt it wasn't very decent, so I had to give it up."
Wei Sushen rubbed his head: "...well done."
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Zuiyuexuan, who had never made a mistake in buying intelligence, was ruthlessly slapped in the face. The invitation letter was obviously more sensational than the previous one.
"Have you heard that the bridge on the other side has given birth to a spirit and transformed into a human form, and is openly auctioning itself off?!"
"Sparkling Auction House, isn't this name a bit funny?"
"It's hard to tell if the auction items are real or fake, but no one should be bold enough to openly tease the heroes of the world."
"You'll know when you see it."
The outside world is in chaos, and the culprit has already arrived in Tiandu City.
Fang Shan was glad that they came early. Less than a day after the invitation was sent out, all the inns in Tiandu City were full, and many forces even fought for accommodation.
Humming a little tune and eating snacks, Fang Shan glanced at Wei Sushen and said comfortably, "What price are you going to ask for?"
Wei Sushen was calm: "As you wish."
Fang Shan quietly opened the window a crack, looked at the bustle below and shook his head: "So many monks are fighting for the holy artifact, only we are here to sell it."
“…”
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