In many things, Wei Ye is far-sighted and even foresighted.
Fang Shan felt quite amused after seeing the task. Regardless of the process, the desired result was simply to break the inherent idea of most people practicing alone.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at System 001 again. The latter's mood had plummeted to its lowest point. The coffee shop owner seemed to have taken root nearby, ignoring the man's murderous gaze and holding his ground.
The foreigner ended up alone.
He was somewhat incredulous and walked over to Fang Shan, the only person who had said a few words, with a bitter tone: "You are discriminating against our international friends."
Fang Shan didn't send anyone elsewhere, and was still thinking about the deeper meaning of the mission.
There are groupings and selections, and it seems that even the punishment for failure is not something to be afraid of.
No matter how hard the foreigner tried to get close to Fang Shan, after everyone had taken their positions, he was still considered a lone person. Lightning outside the window suddenly struck the house, circling Fang Shan like a silver snake, and striking the foreigner steadily and fiercely.
The moment the white light disappeared, the foreigners also disappeared.
The little fat boy was the most timid, and his flesh trembled: "He's...dead already?"
It was smashed to ashes.
Fang Shan: "Alive."
The moment the lightning retreated, he clearly heard a scream, and then the man disappeared.
The most insightful person was the girl who claimed to have a family of cultivators: "I think it's more of a matter of elimination. If the era of cultivation really comes, the casualties will most likely be..."
"A casual cultivator." Fang Shan continued her words.
Because of different positions, as long as they practice, they must compete for resources. If they act alone, independent practitioners will undoubtedly suffer losses.
At this moment, the previous words disappeared, and a new line of words appeared on the screen:
Mission: Learn from a master.
Note: You need a guide on the road of cultivation. There is a legacy left by a powerful man after his death nearby. Find it and possess it.
As everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, Fang Shan suddenly chuckled, "So that's how it is."
It was the little fat guy who picked up on him: "This is just like playing a game. We are all in the Novice Village, and this is just basic instruction."
In other words, dying and being eliminated doesn't matter, but staying will definitely bring more benefits.
Fang Shan gave him a rare appreciative look, seemingly agreeing with him, and said, "What a waste of time."
One task after another, who knows how long it will take to complete the guidance.
Feeling bored, he raised his eyes and his gaze met Wei Sushen's. The other party clearly saw the flash in his eyes, and the words "ill-intentioned" were almost printed on them.
"What do you want to do?" Wei Sushen asked.
Fang Shan spread his hands: "Of course, we should end this meaningless game as soon as possible."
After saying that, he looked at everyone, and two books on basic skills appeared out of thin air in his hands.
The girl who was nearby exclaimed, "Could it be that you have the legendary space item?"
Fang Shan didn't answer, deliberately putting on the airs of a worldly expert. He shook the brochure in his hand and said, "Fire sale price... No, the starting price is 100,000."
The so-called martial arts that appeared out of nowhere, coupled with his nonsensical look, made no one respond for a while.
After a moment, the girl stepped forward and asked for his opinion: "Can you let me take a look first?"
Fang Shan handed it over generously.
The girl carefully flipped through the first few pages. It was similar to the family-inherited technique, except this one was more complete. "Five hundred thousand."
She was an honest girl, so Fang Shan didn't wait for anyone else to bid and made the deal immediately.
The girl was overjoyed: "I'll add you as my friend and transfer the money to you."
Everyone present was well-off, and with the idea of "better to believe it than not" in mind, they bid for the only remaining copy of the technique.
Fang Shan watched calmly, and during this time he took the time to say to Wei Ye: "I will give you two large boxes later as a betrothal gift."
Wei Ye was silent for a few seconds and looked at Wei Sushen.
Having long been accustomed to this kind of 'big scene', Wei Sushen said in a normal tone: "He has great personal charm."
He glanced at the little fat boy and said, "Now is the time to ask if you have any questions."
The little fat boy shook his head. It was just like doing a math problem. He could only write down one solution anyway. He was too lazy to study the complicated process and even copy the answer.
After selling the skills, Fang Shan walked to the front and knocked on the edge of the projector: "My stuff is better than the inheritance. Hurry up, next task."
The screen flickered. If it were a human, its dissatisfaction would be evident in its words. It took a long while before it re-posted: Sense the elements of heaven and earth, and understand your own spiritual roots.
The little fat boy looked outside nervously. The elements are just gold, wood, water, fire and earth. Does he have to experience them one by one?
Just as everyone was waiting for the notes after the mission to appear, Fang Shan glanced at the girl standing still: "Wood Spiritual Root."
Then he looked at the coffee shop owner: "Earth type."
He turned his gaze to Wei Sushen and rubbed his hands: "Let me feel your bones."
Just as he was about to touch her, the latter called out to his father, which made him lose interest like a withered flower.
After sighing and listing the remaining people's attributes one by one, Fang Shan impatiently urged the screen again: "Hurry up and release the new task."
This time, the projector did not slowly reveal words like before, but was like a TV flashing with snow.
Fang Shan: "It's been in disrepair for a long time, is it broken?"
The coffee shop owner said from an objective perspective: "Maybe he was angry at you."
Rainy days are the best for sleeping, and Fang Shan didn't want to waste the good time during a thunderstorm: "If you have nothing else, please take us back home."
Projector: “…”
"Are you there?" Fang Shan frowned. "If you're still alive, please move."
The walls of the conference room suddenly became distorted. This distortion is visible to the naked eye, but it does not affect the solidity of the building.
The little fat man hid behind Wei Ye: "It's been deformed by anger."
Fang Shan corrected him, "The environment we are in may just be an illusion."
There is no such humane saying as being so angry that one is deformed.
No matter how well-reasoned Fang Shan's words were, the smiles on the faces of others when they looked at him were hollow, and their steps as they walked away silently were equally hollow.
How to say it?
Fang Shan gave them the impression of being a hidden boss, a standard boss: he could do anything he wanted without dying, but everyone around him would definitely be killed.
The girl hugged the magic stick tightly, trying to find comfort. She moved closer to the door, but was afraid to go out. Another girl followed her example and stood with her to hug for warmth.
Only Wei Sushen was still standing beside Fang Shan. Although his temperament had nothing to do with being weak and pitiful, many eyes looking at him were filled with sympathy and admiration.
Wei Sushen remained calm and composed, staring at the projector, waiting for the snowflakes on it to disappear.
The building's distortion hadn't recovered. Five minutes later, the screen finally returned to normal: "The mission has been detected as complete, and teleportation is about to begin."
3, 2, 1.
The last number disappeared and the scene in front of me changed.
Nothing in the living room had changed, including the pendulum on the wall. Just as before the sudden change, the fat boy was still at the stairs, maintaining a complaining expression.
"Back?" The little fat boy's pupils shrank unnaturally. In just a few breaths, he couldn't tell whether everything that happened before was an illusion or not.
Fang Shan coughed lightly, interrupting his thoughts, and said seriously, "In fact, it's because you're mentally unstable after playing games all night."
The little fat man suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."
Before he could finish his words, Wei Ye hit him on the head, neither too hard nor too light.
The little fat boy curled his lips. He also knew that Fang Shan’s explanation was a bit far-fetched, but self-deception was a talent, so why waste it?
Fang Shan stopped teasing her and instead looked at System 001 with a serious look: "Is this what you want to achieve?"
The man leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, as if he were in his own territory. "I can't say it's accomplished, just halfway."
The current situation is more like God conducting an experiment, picking out those qualified people and letting them try to drive the development of an era. It is hard to say whether they will succeed.
Not knowing how to evaluate what System 001 had done, the two looked at each other in silence.
The little fat man suddenly interrupted and said, "Actually, we can form a men's group to cultivate immortality."
As he spoke, he did not forget to point at his eldest brother who had always been regarded as the pride of the family: "He's in the C position."
Wei Sushen looked at him, his eyes cold enough to freeze.
The little fat boy moved his mouth and was about to admit his mistake when he heard a noise at the entrance.
Jiang Meiling took off her high heels and saw several people gathered together as soon as she entered the door, including a stranger.
The man stood up and greeted her politely, "Hello, beautiful lady, my name is Lingyi."
Jiang Meiling smiled and said hello, then looked at the others, trying to figure out who brought the man with him, and finally fixed her eyes on Fang Shan.
"He was an old friend of mine." Fang Shan admitted.
Jiang Meiling smiled and said, "She has a very unique temperament."
Although he looks ordinary, he inadvertently reveals a contradictory trait.
Seeing her inner evaluation, Fang Shan said calmly: "The name is just like the person. The surname is Ling and the name is Yi. It is a natural contradiction."
Jiang Meiling didn't understand the deeper meaning of this sentence, but System 001 almost turned half evil, looking at Fang Shan and mouthing: Don't anger me.
Jiang Meiling still felt a bit of the cold outside and shivered. Wei Ye handed her a towel, but she didn't take it. She smiled and said, "Are you back after reflecting on yourself?"
Wei Ye nodded slightly. Thanks to his son who betrayed his father, he had been kicked out of the house for who knows how many times this year.
Jiang Meiling didn't dwell on the previous incident anymore. She poured herself a cup of hot tea to ward off the cold, her brows furrowed slightly as she said, "Something strange happened on the road today."
The lightning in the sky seemed to have life, and the angle of each flash was quite tricky.
The little fat man said quickly: "Maybe someone is cultivating immortality."
Wei Sushen gave him a warning look and he immediately shut up.
Jiang Meiling saw their private actions and looked at Wei Ye: "I'll wait for you upstairs."
The little fat boy deliberately lowered his voice: "Dad, how are you going to explain?"
Wei Ye walked straight past him without answering.
The fat boy put his hands together and prayed that the other party would not be kicked out of the house as soon as he came back.
A lot happened tonight. After making a wish, I felt dizzy and went upstairs to rest.
The number of people in the living room is reduced by half, so you don’t have to worry too much about what you say.
Fang Shan poked Wei Sushen's waistline and said, "If the spiritual energy can really be revived, would you consider establishing a sect?"
There was three parts sincerity in his words and seven parts joking.
After hearing this, Wei Sushen thought carefully and said after a while, "It's too small."
Fang Shan was stunned.
Wei Sushen: "I think the Heavenly Palace is good."
“…”
The author has something to say: Fang Shan: I wanted you to found a new sect and worship you as the ancestor, but you said you wanted to be the Emperor of Heaven!
Wei Sushen: You still have to have dreams.
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