"Greetings, Third Ancestor!" The four of them simultaneously perford a grand salute.
"Why are there only four of you? The teleportation can accommodate up to ten people at a ti." At this mont, the elder stood there exuding authority, with not a trace of sorrow on his face.
"If the four of us can’t succeed, bringing more people won’t make a difference." The Nine Heavens President spoke confidently.
"Go ahead! From now on, the contract ends, and future prices won’t be the sa as before."
"What? We’re family, sharing the sa ancestors." The oldest vice president grew anxious.
"That’s exactly why it’s not abandoning cooperation." The Third Ancestor coldly responded.
"The younger generation understands. Every cooperation entails a fair cost, ensuring the Jiuxi Clan doesn’t suffer. We humbly ask you to take care of us on account of our shared ancestry." The Nine Heavens President quickly said, pulling an elder.
Then whispered a few words.
It’s been too long, and although strictly following ancestral teachings, it almost felt like a legend—until it truly appeared.
Obtaining a Spirit Root, becoming a Cultivator, leveraging player advantages, henceforth limitless possibilities, achieving immortality, becoming an Immortal, ascending like a deity will no longer be a dream.
Only the most prestigious forces among beta players know the truth.
Because they are the descendants of closed-beta players, their ancestors still slumber in top-level gaming pods.
The ultimate goal of all top internal beta players is to acquire a Spirit Root, but it’s incredibly difficult.
Closed-beta players pursued it, and internal beta players did too. Now that the open beta has started, yet still, no one has obtained that unique Spirit Root.
The president then entered the light circle, and the other three vice presidents eagerly followed.
The elder watched the light circle, jealousy unconcealed in his eyes.
Why, why are you players, while we are rely descendants of the ancestors in the Second World?
Yet you hold the rights of players, while we lack the advantages of natives? Will future generations never have Spirit Root Practitioners?
Why?
How unjust!
...!
Small Knife cautiously looked around.
The area was like a swamp, with water and mud as the main thes within his vision—a vast expanse, and Small Knife’s legs actually started to sink.
Yet nothing grew around, a desolate silence, sending chills down one’s spine.
What is that faint red light?
Could it be treasure?
Small Knife rejoiced.
Eye of Investigation alerts: Danger is approaching, indicated by the red light.
Note: The Eye of Investigation (beta version) has limited functionality, using the host as a signal source, can only generally assess danger level, accuracy is low.
Threads of golden True Qi suddenly emanated from Small Knife’s pores, automatically forming the Golden Bell Body Protection.
A gray, nondescript snake was repelled from beneath his feet.
As thick as an arm, sharing the sa color as the surrounding mud, it was completely hidden underground.
It startled Small Knife, and with a sudden reach, the Thick-Backed Steel Knife appeared in his hand. With a swing, the gray snake attacking the outside of the Golden Bell was cut in two.
However, the slippery feeling upon contact was not an illusion.
The two halves of the gray snake’s body continued to wriggle, but they wouldn’t last long. Only then did Small Knife look carefully.
Eye of Investigation alerts: Target information not recorded in the database, judged to be a serpent-like creature, likely poisonous, Tusk power rated Level 80, based on your Knife attack, judged to inherently possess slippery, twisting physical attack ability, extrely strong Defense, ordinary weapons struggle to cause harm.
Note: Gather more information.
Combat strength assessnt, approximately Level 80.
The plot twist was too fast, Small Knife didn’t have ti to complain.
Beep: Absorbed Soul Energy, converted into Experience: 32044.
Note: So Soul Energy dissipated, close proximity can enhance absorption efficiency.
"Over 30,000 Experience? Not bad." Small Knife was pleased; these days, Experience had almost run out.
He then looked over, and sure enough, the two-segnted corpse had stopped moving.
At this mont, three more of those strange snakes were biting the Golden Bell Shield on the muddy ground, revealing their positions.
Small Knife swung his long Knife, slicing each one apart.
This ti, the red light drew near.
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