Chapter 191
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Chapter 191: The Steady Disciples of Silver Coins
In the Hidden Spirit Sect, at the trial tower, during the battle royale game,
Qian Bing and his puppet troops have been lying in ambush in this area for a long time. The poisonous mist in the entire battle royale virtual world has now shrunk by half.
"Why isn’t that silly bear coming yet?" Qian Bing frowned.
After several battle royale games, Qian Bing deeply understands that if that silly bear isn’t eliminated first, he will surely be the first to die in the finals.
"If I had known, I would have fought you head-on back then."
"The future top fighter of the Hidden Spirit Sect, yet you have such a narrow mind. Is it really necessary to hold a grudge just because I bombed you a few times?"
As Qian Bing spoke, he glanced back at the ice crystal cannon behind him. This cannon was the price he paid for losing three original Foundation Establishment Stage puppets.
Although using a cannon feels a bit underhanded, Qian Bing couldn’t help but exclaim how great it is after he once blasted Xiong Li into scraps with it!
Qian Bing gazed at the thick pillar of spiritual energy in front of him, indicating that there was an important treasure or spirit pills for full recovery in this battle royale world.
Either of those could play a crucial role in the final showdown.
However, only the strongest disciples among all the participants in the game dared to seize such important items.
In the battle royale world, there is a rule: the more important the treasure, the greater the danger.
Danger can appear in ways you could never imagine, catching you off guard each time.
"If Xiong Li doesn’t come, I really want to see what kind of treasure it is."
"If it’s a top-tier precious artifact, that would be perfect."
"But I mustn’t act impulsively. After all, I finally got the ice crystal cannon at the start. By surviving to the end, I should be able to secure a spot in the top three."
"If I can deal with Xiong Li beforehand, I would have a fifty percent chance of getting first."
"That would bring me a step closer to my dream of a large puppet troop," Qian Bing said.
Ever since he saw a high-quality Foundation Establishment Stage puppet camp in the treasury, he instantly fell in love with it.
This third-tier precious artifact puppet camp could summon 200 puppets, and it has a simple repair function. As long as no parts are missing, the puppets in the camp will slowly restore themselves.
It is said that this is a precious artifact casually crafted by the Grand Elder, left in the treasury just waiting for someone to exchange for it.
However, the 10,000 exchange points required is indeed a lot. Thankfully, the upcoming battle royale games have given him hope. Now, he already has over 4,000 points. As long as he continues to rank well in the games, he can quickly gather those 10,000 points.
Qian Bing patiently waited outside the spiritual light pillar, and the puppets behind him made not a single sound.
In the battle royale game, he learned an important lesson: don’t wander in dangerous places unless you are invincible there.
Also, when hiding, one must remain calm even when danger looms large.
In these recent games, if he hadn’t encountered Xiong Li at the start, he generally ranked within the top five.
As time ticked by, Qian Bing finally spotted a swordsman disciple approaching.
"Xiang Chuming, swordsman, ignoring."
"Steady now, be careful with swordsmen; they might target you from behind," Qian Bing warned.
Not far away, Xiang Chuming looked at the dazzling pillar of spiritual light in confusion.
"This isn’t a trap, is it?" Xiang Chuming licked his lips, recalling the difficulties he faced in previous games.
Xiang Chuming carefully observed his surroundings and then found a spot to hide.
In such an obvious location, with the bright Spiritual Light Pillar, he’d bet he could eat the dirt of this ground if no one was lying in ambush.
Qian Bing watched as Xiang Chuming hid and muttered, "That Old Silver Coin," under his breath. He then continued to wait and adjusted the position of the ice crystal cannon, making sure he could take down Xiong Li the moment he appeared.
Hard work pays off, and Qian Bing finally spotted Xiong Li in the distance.
His heart raced; if he could just blast that dumb bear, he’d have a shot at first place.
The cannon slowly adjusted its aim under the puppet’s control, locking onto Xiong Li’s path.
At the same time, three spots near Qian Bing showed signs of movement, as if others were also preparing to strike.
In a battle royale game, everyone usually fights for themselves. But the moment Xiong Li shows up, all the disciples team up against him.
That’s because if Xiong Li joins the fight and the others don’t work together, none of them stand a chance at first place. It’s an unspoken rule among the participants.
Right now, Xiong Li was surrounded by a thick layer of violent energy, his Five Elements Body Refinement Technique running at full power, ready to fend off any sudden danger.
He wasn’t the unstoppable force he’d been in his first battle royale game.
Looking at the Spiritual Light Pillar not far away, he frowned, clearly conflicted.
In such an obvious spot, even a fool wouldn’t believe there wasn’t an ambush. But what worried Xiong Li was whether someone was waiting there with a cannon, ready to blast him.
"Should I risk it?" Xiong Li muttered to himself. If he could get his hands on another treasure, he was confident he could hold his own in the finals, as long as no one bombarded him.
He’d already figured out that in the battle royale game, there’s only one cannon at most at the start, and it’s usually guarded by a bunch of puppets. Most people avoid it, knowing the risk of getting blown up.
Thinking this, Xiong Li clenched his teeth. Ever since that kid Qian Bing blasted him out of the game once, he’d developed a weird habit. The moment he entered the battle royale game, he’d rush to grab the cannon and then set up an ambush.
Now, Xiong Li was sure there was a hundred percent chance of an ambush ahead, and a fifty percent chance Qian Bing was waiting with the cannon, ready to take him out.
"Little punk, I’m not playing your game anymore."
As Xiong Li spoke, he pulled out an invisibility talisman he’d just gotten and slapped it on himself.
"Damn, this is bad. I’ve run into the cautious Xiong Li," a voice said not far from Qian Bing.
"Looks like first place is going to Xiong Li this time."
"Senior Brother Qian, are you there?" another voice called out.
"I’m here," Qian Bing replied, sounding a bit disappointed.
"Do you have the cannon this time?" the voice asked.
"Nope. You think I’d show you my trump card?"
"Haha."
After that, the ambushers started to leave, going back to scavenging for resources.
As for the treasure and spirit pills under the Spiritual Light Pillar, no one dared to go for them.
For something that valuable, no one could be sure they’d get it—except for Xiong Li, that freak.
Five hours later, in the final circle.
Only 30 disciples were left, all hiding in different spots, waiting for someone to make a move.
Xiong Li was crouched in some tall grass, quietly watching ahead.
He knew that the group was waiting for him to show up, which had always been the signal for the finals to start.
Usually, there were two outcomes: either he’d fight everyone off and make it to the end, or he’d get knocked out, leaving the others to fend for themselves.
"This time, I’m changing the game."
Xiong Li wore a light smile. He just wanted to see what would happen if he didn’t show up.
Watching the live stream, Xu Fan chuckled and said, "Not bad, it’s got the right vibe."
After going through this battle royale game, he noticed all the disciples were improving fast. Their fighting strength and cultivation hadn’t grown much, but their caution and sneaky tactics were skyrocketing.
"Master, this game isn’t going to turn the disciples into troublemakers, is it?" Xu Yuexian asked.
"Honesty, selflessness, bravery, charging ahead—do those really get you far in the cultivation world?" Xu Fan shot back.
"Surviving with their lives intact is already a win," Xu Yuexian blurted out.
"Will that keep them alive in the cultivation world?" Xu Fan pointed at the light curtain of the live stream.
"They’d probably live pretty comfortably," Xu Yuexian caught Xu Fan’s meaning.
"These disciples will have to venture into the cultivation world someday. I don’t want the ones I’ve carefully chosen to fall victim to dirty tricks the moment they step out," Xu Fan explained.
"So, instead of that, it’s better to use this to show them the dangers of the cultivation world early on," Xu Fan said.
"Then why didn’t you let me experience this back then, Master?" Xu Yuexian asked.
Xu Fan glanced at her and said slowly, "Your nature fits the cultivation world perfectly. Think about it—aside from that time you got ambushed by a Void Refinement stage cultivator, have you ever really been at a disadvantage?"
Xu Yuexian tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then laughed. "Haha, I never really noticed, but you’re right."
"And don’t forget the techniques I taught you."
"Those will keep you relatively safe in the cultivation world," Xu Fan said.
"Your elder brother, your third junior brother, and your fourth junior brother."
"Their survival skills are weak, but I spent half my time refining escape techniques for you all, so you can protect yourselves out there."
"Master’s kindness—I’ll serve you for the rest of my life," Xu Yuexian said gratefully.
"Come up with something new; I’m getting tired of hearing that," Xu Fan said lazily, still watching the live stream.
"……….." Xu Yuexian realized her Master was becoming harder to please.
On the light curtain, some restless participants had already started hunting down the remaining players for duels.
Then the finals officially began, and the entire arena exploded with action.
Spells, illusions, sword formations, puppets, talismans, and beast control techniques were all on display.
The most eye-catching were two members of a construction faction who quickly built five elemental defense towers using the resources they’d gathered, shielding themselves in the center. Anyone who attacked them would have to face the firepower of five defense towers.
"The sect’s got some real talent. Should we call this the construction warfare style?" Xu Fan watched the five defense towers with interest.
