I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players-Chapter 487 - 276: Forcibly Seizing a Strand of Hope
At the same time.
At Sword Casting Manor, Ning Zheng, assuming the role of the old steward, directly ascended the mountain.
"Master Steward, why have you come!"
"Please save this world."
"We were wrong, we are unworthy saviors."
"This grand plot, no matter how we calculate it, feels beyond our ability!"
...
Every game usually has an elder in the Newbie Village welcoming players claiming to be saviors.
They are the same in front of us now.
But never did they expect this apocalypse to be so vast and despairing, making them resent their own inaction!
They’re extremely regretful now!
Ning Zheng saw their repentant looks, knowing they recognized their errors, and felt puzzled.
Apocalypse was the fault of the Human God, not yours?
Honestly, Ning Zheng thought they were already quite fierce, with strong action, developing the manor at such rapid speed — a miracle in human history!
Yet why do they bear such heavy responsibility, insisting this apocalypse cannot be saved as if it’s their major fault!
Since this plot has a bad ending, it must be their issue!
In reality.
The Human God’s sneak attack caught all Nine-State cultivators, even the elders, off guard.
Why does the little blacksmith take on the main responsibility?
Look at Ning Zheng himself, clear-headed, knowing there’s only so much a small Three Elements Realm cultivator can do. He fled decisively.
But unexpectedly failing to escape was the result.
Yet Ning Zheng thought otherwise, the little blacksmiths were doing well, inspiring the despair and pain within them, encouraging them to work harder, no more laughing about all day.
"Now, I have a mission for you."
Ning Zheng spoke solemnly: "This concerns the future of Nine-State."
The desperate crowd’s eyes lit up.
They fear difficult tasks, but not tasks at all.
"Master Steward, please speak!"
"For Nine-State, we’re willing to die!"
"Sacrifice everything without hesitation!"
...
Ning Zheng surveyed around, his gaze falling on that group of Embers weapons:
"Currently, humans entering any survival zones must be isolated for a period, but weapons don’t, weapons won’t be infected."
"And weapons can prove your identity as Xirong Divine Craftsmen."
"I want you weapons to go to various human survival zones to perform a worship ritual, making the remaining human cities venerate Xirong Divine Craftsmen and voluntarily offer a drop of blood."
...
Ning Zheng explained the general process.
Why can followers of No-Life Sect absorb Qi Fortune -2?
Because they are fanatic believers of No-Life Sect, willingly trading with the Mother of Non-Life, as long as one impersonates her to get their agreement for the trade.
Impersonate the Mother of Non-Life, succeeding to have these followers die is possible, not to mention mere Qi Fortune trading?
And now.
Ning Zheng intends to establish a temporary Xirong Divine Sect.
If this plan was unworkable before, it certainly is now with Xirong’s strong reputation, Nine-State’s hope, already with some being ardent fans.
They have a great chance to become temporary fanatic believers, sincerely agreeing to trade Qi Fortune Value, allowing for harvesting.
As for offering blood, it’s fake, it’s a trade in the name of offering a drop of blood, with the true purpose being agreeing to offer Qi Fortune Value.
And blood, disguising the mere research by Xirong Divine Craftsmen on human ape solutions, hiding the true motive of collecting Qi Fortune.
Since, without reason, holding similar cult-like rituals would need a rationale anyway.
Ning Zheng deliberated internally:
"But there are two issues."
"First, though Nine-State faces impending doom, those human ape citizens will definitely grasp this last straw, agreeing to the Xirong Divine Craftsmen’s ritual, but verbal agreement isn’t enough, sincere, voluntary trades of utmost honesty are needed to extract Qi Fortune Value -2."
"Followers of No-Life Sect manage because they’re believers, but ordinary citizens, mostly faithless, pure-hearted, without stray thoughts in devotion, if conversion rate reaches 10% it’s already good."
"Second, my absorption range for Qi Fortune Value is limited, I must teleport repeatedly to human gathering places, hidebeside during ceremonies to absorb."
Ning Zheng sighed.
His body must frenetically shuttle everywhere.
But the external human ape virus is so frightening, even in a Protective Shield, with vacuum settings isolating from the outside, going out himself still carries a risk of infection.
"But a trip must be made."
Ning Zheng’s Qi Fortune Value wasn’t enough, this opportunity was rare, likely not to encounter such sincere faith again.
Must seize this moment to harvest, even if Nine-State only collects one ten-thousandth of the limited population, that would be astonishing numbers.
He looked at each Divine Weapon, passing through the Teleportation Array, "Let’s go, first send you to each district."
...
Imperial Mausoleum of Capital City.
Inside the Dragon Palace, a sudden raid left everyone in this grave confused.
Why not fight the Human God, but come to us here?
The ancient Saints of the Dragon Race had yet to respond, but the indigenous locals, unaware of the outside world, launched various powerful guard teams in an attack.
"Who dares to be so bold?"
"Daring to attack the Dragon Palace?"
Countless powerhouses responded with voices full of anger.
They still lived in history, even unaware that they were dead.
In their worldview, the Dragon Race was the strongest and most perfect race throughout the Nine-State.
Yet here appeared a strange, ugly, bald creature attacking them?
This hairless creature, pale and bloodless, seemed in their eyes to be an aberrant descendant.
If they gave birth to a dragon without scales, their first reaction would be disgust, finding it unsightly, wanting to strangle it.
"This creature, is it from the Ape Race? How did its fur disappear?"
"A freak, probably kicked out by its tribal clan."
"The Ape Race is nothing more than an inferior species; how dare it attack our supreme Dragon Race?"
Throughout the city in the Dragon Palace tomb, innumerable mixed-blood Dragon Blood Tribe were pointing to the sky, discussing, even mocking.
"Silence!!" The few leading tomb commanders, their expressions growing uglier the more they listened, immediately shouted in reprimand.
You are courting death!
Shut your mouths.
The neutral tomb group behind the Nursery, having just spoken out, was brutally beaten.
"No need, let them continue. I enjoy listening," Ning Zheng’s eyes flashed with a trace of smile, though his heart was constantly re-evaluating everything with absolute logic and judgment, further aided by the Qi Fortune Value’s detection, in hopes of seizing any chance of survival.
Their intelligence indeed seemed abundant.
Truly, outside the Imperial Mausoleum, lay ancient failures.
Those truly possessing depth, information, intelligence were the ancient, great families hiding within the Imperial Mausoleum, perhaps even being part of the Royal Race themselves.
It’s a pity.
Given the chance, I would not mind sitting down to hear tales of heroic and mournful eras.
But now, time is too pressing.
"Burn it," Ning Zheng ordered.
"Alright!" Xinyi Yun’s Dharma Aspect once again split, igniting the Firewood, methodically setting ablaze those mixed-blood dragons who spoke the most earlier.
Of course, Ning Zheng did not visit the human dynasties following the Human Ape.
For truth might have been erased by later generations; after all, history is penned by the victors.
He chose to visit the era overthrown by the Human Ape.
Only his enemies would best understand the existence of this Ape God!
"You!?"
The expressions of those Saints shifted several times.
They had welcomed him in good faith, yet he was so fierce; is he a lunatic? Immediately wanting to slaughter?
But they were not foolish. The leading Dragon Race Saint laughed, "Please go ahead and burn. We and that Ancient Ape are mortal enemies, willing to assist with a token of help. If you trust us, we can even articulate it directly to you; why kill to obtain information?"
"I do not trust you, we’ll obtain the information ourselves."
Ning Zheng’s voice rendered the one Dragon Race Saint rigid, a flicker of anger passed across his face, yet he endured.
Who were they?
The ancient Dragon Race, within the tombs were even strong individuals from the other Four Divine Beasts Race!
Back then, their loss to the Ancient Ape Race wasn’t because they truly lost in battle, but due to weighing gains and losses, they chose concession.
Because the Ancient Ape bred too fast, and were born wise early.
Their Divine Beast Race couldn’t match their numbers, and the overwhelming trend led them to yield. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Just like the current Human Race, it may be the strongest race in the Nine-State, but does that mean each region’s Divine Beast Races are weak?
They are not weak!!
Merely reclusive, yet gathered they could contend with, even surpass the Human Race in numbers of powerhouses.
However, their birthrate is low, unwilling to deplete themselves against the constantly replenishing humans.
Moreover, the territory of the Nine-State is vast, resources sufficient, hence the peace.
The dominators of the Melting Dragon Era in those times did not lose but conceded to that Ape God, though still retained powerful strength.
Even that Ancient Ape dared not contend to the death with them, yet this young, skinned, hairless ape dared provoke?
With a swish!
Xinyi Yun decisively continued to burn a large swath of mixed-blood dragon species.
"It’s clearly not enough."
Ning Zheng’s gaze fell on the Imperial Palace, preparing to burn a peak Dragon Emperor of a certain ancient era during the Dragon Dynasty.
"Even a Saint-level must be burned to death."
These words caused an uproar throughout the scene.
"You are overstepping your bounds!" Burning their confidants was already a slap to their faces, yet with the executioner’s blade looming over their heads, they could no longer bear it.
Such pushed advancement, was pressing their faces into the ground!
Each Saint was once a Dragon King of a certain dynasty era, overturning seas, sweeping across the world, wielding seas to engulf the Nine-State, causing innumerable enemies dread.
But now, to be burned?
"Sir, we will not withhold any intelligence, we shall articulate it ourselves." A Saint stood up, "Why need it involve death? We are not—"
Ning Zheng’s eyes glittered with a cold light.
"Then burn a group."
