Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 164: History That Never Fades (35)

The setting sun is blood-red and everything is quiet.

Sitting in front of the burning sect gate, Liu Xiaoqiang recalled his recent experience and it felt like a dream.

The newly created character has no cultivation skills and has the same strength as an ordinary person. In the eyes of those demon monks, he is like a pig or a dog and can be killed at will.

But this is a game, there is no pain. You can be resurrected even if you die, and you can be reborn infinitely.

The players were also killed ruthlessly and rushed towards the Demonic Monks regardless of everything, even killing an unlucky Qi Refining disciple after suffering huge casualties.

However, the price they paid was terrible.

Although it was filled with human lives, 90% of Shennong Valley was destroyed.

There are broken walls and ruins everywhere, and it would be even more tragic if the players' bodies did not disappear automatically.

The corpse disappeared, but the bloodstains left here would remain for a while, causing the sect's ground to be completely stained with blood, and the soil of the farmland was even stained red.

Almost all resources were looted, the sect’s warehouses were empty, farmland and forests were burning, and the resources accumulated by previous generations were gone.

At this moment, Liu Xiaoqiang knew what it felt like to be heartbroken and what it meant to live a life worse than death.

The players who came back here walked here like zombies, but they still did their duty to restore the production facilities, put out fires and rescue usable resources.

And Liu Xiaoqiang now has something he wants to confirm.

That depends on Huang Xiaoling’s life or death.

This is the first and only non-player character they meet.

Every player received her guidance when they first entered the game, and would get her help from time to time.

Her optimism, her open-mindedness, and her act of standing up to protect everyone were deeply imprinted in everyone's heart, making the disciples of Wanfa Sect constantly pray that she would be fine.

In the chat channel, rumors about Huang Xiaoling were flying everywhere, but none of them were reliable.

Actively searching nearby, Liu Xiaoqiang came to the foot of a nearby mountain and suddenly heard a familiar bell sound.

He rushed over and crawled, and saw Huang Xiaoling, whose legs were cut off, leaning against a rock under the broken wall, raising his left hand and shaking the bell on his wrist.

【Senior sister! 】

Immediately notify others to come to the rescue, Liu Xiaoqiang rushed over and said to Huang Xiaoling: [Senior sister, we are here, you hold on! ]

[Are you just a passerby? Sorry, my eyes are burned and I didn’t recognize you, ahem. ]

[Senior sister, don't talk, the others are coming soon! ]

[I can’t do it anymore. I know my situation best. It’s hopeless at this point. Damn it, I thought I could see Shennong Valley rise, but I can only rest here for a while.]

【Senior sister...】

At this time, Liu Xiaoqiang was full of resentment.

He hated those evil cultivators, hated himself for not having any strength, and hated himself even more for being a disciple of Shennong Valley but not knowing any medical skills or rescue techniques.

Raising her hand, Huang Xiaoling gently touched Liu Xiaoqiang's head: [Don't cry, don't cry. You are a cultivator, why are you crying? I am relieved to leave Shennong Valley to you. The demon cultivators are powerful, this should be a lesson for us, so that we will listen to them in the future. You must endure humiliation and give them whatever they want, and never conflict again.]

[Senior sister, I can’t do this! ]

[That has to be done! ]

Huang Xiaoling suddenly shouted, causing Liu Xiaoqiang to stop crying.

Then, she calmed down and said softly: [Resist, unite, quietly accumulate strength, and then retaliate. Cultivation is to cultivate a clear mind. But for revenge, you still have to endure.]

[How long can I endure this? ]

[Endure until you are able to fight back. This process may take a thousand years, or even ten thousand years, but it’s okay, you can do it.]

【Senior sister...】

[Don't cry, I'm going. And don't worry, when you see the mountain flowers in full bloom and white clouds floating by, that means I'm here to see you. Remember, be patient.]

Huang Xiaoling's left hand dropped weakly, and the ringing sound of the bell stopped.

When other players came here, all they saw was Huang Xiaoling's body and Liu Xiaoqiang sobbing beside her.

The bodies of non-player characters would also disappear, and the players could only dig a pit in a secluded place in the back mountain and bury Huang Xiaoling's bell in it. No one spoke, and the chat channel was also silent, but depression and anger accumulated in this silence, as if the underground fire was flowing.

It was time for class. The disciples of Wanfa Sect put down their bamboo slips and walked into the classroom in silence.

Old Liu looked at his silent disciples, not quite sure what was going on.

Maybe I've been studying too hard these days and I'm tired.

It seems that I have to advise Wang Jiu to let these disciples pay attention to the combination of work and rest.

He skillfully led everyone into the dream, and began to talk in the dream: "Last time we talked about the story of the founder of Shennong Valley, but the founder was not strictly speaking the founder of Shennong Valley. According to the founder, many disciples had made outstanding contributions to Shennong Valley before. Among them was a disciple named Huang Xiaoling, who died in the process of resisting the demon cultivators. At that time...what happened to you?"

Liu Xiaoqiang burst into tears when he suddenly heard the familiar name.

Crying is contagious. The disciples who had been doing well before now started crying at their desks, and couldn't stop crying in their dreams.

Even Xue Cheng, a man who had seen life and death and had been to the execution ground several times, burst into tears, leaving Lao Liu completely confused as to why.

What happened to the disciples of Wanfa Sect?
Why is it different from previous sessions?

Not only these disciples, the little white cat is also crying now.

Lying on the table, she covered her face and cried uncontrollably, all the hair on her face was wet.

While crying, she also said: "All those devil cultivators deserve to die! Damn it!"

"Just a reminder, you are also from the Demon Sect." Lin Yuan said on the side.

"I deserve to die too! Brother, you deserve to die too! I was having so much fun, why did a demonic invasion suddenly come? Huang Xiaoling died so tragically."

"You don't have to go. You can just find a place to hide."

"But I'm Huang Xiaoling! What kind of senior sister would I be if I didn't protect those disciples!"

Sighing, Lin Yuan said, "But that's how history is."

Su Xianxiao wiped away her tears and finally calmed down, but she was still sobbing.

After hearing this, she started crying again.

Originally, she still had some resentment towards the decent people, but after knowing that Huang Xiaoling was actually a real person, her resentment instantly disappeared without a trace.

Wiping her tears, she asked, "Are the demon sects in history really so cruel?"

"Yes, if they kill the whole family for a disagreement, the reality will only be more brutal."

"Damn the Demon Sect! What happened next?"

"Later..."

Lin Yuan looked out the window at the statue of the god of agriculture in the square.

The statue nodded slightly, and a scene that only Lin Yuan could see appeared behind it.

In that scene, he saw the god of agriculture still harvesting wheat, and a translucent girl was surrounding him with water, and the bell in her left hand was tinkling.

Feeling Lin Yuan's gaze, the girl waved and smiled like a flower.

Behind her, mountain flowers are in full bloom and white clouds are curling.

The game connects history and the present. Part of the admiration of the Wanfa Sect's disciples falls on the girl, allowing her to gain the faith of incense and concentrate her soul around the God of Agriculture.

This is partly due to the divinity of the God of Agriculture, but the disciples’ faith also plays an important role.

Then, a golden light emerged from the girl's body and turned into a blessing that fell on the brow of the still weeping little white cat.

This was a gift from the other party. Huang Xiaoling recognized Su Xianxiao's performance and gave her her blessing.

Lin Yuan waved gently, looked at the golden light between the white cat's eyebrows and said, "Very good."

History is relegated to the past.

But the touching feelings and sacrifices contained therein will never fade.

(End of this chapter)