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

Chapter 316 You Don’t Know Anything (26)

Counting his earnings, Chang Ping felt that he had found a smooth path.

Six spirit stones a day, and it is extremely easy to maintain. You can make money by moving cards into the game, which can be said to be a very profitable business.

Compared to the Paradise City he had built using Dao Jue, the current method was simple to make. As long as there was an idea, it could be quickly realized, making Chang Ping feel that the God of Wealth would definitely like it after seeing it.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Li Cheng walked in with a serious face. After he came in, he sighed: "Something happened again."

"What happened?" Chang Ping asked puzzledly.

"There was a game that appeared before, which was circulated for a while under the name of Fangwai, and then it was found to have problems. Many people who played it had problems with their souls, so it was banned."

"How could such a thing happen!" Chang Ping was furious. "Fang Wai is my idol, who could have done this?"

"I haven't played it, but I heard it's a game called Paradise City. Chang Ping, what's wrong with you?"

Chang Ping had just stood up, but sat down again immediately after hearing the name.

Waving his hands, he smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, my legs are weak."

In Paradise City, there is the divine power of the Star God. After playing, you will be inspired by the Star God and then subconsciously promote Paradise City.

However, Chang Ping could not control this process, and he never expected that they would promote it in this way.

You guys have caused me so much trouble.

Reluctantly suppressing his embarrassment, he asked again, "What's wrong with those people's souls?"

"The problem is not too big. The ones who got into trouble are mainly the Demon Sect, but some decent people have become a little weird after playing around, and they are receiving treatment now. Li Zimo, the Immortal Master, has publicly stated that he is not done with Paradise City. With so many things happening, he can't even contribute to the decent sect."

The cold sweat on Chang Ping's back kept coming out like a trickle.

Is it so serious?
Most of the Paradise City was extracted by him from within Dao Jue. Originally, he just wanted to harvest a wave of negative emotions, but he didn't expect that even his soul would be hurt.

But if you think about it carefully, this situation is normal.

Dao Jue was originally the Nascent Soul ancestor of the Nightmare Sect. His method of harvesting emotions was completely in accordance with the standards of the Demon Sect before.

Moreover, the Demon Sect was once very evil. In their eyes, mortals and ordinary monks were just consumables, so it was normal for them to do such things.

What did you do at the beginning?

The gods claim to be neutral. They hardly intervene in the battle between good and evil, and they don't care who dies.

But the God of Wealth was relatively friendly to the world. He knew that he had hurt the monks in his actions and didn't know how to punish himself.

Thinking of this, he secretly contacted Dao Jue and skipped the last step, replacing it with a gentler approach.

After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to ask: "Can the souls of those people be saved?"

"Yes, but it's very troublesome. Immortal Master Li Zimo went to the Nightmare Sect to learn from him, and he hasn't come back yet. Sigh, Immortal Master Li is really too enthusiastic to go deep into the Demon Sect alone."

Wiping off the cold sweat, Chang Ping felt that the mistake he made this time was quite big.

To put it mildly, it is dereliction of duty; to put it more seriously, it is complicity; in any case, it is your own fault.

I just hope it doesn’t affect my ability to make money from games.

But what you fear will come true. Just as Chang Ping was trying to conceal the matter without anyone noticing, he felt the peach pit on his wrist begin to heat up, and a voice sounded in his ear: "Chang Ping, how is the matter going?"

"Lord of Wealth?"

"Is there a problem? Never mind, come back first. I have something I want to ask you in person."

Chang Ping swallowed his saliva and felt that there was no way this matter could be resolved peacefully.

Sighing, he stood up and said to Li Cheng, "Friend Li, I have to go on a long journey. Thank you for your help these days." Knowing that Chang Ping was leaving, Li Cheng suddenly felt a little regretful.

The other party's gaming philosophy was quite similar to his own, which made him feel like a close friend.

Now, suddenly realizing that the other party was leaving, he was about to say something to keep him, but then gave up.

Everyone has their own aspirations, and many things cannot be forced, so just let them go.

So, he forced a smile, cupped his hands and said, "Then I wish Brother Chang all the best. I will save your money for you, and it will definitely be a surprise when you come back."

"Thank you. But don't be so exaggerated. I'm only away for a few days. It's not goodbye forever. Okay, I'm leaving."

"Take care, Brother Chang."

"Take care, Brother Li."

After bowing and saying goodbye, Chang Ping walked out of Li Cheng's courtyard and flew all the way out of the city.

After finding a secluded place, he immediately contacted the God of Wealth. He was then enveloped by the other party's divine power. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the God of Wealth Palace.

Compared to before I left, this place is still as quiet and peaceful as before.

I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it before, I just thought it was a feature of Xinggong.

But after visiting Jiuzhou, I felt that it was too deserted and not as lively as the Equipment Refining Pavilion.

He shook his head to get rid of this outrageous thought, then turned toward the mountain-like God of Wealth, bowed and said, "God of Wealth, I'm back."

A huge hand descended from the sky, grabbed Chang Ping's collar and lifted him in front of him.

The star-filled eyes looked at Chang Ping, and there was something in his gaze that Chang Ping could not understand.

Being stared at by the other party, Chang Ping didn't even dare to breathe.

The immortal masters in the Star Palace are nominally Golden Elixir masters, but all their strength actually comes from the Star Lords.

They can only rely on the Star God to practice. If the Star God stops supplying them with divine power, they won't even be able to activate their own golden elixirs.

To put it nicely, they are people who serve God; to put it bluntly, they are slaves of God, who have no control over their life and death.

After an unknown amount of time, Xingjun retracted his gaze and asked lazily, "I sensed that something was wrong with your Dao heart, so I asked you to come back to ask about the situation. Tell me, how is Jiuzhou doing?"

Chang Ping's heart tightened, but he didn't know what was wrong with him.

The Immortal Master of the Star Palace is the cultivator closest to the Star Lord. His every move is under his surveillance, and he is not allowed to have any abnormal thoughts.

In order to avoid further punishment from the other party, Chang Ping immediately began to talk about his experiences during this period, even including the things he did in making games.

After listening to Chang Ping's narration, Xingjun opened his eyes again, and his vast eyes were now full of dissatisfaction.

"You, you, Chang Ping, I am so disappointed in you."

Chang Ping immediately prostrated himself on the ground and said nervously, "I know I was wrong, please forgive me, Lord Xing."

With a chuckle, Xingjun stretched out his hand and teased Chang Ping as if he were teasing a kitten: "Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

"I shouldn't have rashly used Dao Jue to hurt other people's souls and ruined the reputation of Xingjun."

"……That's it?"

Looking up, Chang Ping looked at Xing Jun blankly: "What else?"

"You, you, you really don't understand anything."

(End of this chapter)