Game Cultivation World: I'm really playing games

In this cave shrouded in silence and depth, Xue Tianhan's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and he was fully confident that he could concentrate on exploring the mysterious and incomplete immortal weapon.

Outside the cave, vines sway gently in the wind, like a natural protective gauze curtain, temporarily isolating this small world from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Despite this natural barrier, the cautious Xue Tianhan still did not dare to be careless and carefully set up a formation at the entrance of the cave.

Watching the formation activate and the faint spiritual light emanating from it, he thought to himself, "This should be foolproof now. I can finally focus on studying this incomplete immortal artifact I obtained from the dragon. I hope to uncover some astonishing secrets from it."

Xue Tianhan slowly took out the broken immortal weapon from his arms. The moment it appeared before his eyes, his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This trembling stems from a deep awe of the unknown power of the immortal weapon, and is also filled with a strong expectation and irrepressible curiosity about the shocking secrets it may hide.

The immortal weapon lay quietly in his palm, with an ancient and mellow aura blowing towards him. The complex and obscure patterns were like ancient and mysterious runes, or like codes carefully engraved by time. Each one seemed to be whispering the glory and vicissitudes of the past, silently telling the legendary stories that had been buried by the long years.

He took a long breath, trying his best to calm the turbulent waves in his heart. Then, he slowly circulated the spiritual power in his body, staring at the magic weapon without blinking, and carefully extended his spiritual power. He looked like a cautious explorer who was tremblingly stepping into an ancient ruins full of unknown dangers.

The moment the spiritual power touched the magic weapon, his heart suddenly tightened, and an inexplicable tension instantly filled his body, as if he was about to reveal a shocking secret that would completely overturn his cognition.

However, fate showed its ferocious fangs at this moment.

In an instant, the immortal weapon began to vibrate violently, like a giant beast that was suddenly awakened after sleeping for a thousand years. Then, a suffocatingly powerful and violent force burst out without warning, like a surging tide.

Xue Tianhan felt as if his chest was hit hard by a thousand-pound hammer. Like a kite with a broken string, he was blown away uncontrollably and hit the wall of the cave heavily. Hard stones fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

At the same time, the sky outside the cave seemed completely enraged by this sudden force. In the blink of an eye, the sky and clouds changed color, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. Dark clouds rolled and converged like ink, quickly forming a huge and terrifying vortex, like a furious eye, staring intently at the earth.

Bolts of lightning as thick as pythons danced wildly in the sky like dragons, weaving freely through layers of dark clouds and making deafening roars, as if the heaven and earth were roaring angrily, venting their strong dissatisfaction with this force.

This sudden strange phenomenon in the world was like a huge rock being thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the tranquility of the Wangchuan Wonderland.

Those greedy and profit-seeking monks, like sharks smelling blood, rushed in from all directions like a tide, with disgusting greed flashing in their eyes.

"Hey! That kid must have obtained some incredible treasure. We must not let him monopolize such an opportunity. We can't let him get away this time!" A monk with a cunning face stuck out his tongue and greedily licked his cracked lips, his eyes full of fanaticism and eagerness.

"Hmph! This kind of opportunity should belong to strong men like us. How can he, a green boy, deserve this!" Another cultivator snorted coldly, the jealousy and resentment on his face distorted his original facial features, and the magic weapon in his hand shone with a cold light, as if he couldn't wait to drink blood and devour souls, and put Xue Tianhan to death.

Xue Tianhan endured the burning pain in his chest, using his hands to support himself and struggle to stand. He gritted his teeth, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking the ground beneath his feet.

Hearing the noises outside the cave getting closer and louder, he thought to himself that something was wrong and quickly glanced towards the cave entrance. He saw figures flashing in and out like ghosts, instantly blocking the exit tightly, leaving no way out. It was like an insurmountable wall of death, ruthlessly cutting off his retreat.

At this moment, Xue Tianhan knew that he was seriously injured and the situation was precarious. If he did not recover from his injuries as soon as possible, he might die here today.

He did not dare to delay for even a moment, and quickly took out a handful of elixirs from his storage bag and poured them all into his mouth. Then he hurriedly sat cross-legged, concentrating all his spiritual power to refine the medicinal power in order to recover some strength as soon as possible.

The monks outside the cave were keenly aware of the situation inside. It turned out to be a broken immortal weapon. However, there was someone inside the cave, seemingly recovering from their injuries, and they became increasingly anxious.

One of them shouted loudly: "This kid wants to recover his strength. We have to speed up and break the formation, otherwise the treasure will fly away!"

Everyone responded, and then they used various methods to continuously inject spiritual power into the formation, trying to break through the barrier that was blocking them as quickly as possible.

"Boy, hand over the magic weapon and I will spare your life!" The leading black-robed monk shouted loudly with a voice like a bell. There was unquestionable majesty in his voice, but underneath this majesty was a naked greedy desire for the magic weapon. His eyes seemed to want to eat Xue Tianhan alive, leaving nothing but a bone.

Time was running out, and Xue Tianhan ignored the threat. He closed his eyes tightly and immersed himself in healing his wounds. He had only one thought in his mind: only by recovering as soon as possible could he have a chance of surviving and getting out.

However, he was secretly thankful for his previous caution: "It's a good thing I set up this formation before, otherwise I would be dead today. I just don't know how long this formation can last."

As time passed, the formation gradually showed signs of loosening under the joint attack of the monks, and the light became dimmer.

Xue Tianhan was extremely anxious, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead more frequently. He knew that he didn't have much time left.

Finally, after a violent fluctuation of spiritual power, the formation shattered and the monks rushed towards Xue Tianhan like hungry wolves.

Xue Tianhan gripped the long sword tightly in his hand, and the sword body hummed, as if it resonated strongly with the anger of its owner.

He slowly stood up, took back the broken immortal weapon, and coldly glanced at the group of greedy people in front of him. His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if declaring his unyielding spirit to them: "You greedy people are not qualified to want the immortal weapon in my hand!"

After saying that, he flashed and rushed towards a hidden path in the cave like a black gust of wind.

He had discovered this trail by chance before, and at this moment, it became his only lifeline to escape this crisis.

Seeing this, the monks refused to give up and started chasing after him, shouting, "Don't let him get away! Chase him!"

For a moment, the sounds of footsteps and shouts mixed together in the narrow path, creating chaos.

Xue Tianhan darted through the narrow path, his figure as swift as lightning, sending rocks flying from underfoot. His heartbeat raced, the whistling wind and the relentless shouts of those chasing behind filled his ears, and he secretly groaned inwardly.

Why had this incomplete immortal artifact suddenly caused such a tragedies? Now that it was being targeted by these greedy monks, it was truly a double whammy. His mind was filled with regrets for his carelessness, yet at the same time, he became even more curious about the secrets of this immortal artifact.

But the stubbornness and indomitable spirit in his bones was like a burning flame, making him hold the sword tightly in his hand. His palms were soaked with sweat, but his eyes became more determined.

He was determined to keep this hard-earned magical weapon, even if it meant using up his last bit of strength and shedding his last drop of blood, and to find out the secrets hidden within it and its connection with the dragon.

This is not only for one's own opportunities, but also for not bowing to these greedy people and defending one's own dignity and beliefs.

Just as he was running at full speed, a fork in the road suddenly appeared ahead. Xue Tianhan didn't have time to think and chose the right passage based on his intuition.

This passage was even narrower and more rugged, with jagged rocks overhead. Water dripped down from time to time, wetting his clothes.

The monks behind him were getting closer and closer. Suddenly, a sharp magical light struck him from behind. Xue Tianhan dodged to the side, and the light grazed the edge of his clothes and hit the nearby rock, instantly shattering it. He was startled, knowing that he could no longer passively take the beating.

So, he suddenly stopped, turned around, swung his sword, and shouted, "Good timing!"

In an instant, a powerful sword energy, like a crescent-shaped sharp blade, slashed towards the monks chasing in the front.

These cultivators did not expect Xue Tianhan to suddenly counterattack, and they dodged in a hurry, but one of them was unable to dodge in time and was scratched on the arm by the sword energy, causing him to scream.

Xue Tianhan took advantage of this opportunity, took out a handful of powder from his arms, and sprinkled it behind him.

In an instant, the powder spread out, forming a thick smoke that obscured the monks' vision. He took advantage of this gap to turn around and run forward at an accelerated speed.

However, the smoke didn't hold the monks back for long. Soon, they emerged from the smoke and continued their pursuit. Xue Tianhan was terribly anxious, knowing they would be caught up sooner or later. Suddenly, he saw a huge rock ahead, and an idea struck him.

He quickly ran to the rock, used his spiritual power to pry it loose, and then pushed it towards the passage behind him. The rock rolled down the passage with a loud rumbling sound, raising a cloud of dust.

When the monks saw the rolling rocks, they dodged in panic and were thrown into disarray for a moment, which also bought Xue Tianhan precious time.

He didn't dare to slack off and continued running along the passage. After an unknown amount of time, the shouting and screaming behind him gradually faded away, and he finally broke free from the monks' pursuit.

But he knew that the danger was not truly over. He had to find a safer place as soon as possible to continue studying this incomplete immortal weapon and unravel the secrets behind it...