T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Yuan Yuwen saw this, smiled, and took two steps back, letting him show off to his heart's content.

A dozen or so tables were set up in the small square, with a layer of red plastic film serving as table mats, and cigarettes, alcohol and beverages weighing down the tables.

In rural areas, banquets are held continuously, with one table finishing before the next is finished.

The chefs in charge of cooking are mostly recognized as skilled cooks in the surrounding area. Their culinary skills may not be as good as those of chefs in hotels, but when it comes to cooking large batches of food, they are definitely not afraid.

Moreover, you don't need to worry about the ingredients used by these chefs; they emphasize freshness. Once a chef has a bad reputation for cheating and dishonesty, he'll never get any more orders.

Rural areas have their own error correction mechanisms.

There weren't many fancy formalities; we started eating as soon as we sat down.

Besides the village chief and village party secretary, the people at the prison guard's table were all teachers from the village.

Knowing that young people don't smoke or drink, and worried that the enthusiastic villagers might have a couple of sips and then insist on toasting them, ruining the pleasant atmosphere, they stayed with them throughout the event, preventing any potential unpleasantness.

They even made a point of emphasizing before meals, "Eating is the priority, put out all your cigarettes," for fear that the smell of smoke would affect this side.

While enjoying the delicious fish belly, the prison guard couldn't help but remind everyone, "The order volume is huge, and we need everyone to work overtime to pack it. I have a few red envelopes here. Please help me supervise the process. I will also give tea money to those who work overtime tonight."

The village chief quickly assured him, "I will definitely help coordinate this. As for the red envelope, please keep it. If you still want to negotiate, it means you are looking down on us."

Seeing the other party's resolute attitude, the prison guard did not force the issue.

"We're using the guild's reputation to help everyone, not only because of the oranges... but also because we genuinely want to support farmers."

The village primary school principal poured himself half a cup and drank it all in one gulp.

He assured us, "Don't worry, we'll pick out the bad and substandard fruit and find our own ways to sell them."

"We will ship all items according to the pre-determined specifications and categories, and we will absolutely not cause you any trouble."

"To put it bluntly, who would dare to do that? If you don't want to come back next year, people will criticize you for the rest of your lives."

As a native of Guangdong, this is the promise that the jailer wants.

Rural areas have their own rules and customs; compared to cities, they place more emphasis on personal relationships and interactions.

Its binding force is even stronger than that of laws and morals.

The principal's words set the tone for this collaboration.

"If the cooperation goes well, I think the rest of the guild would have no objection to doing it again next year for Su Mian." The jailer changed the subject and joked, "Who wouldn't want more delicious fruit at home before the New Year, without having to spend their own money?"

The principal hurriedly said, "As long as you're still willing to come, the guild will cover all the fruit for the New Year. What's the big deal?"

"Then I'm serious."

After he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

Yuan Yuwen thought to himself, "Isn't this eloquent and tactful, leaving no room for error?"

The jailer suddenly changed the subject to orange tea.

"Su Mian, didn't you have something you wanted to mention before you came? Say it now."

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table looked over.

There are countless ways to help farmers at the boundary between the virtual and the real world. People travel thousands of miles to come here simply because of the orange tea, and everyone knows this perfectly well.

"After the New Year, I might take my parents to the city; the old house might..."

Before the orange tea conversation was even finished, everyone at the table already understood.

"Don't worry, we will arrange for someone to clean it regularly and keep it in its original state."

“Someone will help feed the chickens and ducks you raise.”

"I guarantee the house will be spotless when you come back."

Not only that, the principal also thoughtfully asked if the old house needed renovation, and mentioned things like the land use documents during the conversation, as if a few casual words would open the door to a fast track.

A burst of laughter interrupted the conversation at the table. The jailer looked over and saw that it was Orange Tea's parents.

He and Orange Tea neither smoked nor drank, so they naturally became the ones being toasted. Many of them even brought red envelopes, and as they talked, their eyes reddened.

The boundary between the virtual and real worlds is blurred by live-streaming e-commerce, which is just a simple task. However, for fruit farmers who have been busy for most of the year, whether they contract fields or grow fruit on their own land to earn some extra money, even small changes in prices have a huge impact on their lives.

Without any influential figures at the table, the line of people standing in front of the jailer and the orange tea vendor, saying "I'll drink it, you can do whatever you want," could stretch all the way to the end of the square and then around the corner.

The topics at the dinner table always came one after another, with abrupt transitions.

One second everyone might be discussing whether to maintain the status quo this year, or gossip about whose child is doing well, and the next second the conversation will turn to themselves.

"By the way, does Xiao Yuan have a boyfriend yet?"

The jailer didn't use a socially-savvy ID to introduce himself here.

He doesn't mind being called "prison guard" too much, but the thought of young people taking pictures with their phones and posting them online makes him uncomfortable.

That scene was so beautiful.

The prison guard admitted frankly, "No, who would want someone like me?"

It wasn't self-deprecation; after being relentlessly interrogated by Jiang Heyi and Zhong Zemo, he became acutely aware of his own eccentricity.

With his outrageously absurd requirements for a partner, it would be a miracle if he could find one.

Unless you are reborn in the Anaworld.

That's strange. Why did they only ask once and then never follow up?

Based on the procedures he was familiar with, shouldn't he be urging the young man to prepare early, since he was young and promising and should start thinking about important life matters?

They don't follow the rules, they're all smiles... What are they smiling about?

Okay, break over, time to get back into the swing of things!

Chapter 330 On the Eve of Preparations

People's joys and sorrows are not shared. While the jailer brother was enjoying the villagers' hospitality, in the distant Three Domes Land, inside the Star Gazing Sect, Li Furan bowed twice to the wall full of sect elder tokens.

His forehead was bruised and purple, with traces of blood faintly visible.

"May Heaven and Earth bear witness to my heart." The voice was firm and powerful.

After bowing three times, Li Furan left the incense-filled prayer hall and gently closed the door.

His once straight back now seemed to have hunched over slightly.

Inside the sect's main hall, more than ten core disciples of the Star Gazing Sect all turned their gazes toward him the moment he returned.

The past has changed drastically. The Guanxing Sect dispersed and fled. After learning that no catastrophic disaster was about to befall them, disciples returned one after another. The once deserted mountain is now filled with a little smoke again, but it can never be as prosperous as it once was.

Li Furan, dressed in flowing blue robes, composed himself before his junior brothers and sisters.

He possesses a touch of the senior disciple's seriousness, yet also a gentleness towards the younger generation; this balance of yin and yang is the result of the elders' and master's earnest teachings.

Li Furan did not consider himself the head of a sect. Although his disciples, who had sworn to follow him to the death that day, urged him to take the position, he resolutely refused.

Seeing his resolute attitude, no one insisted any further.

Calling him "senior brother" sounds friendly, but it's just a title, nothing serious.

Perhaps he likes being called that?

The disciples of the Star Gazing Sect thought so.

Junior Sister Wu Sitong hesitated, glancing at Fourth Senior Brother Wei Shen, who was carrying a wine jug, burping, spilling wine all over his robe, and looking quite pleased with himself.

After a sigh, she spoke.

"Senior brother, it's time to enter the painting. Starting tonight, the time will be extended, and we need to adapt in advance."

Li Furan nodded.

"Let's go then."

Wu Sitong walked out of the main hall and instructed the unqualified disciples to hang a special gold-embossed character on the mountain gate entrance.

On the path leading to the main hall, she took out the same calligraphy copybook again and pasted it on the door.

"Weaving Wind Seal" is a peace talisman bestowed by the immortal Weaving Wind.

Those qualified to paint dream scrolls can hang the characters high where they sleep. Anyone who tries to do something wrong and still insists on doing so will surely suffer the wrath of the immortals.

No one knows where Zhifeng comes from. It seems to be the will of the universe. She can summon wind and rain and overturn rivers and seas with power that is enough to make anyone who witnesses it tremble with fear.

Those who knew of her existence were all the elites of the Three Realms, and seeing her was like seeing a god.

How can a mortal body withstand the magic of immortals?

Zhifeng is the master of the Dream Painting Scroll, and all the new generation of rulers in the Three Realms bow down to him.

With the guidance of the immortals, they learned for the first time that the Three Realms were far more vast than they had imagined, and that brilliant civilizations had been nurtured in those unexplored lands.

Without exception, these civilizations received the blessing of the Wind Weaver and were granted the right to enter the game.

Ten days ago, Li Furan, as the successor of the Star Gazing Sect, learned about the "World Championship".

The sect has fallen overnight, and Li Furan has a responsibility to revive the Star Gazing Sect.

Winning the World Championship and ranking among the top is the first step.

Although he remained wary of the Wind Weaver Immortal, faced with absolute power, for the sake of his junior brothers and sisters and the sect, the right thing to do was to let things take their course without overthinking.

The good news is that they are quite skilled and thrive in the game, even reaching level 9 of the Temple of the Clarity – although they haven't progressed further since.

The bad news is that reaching level 9 of the Clarity Realm only barely places you among the ranks of excellent players.

Players in the game have concluded that to become a high-level player, one must at least clear level 9 and enter level 10 to interact with the terrifying lich Golkaron and the Whisperer Naffey.

As for the 11th floor, some players from the Three Realms have indeed reached it and broken through the initial illusion to see the truth.

The elemental lords, capable of tearing apart the sky, shattering the earth, and igniting the air, made their appearance, quickly extinguishing the players' joy.

There are quite a few people who are stuck on the level and curse the elemental lord for its unreasonable difficulty.

Li Furan had seen the projection of the Elemental Lords in the game; their earth-shattering power was enough to terrify anyone who faced them.

Even knowing that everything is an illusion and the game is abnormal, when they really rush towards them like mountains, who can suppress the thunderous roar of their heart that is about to jump out of their chest like a war drum?

Is it really possible for someone to get past the 11th floor?

This is not only Li Furan's question, but also the question of many players in the Three Kingdoms Land.

Perhaps the sudden game event a few days ago, which required players to complete special dungeons within a specified time and receive double rewards at a specific moment, was a way of indirectly strengthening players' combat power to cope with the unreasonable difficulty.

Li Furan led his fellow apprentices through the bustling Xiangfeng City Square. Their goal for the day was to find a suitable craftsman to forge two gold-grade weapons for them.

With the World Championship just around the corner, according to the rules, players can reuse their items and equipment, and everyone plans to strengthen their combat power in the final moments.

"【Stargazing in Silence】, Oh, isn't this Li Furan from the Stargazing Sect? It's been a long time."

The sudden sound made everyone in the Star Gazing Sect stop in their tracks.

Following the strange voice, they saw more than ten players of different races surrounding a half-dragon.

The burly half-dragon, with the domineering name "Annihilation of the Heavens" atop his head, strode in front of Li Furan with an air of utter indifference.

His figure was very tall and muscular, so he bent over and looked at Li Furan's indifferent face with his golden vertical pupils.

"Li Furan, I heard that all the high-ranking members of your Star Gazing Sect have been wiped out, is that true?"

"The current Star Gazing Sect is just an empty shell, isn't it? Why don't you join our Immortal Supporting Sect? With your talent, your future achievements might just be able to keep up with mine."

Li Furan's expression was indifferent, as if he were talking to a wisp of air.

【Extinction of the Sky】: "Do you really think you can revive the Star Gazing Sect and make it rise again? Wake up! What kind of rotten fish and shrimp have returned to the sect these days? We've been secretly observing them."

"Your second and third junior brothers both made wise choices and switched sides, so why are you so stubborn?"

"Those beautiful and spiritual peaks of yours will eventually belong to others. It is wise of you to offer them up now in order to secure a good status for yourself and your disciples."

Li Furan raised his head.

"Finished?"

The cold tone left people speechless.

Jinmie Cangqiong paused for two seconds, his face filled with anger: "I sincerely thought of you, but I was met with your cold shoulder. Do you really think that anyone in the Three Realms still respects you or fears the name of your Star Gazing Sect?"

"If you remove the seal of the Wind-Weaving Immortal, can you sleep soundly?"

Li Furan, radiating righteousness, said: "The sect leader and elders of the Star Gazing Sect all died in battle against evil spirits, sacrificing themselves for the sake of all living beings in this world. Why should I not sleep soundly?"