T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Everyone said something to me.

It started with complaints, followed by tentative exchanges of information.

Each sect has its own reservations, so they cannot reach a consensus as quickly as they have on Blue Star.

However, the stage was already set up, and there was nothing else to do at the Star Gazing Sect besides eating fried chicken and fries and drinking soda.

Some sects, being far away, simply sent a team to be stationed around the Star Gazing Sect.

Within days, land around the Star Gazing Sect was snapped up.

Most Taoist sects value their reputation. Even those considered heretical or evil in the secular world, in the current environment, have no choice but to obediently pay money and abide by contracts.

The "Immortals" stipulated that bloodshed and private duels were prohibited during the Tower World Challenge, and all grudges must be put aside.

This made them all back down.

This really gave the locals a little shock—these high-ranking figures actually followed the rules?

Li Furan took in all these changes.

Standing atop the alchemy tower, hands clasped behind his back, overlooking the bustling mountain gate, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

Sometimes, a single thought can revitalize stagnant waters.

Wu Sitong appeared behind Li Furan, carrying a thick stack of letters.

Li Furan curiously picked up a card: "This is..."

"Wei Shen mingled around today and gathered all sorts of information, including information on various high-difficulty tower world dungeons and challenge details."

"In addition, he also used several servings of fried chicken to find out exclusive tips and tricks."

Li Furan was stunned.

They gave it to me so easily?

"It was Senior Brother Wei's sharp tongue that pried it out."

"Screen and organize them, then send them to the expert tonight."

“We haven’t given a gift to a master in a long time, so this is just the right time.”

The Star Gazing Sect agreed to help the expert keep an eye out for information, but their previous inquiries within the game were extremely inefficient.

Now, they can simply lie at home and a constant stream of news from around the world will fly to their lips, ready to be enjoyed as soon as they open their mouths.

Chapter 483 A Family

The leaderboard only displays the progress of each sect in the Three Realms, including specific details, whether they are stuck, and the fog of war over the boundary between the real and virtual worlds.

The existence of the Star Gazing Sect effectively compensated for this.

Most importantly, the details of the dungeons experienced in the Three Kingdoms may not be included on their website.

The pre-launch inspection results brought everyone to their happiest.

Li Furan is such a reliable person.

The progress information of top-ranked guilds is detailed, down to the reason why they are stuck.

I've already cleared the floors, and I know what methods I used to complete the game. I'm confident I can get my hands on it.

Jiang Heyi could imagine how anxious Zhi Feng was, silently observing the changing situation.

After uploading the information of the three critical copies to the Tower World Encyclopedia, Jiang Heyi suddenly had a strange feeling.

It felt like being secretly watched by something, sending chills down your spine.

He turned around sharply, but did not see the affectionate couple he had expected.

The door to French Fries' room was tightly shut, and the room was empty except for him.

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head, assuming it was just a hallucination.

Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, but the spring cleaning was already completed yesterday, so at 10 a.m., the house was still in a lazy state.

The winter morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, casting dappled shadows on the black and white fabric.

The whole room was filled with a kind of wintery laziness, and the tangerines that were not finished last night were scattered on the coffee table.

The fruit at the Tea God's house seems to be something the couple never tires of, showing off one fruit after another. It's almost like I'm worried I'll wake up to find a little Minion.

At this moment, the two of them were entwined together like two sloths hibernating in winter.

Lu Xinxin nestled in Liu Jinhong's arms, her fingertips twirling around the buttons on his pajamas.

Liu Jinhong rested his chin on the top of her head, humming something under his breath.

The two of them had their down comforters slipped halfway down, revealing cartoon characters on their fluffy socks underneath—there's a reason these two can get along so well with young people; their mentality is no different from that of young students still in school.

The TV was showing a war movie, and it's amazing that they could be all lovey-dovey amidst the sounds of gunfire and explosions. They've really reached a high level of artistry.

Seeing that Jiang Heyi was busy, French Fries went to the next room to exercise alone.

She is a very self-disciplined person. Since they started living together, she has never stopped her daily plans unless she is disturbed by him or forced to.

Seeing Jiang Heyi peeking around, she stopped sweating profusely and picked up a towel to wipe her face.

Jiang Heyi stepped forward, took the towel, and obediently tilted her head back and then down to wipe her.

"Busy working?"

"Yes, things are really tough on the Three Realms Land. It's difficult to resolve without spending points to skip levels."

"Is it that difficult?"

The fries were getting a little eager to try.

In her view, the critical instance was not invincible; it was just that the people of the Three Realms had not found the trick.

"I can't say about other things, but that guy who can automatically switch between magic-suppressing and magic-based forms is quite troublesome, and he forces the team to have an equal number of warriors and mages."

While faith-based classes might have some advantages, their presence in the Stars of Proof is generally low.

After all, the random team environment is always like this: you're playing a dedicated class, how come you don't have support skills, no healer, no shield?

What? You actually play a damage dealer?

What heresy! Get out of here!

Aside from players who have chosen a class from the very beginning and have never wavered in their second class, no one in a fixed team would specifically switch classes for the Tower of Trials.

As they chatted, Jiang Heyi's gaze naturally fell on... her waist.

French Fries pretended to be nonchalant: "Go ahead and touch it if you want."

Jiang Heyi glanced at the doorway, then seemed to remember something: "Let's do it tonight..."

The couple is acting like ghosts; who knows if the walls are listening.

After only two days, he deeply understood the feelings of the French fries.

We should move out as soon as possible.

The house of the gluttonous couple is like a magic card; anyone who enters becomes their big toy, and you can't do anything about it.

At noon, Jiang Heyi pinned the lovey-dovey couple to the sofa and refused to let them into the kitchen.

For the two days he was there, he felt like he was being raised like a pig by the two of them.

Every time they ate, Lu Xinxin would give him double the amount of food, assuming that his appetite was the same as that of French fries.

Every morning, before they were even fully awake, the two of them would be busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast for them, so that they would have something to eat as soon as they opened their eyes.

Every few days, they would ask him if he was thirsty, just like a toddler learning to walk who needs constant care from his parents.

Jiang Heyi, who had developed independent living habits at a young age, was flattered.

Looking back on the past ten years or so, perhaps this is the trouble of happiness.

It was something he had never experienced before.

Lu Xinxin tried to struggle, but Liu Jinhong held her back.

He also gave Jiang Heyi an approving look: "We're all family, so let's not stand on ceremony. This year's New Year's Eve dinner is up to you two. Whatever you make, we'll eat it."

French fries instinctively shut out my parents' cloying sweetness, so I ignored the unspoken meaning in my dad's words.

Jiang Heyi understood.

I glanced at the food stored in the refrigerator; everything was there.

The kitchen is spacious, and the couple are both good cooks and eaters, so it is fully equipped with all kinds of kitchen utensils.

Tie on your apron and get to work!

The rising steam from the kitchen fogged up the glass, shutting out the cold wind and the sound of firecrackers outside, leaving only the bubbling of soup and the light, rhythmic sound of a cleaver hitting the cutting board.

Jiang Heyi stood in front of the stove, holding a long ladle, stirring a pot of soybean and pork rib soup. The steam carrying a fresh aroma wafted over, making him squint.

French Fries stood in front of the counter next to him, head down, intently cutting potatoes.

Her knife skills were superb; the blade flew between her fingers, and the potatoes quickly piled up into a small, yellowish-brown mound.

Occasionally, a few stray hairs would slip down behind her ears, and she would tilt her head slightly, gently brush them away with her shoulder, and continue what she was doing.

Jiang Heyi glanced sideways, somewhat dazed, as if she could see the scene in the game where she was chasing enemies with a mad wolf, carefully slicing them into minced meat.

For any potato-related dishes, French fries will take care of it.

This is a regular part of our family's routine.

Jiang Heyi guessed that with so many pieces cut, there would be hot and sour shredded potatoes and French fries.

On the stove, the braised pork belly was bubbling away in the casserole, the amber sauce coating the marbled pieces of meat and emitting a rich, sweet aroma.

Simmer over low heat, then turn to a gentle simmer until the fatty meat becomes translucent and flavorful.

Just looking at it makes you imagine the delicious moment when chunks of meat slice open in your mouth, juices flowing out and filling your mouth.

The aroma of soy sauce mixed with a hint of caramelized rock sugar flows slowly in the warm air.

The dark brown soy sauce was bubbling with tiny bubbles, and a plump free-range chicken was soaking in it, its skin already turning an enticing amber color. Jiang Heyi gently poked the base of the chicken leg with long chopsticks, and clear juices immediately seeped out.

Where did you learn that?

The potato twig stared intently as Jiang Heyi poured spoonful after spoonful of the bubbling sauce over the chicken, making its color even more vibrant and tempting.

"Cuttlefish."

Zhong Zemo puts his heart and soul into preparing different dishes for everyone every day, and Jiang Heyi is the one who helps out the most.

Over time, I learned some of the techniques as well.

"I have a feeling that when Moyu is at home in bed, he's probably surrounded by a bunch of people in the kitchen, marveling at his abilities and praising him endlessly."

Zhong Zemo's nose was itchy, and as soon as he reached out, his older brother in the blanket immediately handed him a tissue.

As soon as the poached chicken was placed on the cutting board to be chopped, my second brother, who was in bed, quickly took out a suitable plate and handed it over, just like an apprentice chef.

He was indeed surrounded by a group of people.

"Brother-in-law, where did you learn this...?"

"I learned it by watching videos; I was forced to do it."

"We know what Du Jingwen has done."

They've become quite well-known.

Zhong Zemo has lost count of how many times he has answered the questions from his relatives at home while they are in bed, but he never tires of it.

"Brother-in-law..."

"Uh, wait until I tell you, brother-in-law, we're not married yet."

"Hey, it's only a matter of time. I don't believe anyone can take her away from her. This girl is like a dog, especially possessive of her food."

"..."

Remembering how Du Jingwen slunk away after being scolded by her husband in bed.

Then think back to the accident where she crossed the boundary between reality and illusion in her attempt to vent her anger...

A brother truly understands his sister.