T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"Hmm, luckily I still remember the most basic type of soda that came with the Sky Island. It tastes pretty similar. I really miss it."

Compared to the basic version of soda, Holola's advanced version is more fizzy and has a more stimulating taste.

After taking just one sip, Wu Sitong exclaimed in surprise, disregarding her image.

"Brother!"

"It tastes good... It feels like there's something fighting in my mouth."

Wei Shen drank a cup but still felt thirsty, so he timidly raised his cup and asked, "Master, could you make me some ice?"

Li Furan cried out in alarm, "Wei Shen!"

Wei Shen shrank back in shock from the shout, which made Holola unable to suppress a smile.

Li Furan originally wanted to kneel down, not because Wei Shen was reckless, but because he saw the century of prosperity that the soda would bring to the Star Gazing Sect.

Compared to fried chicken and fries, which require no technical skills, soft drinks will be the most eye-catching signature of the Star Gazing Sect.

"If you kneel down, our relationship will come to an end."

Holora's words echoed in his mind.

He quickly bowed.

Strangely, apart from Holola being unaffected, the boundary between reality and illusion was bent over again by Li Furan.

"Since you have soda, let me try your fried chicken and fries," Jiang Heyi suggested. "Perfect, we have a French fry master here!"

Wu Sitong rushed back to the kitchen and took charge of the cooking herself.

Instead of choosing a quiet side hall, the group went with great interest to the plaza where the Star Gazing Sect was responsible for serving food.

Just as we learned before, the black and white pieces in the Three Domes are clearly distinguished.

Even if there are no seats available, major sects and minor sects will not dine at the same table.

The figures chatting in small groups also showed a clear tendency to stick together.

“Weaving Wind’s actions have caused subtle changes in the Three Domes,” Holora said. “But she wasn’t entirely wrong. At least I agree that they need a ‘celestial being’ above them to keep them in check.”

Jiang Heyi suddenly realized: "So, you need to swagger in to various major powers, and then swagger in again."

Holora snapped her fingers: "That's right."

The level of chaos in the Three Domes was no less than that in Anna.

While cultivators may not be able to reduce cities to ashes or cause rivers of blood to flow in a single battle, this does not mean that ordinary people suffer less.

The world of Anna, with the Empire providing the basic guarantee of order, and above that, the weak world consciousness will also drive the agents to punish evildoers who seriously threaten life.

The Three Realms Land has not given birth to a world consciousness. The cultivators here are only one rumor away from becoming gods by killing a million people.

Even the worst order is better than no order at all.

Weaving Wind, in the name of evil, wiped out a group of top experts, but subtly brought the Three Domes Land the most peaceful half-year since the revival of spiritual energy.

Holola felt that this could be selected as a sociological sample and added to the Great Archives.

Fried chicken, French fries, and popcorn chicken were all served on the table.

Wu Sitong stood nervously but also hopefully by the table, her eyes fixed on everyone's reactions, sweat pouring down her face.

"The fried chicken was cooked perfectly, with a crispy skin and tender meat. It was juicy inside, and the bones were cooked through."

Cuttlefish sweated even more than Wu Sitong, while the person in the quilt who was helping to finish the fried chicken was chugging soda and sticking out their tongue.

"Excuse me, I have a question. I really like the Three Kingdoms Land. Do you eat... spicy food?"

Nong Yaren was so full he was almost dizzy; his tongue was trembling as he spoke.

Adhering to the basic etiquette of giving face when visiting someone, she still stuffed a chicken leg into her mouth after noticing something was wrong at the first bite.

"Little junior sister, you..."

Li Furan's face turned pale.

"Oh no, oh no... I probably applied too much powder."

Wei Shenren, who had just dared to ask Holola for ice, was now completely limp.

Seeing that half of the experts were emitting smoke from their heads and were about to embark on an out-of-body experience, he wondered if the soda recipe would be withdrawn.

Wouldn't a master think they're being harmed?

The orange tea drinker, whose face was flushed from eating, turned around abruptly and found that the prison guard looked perfectly normal.

This is unreasonable. He's from Guangdong; he should have collapsed long ago with that amount of medication.

"Do you understand the danger warning from the necromancer?" The jailer munched on his crispy fries.

When it comes to French fries, they are really strict.

She found Wu Sitong, who was sweating profusely.

"The oil temperature for deep-frying is too high; the color has already turned from yellow to black. It should be golden yellow."

"After taking them out of the pan, try to find a tool to absorb the oil, then dip the fries in it so they won't be too greasy."

"Can't we find someone better at knife skills? How can the cuts be so uneven? How can we control the output by adjusting the oil temperature?"

It makes perfect sense.

Li Furan acted as a gofer, hurriedly bringing over a full glass of soda.

Wei Shen busied himself getting fresh fried chicken and fries for everyone.

Wu Sitong, like a chick pecking at rice, quickly jotted down the brilliant insights of the French Fry Immortal.

This scene was witnessed by a group of people from the Fuxian Sect not far away.

They originally intended to mock the three most powerful members of the Star Gazing Sect, comparing them to dogs that were being ordered around.

They still remember how their senior brother He Zhangping was tricked last time.

Although the Star Gazing Sect is disgusting, fried chicken and fries... everything should be dealt with one thing at a time, and we can't throw the baby out with the bathwater.

Who allowed the Star Gazing Sect to open its doors for business?

They might complain all the time, but when they want to eat it, they still have to come and buy it.

When teased, just stubbornly say "Let's exchange information," and that's it.

Just as the disciples of Fuxian Sect were about to further enhance their senior brother's emotional value, He Zhangping spoke up.

"Shut up!"

He lowered his voice and turned his face to the side.

Anyone could hear the tremor in his voice.

What's going on here?

"Elder brother..."

"I told you to shut up and eat in peace!"

The disciples of Fuxian Sect dared not utter a word, and all lowered their heads to eat heartily.

He Zhangping cautiously raised his head, his whole body trembling as he looked at the woman with wheat-colored skin and thin ears in the crowd.

With just one glance, he immediately lowered his head and began to devour the fried chicken leg.

My teeth were chattering.

What did he see?

Holora, the fairy who easily dealt with the wind, actually appeared here!

Who is the person next to her?

The person most likely to sit at the same table as Holora is a celestial being of equal renown to her.

Immortals came in droves to support the Star Gazing Sect... Do they really like eating that much?

He watched helplessly as Wu Sitong served him fried chicken and fries, leaving the immortal red-faced and tearful.

Such a trick on the immortals was expected to enrage them and cause bloodshed.

The result was, "Another one?"

Nothing happens, eat and drink as usual.

Judging from Wu Sitong's shorthand cheat sheet, did she receive guidance from a celestial being?

He Zhangping rubbed his temples, feeling dizzy.

"Senior Brother, we've finished eating."

He Zhangping returned his gaze to the table, looking at his junior brothers and sisters who he had scolded like quails. He suppressed the storm raging in his heart and gave the order.

"Go and buy 100 servings of the 'Family Meal' – fried chicken, fries, burgers, and soda."

"what?"

"What?!" He Zhangping exclaimed, his eyes wide. "Buy! Go buy it in a big, ostentatious way! Let everyone know that the Fuxian Sect is spending money here, spending lavishly!"

"But not long ago you said that the food of the Star Gazing Sect can only be eaten outside and is not allowed to be brought back to the sect."

"you……"

He Zhangping clutched his forehead, nearly fainting from exhaustion.

A mere cultivator was almost sent away by his simple-minded junior brother with just a few words.

Fortunately, not everyone in the large sect was a fool; some people did as instructed.

He deliberately walked to the ticket counter and shouted, "Fuxianmen, 100 family photos, pack them up!"

It wouldn't have mattered if they hadn't shouted, but once they did, the senior disciple of Zifeng Mountain, another sect that was on good terms with Fuxian Sect and was also part of the Wind Weaving Selection, came over.

"He Zhangping, why are you suddenly supporting the Star Gazing Sect?" the other person laughed. "I thought your last act of stubbornness was to only eat in the restaurant, but now you can't even hold onto that much stubbornness?"

"Hu Chengkong, stop being so sarcastic. If you don't react after I've said that, I, He Zhangping, will take your surname."

"Fine, I'd like to see what you're planning to make up."

“You’re from Zifeng Mountain, you know about Zhifeng being captured by another immortal, right?” He Zhangping gestured with his eyes, “Take a look over there and see who’s at that table.”

Hu Chengkong glanced over indifferently.

Just one glance, and sweat poured down his face.

"I...you..."

Hu Chengkong stammered and called over his junior brother: "Go, buy 100 copies of the family photo, and shout it out loud!"

Chapter 532 Group Star

Seeing that she had achieved the desired effect, Holola got up and swaggered in front of the Fuxian Sect members.

Everyone was drenched in sweat by this time.

Their reverence for the Windweavers was ingrained in their very being; they knew nothing about Holora and had no idea how to deal with her.

"Everyone's here."

"Yes, yes, Immortal, it's time to eat."

Holora chewed on her fries: "Eating is good. It's not just immortals who need to eat; you cultivators need to eat too, and ordinary people in this world need to eat as well, right?"

"Yes, yes." Many people nodded hurriedly.

Holola continued, “I know that many of you consider yourselves practitioners, thinking yourselves superior, doing whatever you please, while other beings are nothing more than ants, pigs, and dogs, to be manipulated at will.”

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

"Dare to do it but not dare to admit it? Bully the weak and fear the strong?"

This statement was so hurtful that even the most mentally stable practitioners felt their knees buckle.

"The compensation that was due has been given, and the punishment that was due has been given."

Holora took a bite of her hamburger: "I'm different from Zhifeng. She has countless immortals above her head, while I only have one immortal above my head, and that is my teacher."

“My attitude towards you is different from Zhifeng’s.”