"Why bother?" Chu Huaian shook his head slightly, and said seriously, "You are the Saintess of Falling Cloud Sect, and I am just a cripple. Why would you lower yourself to follow me?"
"Besides, my current situation is precarious. Any day, I might be found by my enemies. If you follow me, you will only find death."
"I'm not afraid. As long as I can be with you, I'm not afraid of death."
"You're not afraid, but I am!" Chu Huaian's voice suddenly rose, and he pointed at his heart, roaring, "The 6,138 people of Xuantian Sect, their revenge still awaits me!"
"Thirty-one sects, and your Falling Cloud Sect is among them. How can I face you?!"
"This is a deep-seated hatred, a hatred that has sustained me until now. Xu Miao, I don't want to say anything more. Take care of yourself."
Chu Huaian reached out, pushed away the distraught Xu Miao, and walked straight towards the city gate.
"How heartless Xian Ge is," Ye Wuyai murmured.
"Looking at that girl's desperate eyes, my heart is breaking," Lin Ye clutched his chest, heartbroken.
"I thought it was a beautiful love story, but it turned out to be a doomed romance. How tragic, how bitter."
"Stop being so sappy, Xian Ge has gone far!"
"Xian Ge, wait for us."
The four men limped after Chu Huaian. As they passed Xu Miao, Qin Zhenhua suddenly said, "Fairy, don't cry. When I go back, I will definitely help you talk some sense into him."
Hearing this, a glimmer of hope sparked in Xu Miao's hollow eyes. She took out a talisman from her storage ring and quietly slipped it into Qin Zhenhua's hand.
"This is a sound transmission talisman. You can tell me anything about him."
"No problem," Qin Zhenhua patted his chest in assurance, and quickened his pace to catch up with Zhao Shijie and the others.
Looking at Chu Huaian's disappearing back, Xu Miao let out a long sigh, "Senior Brother Chu, I will not give up."
...
By the time everyone returned to the sect, it was already evening.
Zhao Shijie and the others didn't stay long and collectively went offline.
They had slept for a day, and if they didn't wake up to eat, their bodies would likely have problems.
The first thing Qin Zhenhua did when he woke up was to instruct the nanny to prepare a large table of dishes, and then he took out his phone and transferred seven thousand yuan to Lin Ye.
After dinner, as he walked out of the villa gate, he felt a sense of disorientation. He couldn't help but perform a set of boxing moves in the yard.
But halfway through, sweat covered his entire body, and his muscles ached, exactly like the feeling in the game, even more so.
"Could it be that the cultivation techniques in the game can also be practiced in reality?" Qin Zhenhua murmured softly, then chuckled self-deprecatingly, "It seems I've gone silly from playing games."
Just then, his phone rang.
"Qin Shao, the Blue Sea Bar is opening tonight. I've invited a few big streamers. Care to come and join us?"
"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."
Qin Zhenhua hung up the phone and took out his phone to check the group messages. He then realized that many new people had joined the group, and there was an announcement.
Xian: 【The game is about to open up ten slots. As sect disciples, you should naturally help the sect overcome difficulties. A sect mission is now being assigned.】
【Each person who recruits ten people into the group will receive five contribution points. Players who secure a pre-order slot will receive an additional five contribution points.】
Qin Zhenhua was slightly stunned. This meant five contribution points per player. If there were more than two, wouldn't that double?
One should know that sect contribution points in the game were extremely valuable, every single point was precious.
Qin Zhenhua smiled slightly. In the game, he was timid, but in the real world, wasn't he the one in charge?
Isn't it just about grabbing slots? I'll just use a cheat!
Having figured this out, he whistled as he walked into the house, quickly washed up, and then drove his supercar, worth tens of millions, to the Blue Sea Bar.
As soon as he entered, two young men in silver immediately greeted him.
One of them was the owner of this bar, also a rich second-generation from the Magic City, named Cui Wei. However, compared to top families like Qin Zhenhua's, he was somewhat outmatched.
The other had a similar family background to Qin Zhenhua, named Chen Shaocong, three years younger than Qin Zhenhua, with a more flamboyant personality. As soon as he came up, he put his arm around Qin Zhenhua's neck and complained:
"Where did you die yesterday? You didn't answer calls, didn't reply to messages. Are you not telling your brother about some fun place?"
"Qin Shao, that's not cool of you. You didn't bring your brothers along to a fun place."
Cui Wei took out cigarettes, offered them to both of them, and skillfully lit them.
Qin Zhenhua took a puff and said as he walked, "You guys actually hit the nail on the head. Yesterday, I discovered something fun."
Cui Wei and Chen Shaocong were slightly stunned. They had only said it casually, but they didn't expect Qin Zhenhua to actually enjoy himself alone behind their backs, and immediately became displeased.
"Oh, so you're not calling your brothers along? Are you looking down on us?" Chen Shaocong exhaled a smoke ring, glaring at Qin Zhenhua.
Cui Wei, on the other hand, became interested. There weren't many things that could pique Qin Zhenhua's interest, and when he was speaking just now, his eyes were shining, clearly showing that he hadn't had enough.
"Qin Shao, you've successfully piqued my curiosity. What is it that makes you so obsessed? It couldn't be some beauty, could it?"
Qin Zhenhua glanced at him and said irritably, "Do you think I'm like you?"
"It's a game."
"A game?"
Hearing that it was a game, both of them instantly lost all interest.
For them, games were just a way to pass the time when bored, and they couldn't really generate much interest.
To recharge in it was just to enjoy the pleasure brought by recharging. As for being addicted, it was basically impossible.
They spent every day frequenting various nightclubs, moving between beautiful women, or traveling all over the country. Where would they have extra time to play games?
So, as soon as they heard the words "game," both of them immediately showed disdain and gave Qin Zhenhua the middle finger.
Qin Zhenhua still wanted to say something, but by then, the three of them had already passed through the crowd and arrived at the VIP seating on the second floor.
At this time, there were more than a dozen people on the seats, holding wine glasses and dancing, among whom were seven or eight hot and attractive girls.
Chen Shaocong accelerated, rushed into the crowd, and started swaying with them. He also picked up a bottle of foreign liquor from the table and splashed it around, causing a group of girls to scream excitedly.
Normally, at this time, Qin Zhenhua would also excitedly rush in and play with them, but for some reason, he suddenly felt empty inside and had no interest at all.
The meticulous Cui Wei beside him noticed this and immediately clapped his hands, shouting to the others, "Everyone, stop for a moment. Come over and toast our Qin Shao."
Hearing this, everyone stopped what they were doing and ran to Qin Zhenhua with their wine glasses raised.
"Qin Shao, a toast to you. I'll drink it all, you can drink as you please."
"Qin Shao, you are the top supporter in my live broadcast room. I'll drink this bottle of wine. I hope you'll take care of me in the future."
Qin Zhenhua accepted all drinks, downing more than a dozen glasses consecutively, and his emotions were instantly stirred up.
"Let the music and dancing continue!"
After half an hour of revelry, everyone was exhausted and sprawled on the sofa.
Chen Shaocong put his arm around a girl's slender waist and sat next to Qin Zhenhua, pushing the girl standing nearby into Qin Zhenhua's arms.
The girl feigned modesty, saying she was sorry, but her body was honest and she didn't get up. She even subtly adjusted her position and sat on Qin Zhenhua's lap.
Seeing this, Chen Shaocong laughed heartily and raised his wine glass, draining it in one gulp.
