Mo Yun Battlefield, Third Area.
Everyone stood in the blood rain, breathing heavily, staring blankly at the leaderboard on the sky screen.
Thud—
Someone fell to the ground, and then more and more people slumped to the ground, grimacing as they clutched their wounds.
Chu Huaian took a few deep breaths, leaped up, and grabbed the blood crystal floating in mid-air.
It was cool to the touch, with wisps of Dao essence seeping out, and a profound sensation surged into his heart, as if the power of law circulated in his eyes.
At this point, Jing Yuan and the other two also walked over curiously; this was their first close-up encounter with a blood crystal.
“Kid, you must keep this thing safe. In a sense, a blood crystal is even more precious than an Emperor Armament,” Jing Yuan said with a serious tone.
“There are many types of blood crystals, and those with Dao essence are extremely rare. Especially when you reach the Transformation God Realm, it will be of great help to you,” Feng Qingyang echoed from the side.
Bai Yue, however, did not show much emotional fluctuation, and said with a faint smile, “I can’t believe a blood crystal actually appeared in the Third Area and fell into your hands, kid. It seems this is fate.”
Chu Huaian opened his hand, extended the blood crystal to the three of them, and said with a smile, “Three seniors, for a junior like me, this blood crystal is more suitable for you…”
However, his words were cut off halfway by Jing Yuan and the other two.
“Kid, you can’t do this. You are still young and don’t know how precious this thing is. You absolutely cannot.”
“Let me put it this way, even those mighty figures in the Refining Void Realm would be tempted by this blood crystal. Keep it; whether for self-preservation or cultivation, it will be of great help to you.”
“Do not mention this matter again, or the Hehuan Sect will withdraw from the alliance. You can figure it out yourself.”
Facing the strong attitude of the three, Chu Huaian could only helplessly shake his head, putting the blood crystal into his storage ring, waiting for an opportunity to give it away another day.
Besides the blood crystal, there were also over five hundred mo crystals on the field, a huge fortune.
Chu Huaian divided the mo crystals into four portions, with each sect receiving one.
This time, Jing Yuan and the other two did not act polite and accepted them gladly.
On the other side, the players sat in small groups, bandaging each other’s wounds.
Chen Shaocong scurried over to Jiang Xiaoxiao, pleading, “Xiao Xiao, I got two cuts on my back. Can you help me bandage them?”
At this moment, Jiang Xiaoxiao was bandaging a female player’s wound. Hearing Chen Shaocong’s words, she couldn’t help but look up at him, saying indifferently, “One hundred contribution points.”
“Alright, two wounds mean two hundred contribution points,” Chen Shaocong grinned foolishly.
“One hundred!”
Jiang Xiaoxiao glared at him fiercely, her movements in her hand involuntarily intensifying.
“Hiss… Xiao Xiao, lighter… it hurts…” The female player gasped, gently patting Jiang Xiaoxiao’s small hand.
“Oh, sorry, sorry…” Jiang Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, then turned her head and glared at Chen Shaocong again, “Don’t disturb me!”
Chen Shaocong was somewhat aggrieved by the scolding and sat aside, muttering something under his breath.
“Are you cursing me?” Jiang Xiaoxiao squinted at him, speaking in a flat tone.
“I am not!” Chen Shaocong sprang to his feet, denying it vehemently.
“Pfft…”
The female player next to them suddenly burst out laughing and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, “Xiao Xiao, only you can rein in Young Master Chen. If it were any other woman, Young Master Chen would probably really start cutting people.”
“That’s not true… he’s just really annoying…”
Jiang Xiaoxiao’s face was slightly red. She secretly glanced at Chen Shaocong, seeing his tense expression, and felt a little soft-hearted, saying in a gentle voice, “You can sit and wait for a bit, I’ll be done soon.”
“It’s fine, I’m not in a hurry, take your time…”
Chen Shaocong sighed in relief and sat beside Jiang Xiaoxiao, his eyes staring blankly at her busy little hands.
Not far away, Qin Zhenhua, Lin Ye, and Ye Wuyai gathered together, dealing with their wounds while occasionally looking towards Chen Shaocong.
“Do you think Chen Shaocong can win over Jiang Xiaoxiao?” Ye Wuyai looked at the two and asked curiously.
“I don’t think it’s very likely. Their values are too different; even if they get together, they’ll break up due to arguments,” Lin Ye shook his head slightly, not optimistic about the two of them.
If it were any other girl, Lin Ye wouldn’t make such a judgment, but he understood Jiang Xiaoxiao’s personality somewhat.
Jiang Xiaoxiao seemed carefree, but in reality, she was very sensitive inside and had a bit of prejudice against rich second-generation heirs. It would be unusually difficult for Chen Shaocong to break through Jiang Xiaoxiao’s defenses.
As for throwing money at her, it would only elicit Jiang Xiaoxiao’s disgust. Fortunately, Chen Shaocong also realized this and did not take such action.
Furthermore, Jiang Xiaoxiao wasn’t lacking in money; her contribution points were ridiculously high, earning her the nickname “Little Rich Woman” among players.
“This is the first time I’ve seen Shaocong so devoted to a girl. I’m afraid he’s truly fallen,” Qin Zhenhua said with a smile.
“Don’t talk about others, what about you? How are things with Xu Miao?” Lin Ye interrupted him, asking curiously.
Hearing this, Qin Zhenhua gave a wry smile, shaking his head slightly, “Still the same, she keeps avoiding me, sigh…”
“Has she not let go of Xian Ge yet? Or does she have a grudge? Does she think our Hua Xia Sect destroyed the Falling Cloud Sect, and she can’t get over it? Have you asked her?”
“Of course I have.”
“How did she answer?”
Lin Ye and Ye Wuyai leaned in, quietly watching Qin Zhenhua.
“She didn’t answer those questions, she just told me not to focus my thoughts on her and to cultivate well,” Qin Zhenhua spread his hands, showing a bitter smile.
Ye Wuyai didn’t quite understand this feeling and asked curiously, “You, why do you like an NPC? You can’t get married and have children. Isn’t it better to find someone in reality?”
“Look at Zhao Shijie and Sister Sichun, how good they are, they can be together both in the game and in reality.”
“You don’t understand, this kind of emotion isn’t something you can control just by wanting to,” Qin Zhenhua suddenly turned away somewhat irritably, fiercely wiping the bloodstains from his body.
Lin Ye and Ye Wuyai exchanged glances, silently stepping aside.
After a while, Ye Wuyai pointed to a spot not far away and said with a smile, “Fang Yuan, that guy, is still so carefree, he doesn’t consider all these things at all.”
Lin Ye followed his gaze and saw Fang Yuan leaning in Meng Ke'er’s arms, exclaiming in surprise, though it was unclear what he was saying.
Looking at Meng Ke'er, her eyes were tender like water, listening silently.
“Sometimes I envy Fang Yuan,” Lin Ye suddenly said.
“Envy him for what? Envy him for dating an NPC?” Ye Wuyai looked at Lin Ye curiously.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. Girls in reality are too materialistic. Getting married requires all sorts of betrothal gifts, and you worry if the other person will cheat, or if they’ll break up with you or divorce you if you lose your job one day. Just thinking about it is exhausting.”
“In the game, there aren’t so many worries. Anyway, the senses in the game are the same as in the real world, so I think having an NPC girlfriend is pretty good.”
Lin Ye revealed a faint smile, looking like he had seen through the mundane world.
“I don’t necessarily agree. Whether it’s in the game or in reality, there are worldly views. Take Fang Yuan’s example: if Fang Yuan were just an ordinary person, do you think Meng Ke'er would fancy him?”
Lin Ye subconsciously shook his head.
“No, right? The reason you see Meng Ke'er being so good to Fang Yuan now is because Fang Yuan is outstanding enough, which is why Meng Ke'er is attracted and devoted to him.”
“It’s the same in reality. As long as you are outstanding enough, you can also gain such love.”
Ye Wuyai said this, then looked at Chen Shaocong, and continued, “Of course, this depends on individual judgment. No matter how excellent, if your judgment is poor, it’s all for naught.”
“We’ve strayed too far, too far. Let’s just heal up properly and prepare to challenge the next area,” Lin Ye didn’t want to dwell on this topic anymore and smiled as he patted Ye Wuyai’s shoulder.
Love is too complex, with a thousand faces for a thousand people. Everyone’s experiences are different, and their perspectives are also different.
Lin Ye felt that if they kept talking, they wouldn’t finish even in a day and a night, so he simply stopped delving deeper, believing that everything would be fine as fate dictated.
The road of life is long, and one will always meet the right person.
