Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 1003 is about capturing them alive.

"Lin Yuan, I have a question to ask."

"Just ask."

"You all pride yourselves on peace, so why are you suddenly sending troops? And how did you discover these strongholds, which are so well hidden?"

"We didn't discover it; he came here specifically to expose it. And he insulted us."

"How were you insulted?"

"He said that since our cultivation level is low and we have no backing, we should obediently go and acknowledge him as our master, and help him become an immortal as soon as possible. Are all the cultivators in your immortal realm problematic? They always make people acknowledge others as their masters. Are you addicted to this, Ace Aimu?"

Although Emperor Xun did not know what "Ace Aimu" was, he figured it was not a good word. He could only chuckle and think to himself that the other party was truly courting death.

Moreover, seeing the scene before him, even though Di Xun considered himself a man who had seen the world, he still felt that he hadn't seen much of anything after seeing the vast army of Nendoroids in front of him.

The Nendoroids before me stretched endlessly, reaching from the ground to the sky. As far as the eye could see, there were Nendoroids everywhere, making one deeply feel the vastness of their numbers, like the stars in the Milky Way, countless in number.

Each player's Nendoroid has its own unique characteristics; some are muscular and powerful, while others have nine long tails growing from their backs, making them look charming and alluring.

Looking at so many Nendoroids, Lin Yuan exclaimed, "They're truly perfect. There's no more perfect weapon of war than Nendoroids. They can self-repair, self-address, and improve themselves based on templates. They can also provide feedback and evolve on their own. After a battle, they can seamlessly enter production mode, creating factories on the spot for further production. It's unbelievably perfect."

"What exactly did you do to the Nendoroid? Weren't you just being lewd before?"

"Don't underestimate the power of se! Se is the driving force of social progress! You cultivators who don't even know how to use se are just evil cultivators! Do you know why you have so many inner demons?"

"Because of what?"

"Shinoga Tsubasa!"

Di Xun felt that Lin Yuan's words made no sense, but Lin Yuan's aura was too strong at the moment, leaving him at a loss for words.

Lin Yuan pointed to the Nendoroid in front of him and continued, "See? If the players hadn't wanted to be erotic, would they have thought about how to preserve the Nendoroid's characteristics? If they hadn't decorated the Nendoroid, how could they have found paint jobs that could add magic? If it weren't for..."

"Wait a minute." Di Xun interrupted Lin Yuan, "You mean, players can fully utilize the functions of Nendoroids because they are 'sexy'?"

"if not?"

"How should we explain the immortals in the immortal realm who uphold heavenly principles and rid themselves of human desires?"

"Shinobi-yaki, huh?"

"...Isn't this just saying we've taken the wrong path?!"

"Isn't it?"

Emperor Xun wanted to refute, but suddenly realized he couldn't.

Although it's not as exaggerated as Lin Yuan said, the immortals in the immortal realm really do seem to have no desires.

The Abundant Immortal Lord still knows how to enjoy food, but the other immortals have become puppets, living their lives in a routine manner every day.

They have experienced too much; worldly entertainment can no longer stir their hearts.

Foods that used to taste delicious become bland and tasteless after being repeated countless times.

Music that was once considered pleasant becomes unbearably noisy after being repeated countless times.

Beauty has turned into a rosy skull, and fine wine into a sharp knife for scraping bones.

The only constant is the fear of death.

Ironically, the more detached and ascetic one is, the more afraid of death one becomes. In order to avoid death, one can only bind oneself to the Way of Heaven, enduring this long and tedious time, and waiting for death to arrive.

“The warmth of the sun and the cold of the moon are a cruel test of human lifespan,” Emperor Xun suddenly lamented.

"You said you didn't believe in canard wings, but you've empathized with people suffering from depression. Alright, let's set off and prepare for our first battle. Remember, our objective is!"

"Take them alive!" the players shouted excitedly. "That's it! Remember, it doesn't matter if we die, just don't hurt the people here! We, Kyushu, came here for love and games!"

"Understood!"

Seeing the players rush out like wild dogs, Di Xun realized that the guys from Kyushu were unlikely to believe in Ya Yi.

That vigorous vitality could be felt even through the barrier of the Myriad Manifestations Technique, making him marvel at how these people seemed to be forever moving forward, forever seeking amusement.

Looking at the players' targets in the distance, he suddenly spoke up: "Lin Yuan."

"Ok?"

"The realm of immortals also has an underworld."

"You mean this... Oh, I see."

"However, no immortals are willing to go to the underworld, so it still needs to be tidied up. Countless beings wander in the underworld, waiting for someone to save them."

Turning to look at Di Xun, Lin Yuan stroked his chin and asked, "Di Xun, I've always wanted to ask, who exactly are you? In my opinion, your knowledge and demeanor are definitely not those of an unknown person."

Who do you think I am?

"It's hard to say, I don't know much about the Immortal Realm. But if you ask me, the Heavenly Emperor?"

Di Xun looked at Lin Yuan with surprise, then smiled and shook his head, saying, "Yes, but not entirely. I am a person in the Heavenly Emperor's dream, probably a benevolent corpse that the Heavenly Emperor severed, or perhaps an aggregation of inner demons. But don't worry, the Heavenly Emperor doesn't know of my existence; he can only vaguely sense what I sense."

"You immortals play such elaborate games?"

"Where did you spend it! You just don't understand the mysteries of immortals! In short, I won't help you. I can only be an observer and watch how you act."

"Fine, it doesn't matter whether you're here or not."

"That's a bit hurtful."

"Then let's just watch quietly. Anyway, I can't imagine what it would be like for us to fail."

"To be honest, I can't imagine it either. But it's not up to me, this battle still has to be fought. If I weren't in a dream, I would definitely kneel down right now."

"It's a good thing you're in the dream world, because these battles are necessary. If we don't fight, how will the world know that we are full of martial virtue and have boundless magical power? If we don't fight, how will the world know that we are united and happy?"

"...You guys have such a great attitude."

As they spoke, the players had already assembled and set off for the base.

The players made quite a commotion, and the base noticed their movements and began to defend.

The outpost here is located in the woods, with each house built on a large tree and connected to each other by planks.

Although the environment was very simple, the entire stronghold belonged to a Nascent Soul cultivator, whose strength should not be underestimated.

Upon receiving news that the players were heading this way, the cultivator was playing chess with his fellow Daoist. After hearing the news, he calmly placed his piece and then said with a smile, "I heard that a group of cultivators made of magic power came to my neighbor's place, and then they took in a bunch of clay figures as subordinates. Don't you think these guys have something wrong with them? Why aren't they seeking the Great Dao? What are they doing playing this childish game every day? The most ridiculous thing is that I recently showed them great mercy and offered to take them as servants, but they actually refused! It's outrageous! They don't know what's good for them!"

“That’s right.” The old man opposite also laughed. “Insignificant ants, coming to our immortal realm to beg for alms. Fellow Daoist, it just so happens that it’s your birthday today, so I won’t trouble you with such a trivial matter. I’ll deal with those cultivators and then come over to wish you a happy birthday.”

"Okay, then I'll think a few more moves ahead and take advantage of you."

"You..."

The old man left with a smile, and half a day later, he brought both bad news and good news:

The bad news is: the old man has been arrested.

The good news is: they were captured alive.

　My cold hasn't gotten better yet, and my head is still a bit heavy, so I can only update once.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)