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

Chapter 969 Unleashing a Bloodbath (12)

After killing the person, it's time for the satisfying part: looting the corpse.

Licking his lips, Lin Yuan happily searched the two corpses thoroughly, only to find that apart from two magical artifacts, there was nothing in their pockets.

"This Temperament Sect is quite poor, huh? They only have these two magical artifacts?"

The power of Cyber ​​Star Lord will expand in a small area centered on the player. With a large number of believers, Lan's strength has expanded to an unprecedented level. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the strongest Star Lord in the history of Kyushu.

After all, no Star Lord of the Nine Provinces can attract believers across the world, let alone nearly a billion believers.

His immense power allows Him to bestow blessings upon each player, some of which are tied to the player's character, granting them certain in-game effects.

For example, identification.

After obtaining the magical artifacts, Lin Yuan knew that one of them was a jade pendant, which could increase the speed of health regeneration and prolong his life if worn.

The other was an old-fashioned copper coin magic sword, not very sharp, but better than nothing.

In addition, there's the paper crane on the back of the young man who had previously rolled his eyes. The magical fluctuations on it are still there. If you put it on your person, it can make him immediately go to the Cliff of Repentance and continue the game below.

Placing the paper crane behind his back, Lin Yuan spread the power of his magic throughout his body, then leaped down the cliff.

Thanks to the paper crane, his descent slowed down, giving him just enough time to contact Zero One.

Lin Yuan: [Zero One, what is the cultivation level of this Temperament Sect Master?]

Zero One: [Peak of Nascent Soul Transformation!]

With a sudden punch, Lin Yuan stopped his descent by slamming his fist into the stone wall beside him, realizing that this damned dungeon was no longer playable.

Zero One: [But don't worry, the opponent's actual ability is only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.]

Lin Yuan: [Why? I don't understand! Power level inconsistencies are a huge problem! Shouldn't this issue appear later in the game? How come it started collapsing early on?!]

Zero One: [Please stop scolding me, I know I was wrong. I was inexperienced back then, and the audience wasn't very sensitive to performance quality, so I just did it haphazardly.]

Lin Yuan: [And then what?]

Zero One: [After that, we flopped terribly, so I learned my lesson. But even though it's just Foundation Establishment, it's still something you and I can't contend with right now. What stage are you at now? Did that guy with the squinting eyes insult you?]

Lin Yuan: [This is an insult.]

Zero One: [Don't get angry with him. Deal with your junior brother first, then go deal with Master. You'll be humiliated here for another six months, then die coughing up blood. Then everyone else will regret it and remember your kindness.]

Lin Yuan: [Let me say it again, this is truly the worst script I've ever seen.]

After ending the call, Lin Yuan confirmed that everything was fine.

A few minutes later, he finally landed smoothly.

Stepping onto solid ground, Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, marveling that humans are indeed creatures that live on the ground; they can't stay in the sky all the time.

Just as he was about to savor the feeling of being on the ground, he heard an unfriendly voice: "Senior Brother? What are you doing down here? Where's Junior Brother Yu?"

Turning around, Lin Yuan saw a young man staring coldly at him.

Beside him stood three disciples with their arms crossed, their gazes equally cold.

Upon meeting his gaze, the other person showed obvious disgust and said coldly, "What are you looking at? You should be up there reflecting on your actions. How dare you come down? When Master comes later, you'll be in for a good whipping."

The other party wanted to make a few more sarcastic remarks, but Lin Yuan was too lazy to give them the chance.

With a light flick of the sword, the Heavenly Heart Sword Technique was activated. The sword light, as thin as a cicada's wing, gently swept across, like a breeze blowing past the opponent's throat.

The boy felt a slight chill and a tickle on his neck. Puzzled, he lowered his head, and his head uncontrollably flipped down, like an overturned vase, rolling into the mountains, his body still in a crossed-chest position.

The two people beside him stared at the rolling head, their minds reeling. After a long while, they stammered, "You, you, you..." "Call me Senior Brother."

With a gentle flick, another fellow disciple's head was severed, and a pile of mosaics immediately rolled out, causing the last disciple's stomach to churn, and he knelt on the ground, vomiting uncontrollably.

Then, he saw a pair of tattered straw sandals come to him, and through the gaps in the sandals, he could see the blood scabs and frostbitten wounds on the other person's feet.

He wanted to get up and say something strong, but his trembling legs made it impossible for him to stand up, and even looking up at his senior brother was a luxury.

"I ask, you answer."

"Ah...cough..."

His fellow disciple's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word. He could only lie prostrate on the ground, like an old dog on the verge of death.

"I want to go to the sect of the Temperament Sect. How do I get there?"

The disciple couldn't utter a single word; he could only raise his trembling hand and point to a certain spot.

"Thank you. Do you have any last words?"

"I...I don't want to die."

"Okay, I know."

The sword was thrust downwards, its tip piercing precisely through the back of the opponent's head, decisively ending their life.

Wiping the blood off his magic sword, Lin Yuan took a few steps forward, then turned back, took off the corpse's shoes, put them on, and continued on his way.

After a long time, a middle-aged man flew towards the Cliff of Contemplation.

Upon landing, he saw that the area was covered in snow, and the temperature was much lower than down the mountain.

Exhaling a puff of white mist, the serious-looking man's eyes showed a hint of reluctance as he said softly, "It's getting cold, but we still have to teach him a lesson. Otherwise, he'll always be arrogant and won't set any example."

He simply scanned the room with his divine sense and found that there was no one in front of him.

His previous pity now turned into anger, and he sneered, "They actually ran away, they really don't know what's good for them."

Just as he was about to descend the mountain to find his traitorous disciple, he suddenly turned around and saw a striking green patch in the white snow.

He rushed over immediately and was shocked to find that the other person was actually his little apprentice. At this moment, his body was twisted and his corpse was a gruesome sight, his face full of shock and fear before death.

Suddenly sensing something was wrong, he immediately rushed down the mountain and saw three disciples dead at the foot of the mountain. His face was also filled with astonishment and confusion.

"How is this possible? Who did this?! Who is targeting my Temperament Sect?!"

With a roar, the man suddenly stopped, smelling a strong stench of blood.

His pupils dilated, and his figure moved like lightning as he sped toward the sect, but he was still a step too slow.

The once bustling sect was now in flames, silent except for the sound of fire licking at the remains, producing a piercing crackling sound, as if mocking his late arrival.

He walked forward aimlessly and saw two disciples at the entrance with their throats slit by a sword, and a disciple who was welcoming guests with his heart pierced.

The bravest disciple had his head smashed open, and the most cunning disciple was stabbed through the chest from behind, struggling a few times before dying, leaving behind the name of his senior brother.

An elder died by the roadside, and another elder was split in two, with red and white stains scattered all over the ground.

The opponent's swordsmanship was incredibly sharp, devoid of any emotion, as if the cold heavens were judging this place, making him vaguely see the boundless might of heaven.

Inside the sect's main hall, he saw the senior disciple of the Temperament Sect pouring oil in preparation for a fire.

(End of this chapter)