New concept of the mysterious way to ascend to immortality

Chapter 90 I want to reorganize the Bailing Society, who objects?
Falling from the sky into the dream again, Yuan Zhu had a brand new experience.

The last time he came, he was ignorant and curious, and he spent money without thinking and returned to Running inexplicably.

But this time, he saw Huangliang Township as a dreamlike, holographic online world. He discovered that it had everything he needed for dining, drinking, and entertainment, including the opportunity to trade crude futures and stocks. Even major banks had branches there. It was far more than just an ordinary entertainment city.

[Nightmare World] is basically an enhanced version of the virtual network with more functions.

Almost everything Earth's cyberworld can do is available here. I wonder if any of the original builders of the "Dream World" were Earth travelers from the cyber age who provided relevant ideas? Or perhaps they drew inspiration from other "networks" in other universes?
[Huangliang Township] The only thing that is inferior to the Internet on Earth is that the number of users entering the dream is too small.

The barrier to entry to the dream world is a 3 yuan bottle of beverage. This drink is required every time you enter a dream, and the price far exceeds the monthly internet subscription. This traps too many ordinary people, preventing them from accessing the deeper world of the spirit world.

But if we ignore internet cafe prices and convert the "Huangliang Echo" into the cost of a global foot bath, it doesn't seem so expensive anymore. Furthermore, the public's spending power, enthusiasm, and enthusiasm will increase exponentially, and with the emergence of wealthy individuals, it seems affordable again.

So, business in Huangliang Township is actually booming? Life in Duling is hard, but it's only hard for the lower classes.

...

Confused, he came to the Dream Chasing Building where he had visited last time.

This time, Yuan Zhu didn't invite any of his acquaintances to enjoy the singing and dancing. Instead, he opened a large reception room, set aside enough seats, and had the servants set out the food and wine. Then, he sent everyone away and locked the door.

After completing this step, he switched to the tiger demon posture, tried his best to restrain the spread of the shadow power, closed his eyes and communicated with the spiritual connections in his mind.

Using the power of his soul, he dragged the other end of the thread out of the void and dropped it towards the current banquet hall.

After pulling it dozens of times, he became increasingly familiar with this "summoning." Seeing the other end of the thread with his own eyes, unable to resist the call of the "Superior," he was forced to retreat into "Huangliang Township" and appear directly in this hall.

He found this incredibly miraculous. They were all clearly in Running City, yet no matter how hard he tried to call them back, he couldn't. Instead, he dreamt of entering Huangliang Township, away from the Duling spirits, and then easily dragged the spirits of these peripheral members into the nightmare world.

It's no wonder that before the rise of the Spirit Realm (Firewall), locals enjoyed indiscriminate mushroom consumption, nightmare enlightenment, and the practice of bizarre "evil spirit magic" in pursuit of immortality. Records of people ascending to heaven in broad daylight and achieving immortality were common.

"Huh? What is this place?"

"Didn't I just go to bed?"

"It's you! Miss Li, why are you here?"

"Wasn't the White Feather Society destroyed? Were we summoned by the leader?"

"The leader is dead!"

"I know this place. This is [Huangliang Township]!"

One after another, figures in different clothes appeared in the hall.

Some were lost in thought, still unaware of their current situation, unable to understand why they were in this strange place. Some recognized each other, realizing that the White Feather Wishing Society, which had been busted by the Security Bureau, had returned. Others, having been to Huangliang Township before, quickly realized their current situation through the scenery outside their windows.

"Clap!"

Yuan Zhu had already returned to his human form, donning a mask and lying sideways on the only main seat in the banquet hall. One hand resting on his cheek, he observed the varying reactions of the variously dressed passersby. With his other hand, he tapped the tabletop with his index finger, a crisp sound that interrupted the discussion.

For a moment, the peripheral members of the wishing group stopped talking and looked at the masked man who was obviously the culprit. They felt an inexplicable sense of oppression in their hearts. They wanted to look over but could not help but lower their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

Yuan Zhu counted them; there were 32 people in total, two fewer than he'd expected. These 32 people had been dragged into his dream, and they weren't wearing pajamas, but rather the clothes they subconsciously wore most often.

Some are dressed in formal suits, some are in stage costumes...you can tell each other's professions from them.

Seeing the main person in the main seat, one of the middle-aged men stepped forward. It was the man who had recognized [Huangliang Township], and his knowledge was clearly far superior to the others. "Excuse me, who are you? What is your relationship with the [White Feather Wishing Society]? What is your purpose in gathering us here?"

Yuan Zhu extended his hand, motioning for everyone to find a seat. "Please be patient, everyone. I invited you all to gather here for a purpose. I want to rebuild the Bailing Wishing Society and gather you all again to become its core members."

Upon hearing the words "Wishing Club," a burly man with a violent temper and a face full of flesh angrily slammed his fist on the low table in front of him, knocking over the prepared drinks and food. He then stood up and shouted at Yuan Zhu, "Fuck you, you're hiding behind a mask, thinking you can scare people by making a big show? You're a remnant of the "White Feather Club," so that's perfect! When are you going to return the money I've been ripped off by, you bastards?!"

The strong man, seeking great fortune through gambling, had been beguiled into joining the White Feather Society, agreeing to perform a blood sacrifice to the nameless god of wealth. By offering a few goblins, they were guaranteed a blissful fortune, lasting from a single night to several days, ensuring they could win big in the casinos and rake in the cash.

He'd believed those bastards' lies, paid a huge price, and queued up to participate in the sacrifice. He'd waited a month and a half, and those losers were so good at sacrificing themselves that they'd gotten away with it? I heard they were all wiped out, and even the property and estate of the leader had been confiscated by the authorities.

How could he bear this? He was so angry that he almost exploded!
I had thought this damned White Feather Society was dead and bankrupt, and all my dues were wasted. But unexpectedly, there were twists and turns, and some of its remnants had come up with new tricks. Did they think they could fool him by dragging people into a 'dream'?

It's like a dream! Even the leader and deputy leader are dead, and the remaining trash will only be weaker. This current show is nothing but bluff! Pay me back tenfold the money you owe me!

The more the burly man thought about it, the more he saw through everything. He was furious. "You idiot White Feather Society, if you don't pay me back tenfold my dues tonight, I'll kill you right here! I'll peel off your skin and tear your bones apart."

As he spoke, colorful tattoos appeared on his arms, outlining the image of two demonic demons with bared fangs and claws. The tattoos contained a small amount of contaminated aura, stronger than Lu Rang's, who had just completed the [Sword Protection], but not as strong as the control group of goblins that he had forcefully injected with shadow contamination.

Hearing the burly man's words, several women and an elderly woman in the crowd began to stir. Although they didn't speak, their determination and eagerness to collect their dues were evident. They decided to let this brute explore the way first. If he could, they would follow suit.

Yuan Zhu also realized that the quality of the White Feather Society's peripheral members was uneven, mostly ordinary people with only a superficial understanding of the supernatural world. The core members who died in the sacrificial ritual knew more, were accustomed to reverence, and had profited greatly from the sacrifices of the evil god.

This group of people were mostly peripheral reserves, not yet absorbed into the core circle, ignorant and fearless. This was also related to the former White Feather Association leader's low strength.

A small-time leader with limited knowledge of sacrifice, now suffering an accident during a sacrifice, died instantly. If a successor suddenly emerged from hiding in the future to take over, he would be even weaker. It's no wonder these peripheral members dared to provoke him. "Bang! Bang!"

Yuan Zhu slammed the table twice, slightly mobilizing the spiritual connection between them, suppressing the group of members, and then slowly spoke: "I have nothing to do with the previous [White Wing Society]. I simply bought your soul connection from the gods you once worshipped, just like this."

He raised his right hand, pointed at the burly man who asked him for membership dues, and the [Stigmata] on his wrist began to glow.

At the same time, the burly man with evil ghost tattoos on his arms suddenly felt a tremendous sense of mental oppression. The evil ghost pattern that he had nurtured in his body for many years collapsed in an instant. The condensed power was vulnerable and directly dissipated. He couldn't even move his body.

Yuan Zhu then explained, "Everyone here is a manifestation of spirits separated from their physical bodies. You can think of it as traveling in a dream. Your physical bodies are still resting in Running City. Therefore, the extraordinary powers carried by your physical bodies are ineffective here, unless you are a [Nightmare Scholar]. Originally, I planned to give you a welcome gift first. But now it seems that I was too humble and caused you to have an unnecessary misunderstanding. I should have given you a warning first."

He sighed, and holy light burst out from his palm. A cubic prison composed of a protective force field directly enveloped and sealed the strong man's body.

The other party also realized that something was wrong. His body was unable to move, but he was still able to speak: "Wait, what do you want to do? I was just angry for a moment..."

Yuan Zhu interrupted him, "Well, of course I'm here to settle my debt. Although I don't think I owe you dues, since you insist on doing so, I have no choice but to settle the account."

"Wait a minute, I was wrong, right..."

Holy light erupted, like burning flowers and plants in a diseased garden, completely igniting and incinerating this spirit, barely stronger than a contaminated goblin, within its cage. A spiritual being ignited by the holy light instantly burst forth with even greater radiance.

Yuan Zhu did not absorb the soul ashes behind this inferior holy light. Instead, he divided them into 31 parts, and passed them evenly and dispersedly along the "spiritual connection" in his brain, giving each person a [Holy Cough Gift Pack].

"No!", "Ahhhh!", "Help!", "Sir, spare my life!", "I was wrong, I don't want membership fees anymore!", "I have money, don't kill me!"

Seeing the holy light burst forth, burning one soul to death before splitting into over 30 fragments, drifting towards everyone, the peripheral members were terrified, their bodies unable to move or resist, and they could only scream in despair, their cries for mercy endlessly heard.

Until a tiny amount of holy light penetrated into the spiritual body, not only did I not feel any pain, but I felt my body was warm, and a holy light emanated from the inside out, as if my soul was purified. This feeling was better than ever before.

"Shut up, everyone! I told you I'd give you a welcome gift. Remember, although I'm reorganizing the [White Feather Association], I have nothing to do with the White Feather Wishing Society. I simply purchased your soul contact information from the gods and demons. From today on, the new association's name will be temporarily set as [Taixi Chamber of Commerce]!"

The peripheral members came to their senses, not daring to ask questions, but lowering their heads and accepting the situation. Although they didn't fully understand what was happening, they knew that their "souls" were being controlled by the other party, and that the other party could easily summon them into their dreams, kill them in their dreams, and burn their souls.

Furthermore, the "blessing" (meeting gift) they received was a form of control. Long accustomed to the Duling's cruel rules, they decisively shut up and obeyed obediently, no longer considering any refunds or even considering how much money they could hand over. They had to make their Lord feel their sincerity.

At this time, the middle-aged man who had asked the question initially spoke up again, "Sir, what is your purpose in rebuilding the Taixi Chamber of Commerce? How can I help you?"

This man was the most discerning and courageous of this group of scumbags. Yuan Zhu seriously suspected he was once a core member of the White Feather Society, but simply didn't have time to participate in the sacrificial ceremony and escaped unharmed. Therefore, facing the unfamiliar new leader, he adapted quickly. Isn't that why? He stood out and caught the eye of Grand Master Yuan.

"As you can see, I'm using the power of Holy Light. Unlike the White Feather Society, our [Taixi Chamber of Commerce] is a formal organization with a backer (the Holy Temple). We won't casually offer sacrifices to unknown evil gods, nor do we conduct any regular illegal blood sacrifices. We certainly won't treat your lives as a joke, and we won't wipe you out at any moment. Furthermore, the [Taixi Chamber of Commerce] won't restrict your behavior; we'll simply provide a high-end material trading platform. Furthermore, we'll assign you missions when necessary, and offer equivalent rewards, for mutual benefit."

"Tonight, I summoned you to let you know, firstly, that the Taixi Chamber of Commerce has officially been rebuilt. Secondly, I need to gather your information so I can select talented individuals from among you to become the core members of the organization and entrust them with important tasks. Finally, I'd like to invite you all to a feast in Huangliang Township for a night of fun. This will also serve as the first team-building activity for the Taixi Chamber of Commerce."

"I know you all chose to join the White Feather Society for different purposes and desires. Now, as long as you demonstrate sufficient value, I can satisfy your desires. Here, I present to you a magical elixir, the Blood Eggplant, that has the power to prolong life, heal injuries, and enhance vitality. It has no side effects and requires no sacrifice to the evil god. Simply make a contribution and you can redeem it at the Chamber of Commerce."

"One pill per person, also part of the welcome gift. You can use it yourself, sell it, give it to others, or have it appraised. I won't interfere. Your soul connection is in my hands, so there's no need for any initiation ceremony. I assume you're all members of the first batch, and you can receive the benefits directly. From now on, unless absolutely necessary, I will summon you once a month in the Dream Realm. If you want to continue to receive [Blood Eggplant], it will depend on your value."

After some nonsense, Yuan Zhu took out 31 garbage blood tomatoes that he had exchanged from [Happy Home], waved his hand, and instantly teleported them to everyone's desk.

Looking at the blood-red tomatoes, some of which had a single eye, some had ears, or some had noses and mouths, the citizens of Running trembled in their hearts, but could not take their eyes away.

They had a thought in their minds: this amazing and rare fruit must be the "magic medicine" mentioned in the storybooks! The people of Duling had a consensus that the more exotic the fruit, the more powerful its effect.

After the New White Feather Society changed its leader, not only did they stop collecting membership fees and collect money, but they also offered generous benefits. Holy Light Blessings and Blood Eggplant Longevity Benefits—they truly are the light of righteousness! This is a legitimate organization, and we're saved!

After the initial introduction, Yuan Zhu allowed these citizens to eat and drink and enjoy basic comforts in the [Dream Chasing Building]. At the same time, he called 31 members into a small compartment one by one for questioning, registering their identities, addresses, contact information, occupations, etc.

It turned out that the White Feather Society didn't accept the poor, but all the wealthy people with some social status had died in that sacrificial ceremony. The remaining periphery was mostly the so-called "middle class."

There were female dancers and singers working in large theaters who joined the White Feather Society out of a desire to be blessed with beauty, voice, and figure. There were also rain gear makers and small business owners who opened small workshops. There were also low-level financial professionals, accountants, lawyers, and doctors.

There were over thirty members, both men and women, with a wide variety of occupations. None of them could be considered poor, but they also didn't have much social status. They could only be said to be useful, but not up to the task.

The man who dared to ask her the question was a small-time gemstone businessman named Zheng Hao, who frequently traveled between Running and Taixi. He had a strong desire and ambition to join the Taixi Chamber of Commerce and gain the protection of a supernatural power. He was very willing to become the leader's lackey, and his attitude was very positive.

So Yuan Zhu did not let him down and arranged a small task for him to purchase a [haunted house].

"Don't be too anxious. Complete the transaction within a week. Remember to bargain. The upper limit is 3. The lower the transaction price, the better. Be sure to severely devalue this haunted house. After buying the villa, don't live in it. Say you have business in Taixi and put the property on hold for the time being. Don't let anyone else enter."

After hearing Yuan Zhu's description, Zheng Hao understood that there must be a hidden agenda behind the haunted house. This was clearly a pledge of allegiance, but he had no choice. If he wanted to keep his business going, he needed the protection of a transcendental figure.

He had previously paid a large sum to join the White Feather Society and, despite participating in several sacrifices, the leader's performance was poor, and he didn't seem particularly capable. He even lost interest in the subsequent "sacrificial ceremonies" and instead placed his hopes on Huangliang Township.

As a result, I dreamed of this place many times, and wasted a lot of money in a life of debauchery. Apart from the fact that my spirit, body and kidneys were in good condition, I did not meet any capable and strong people.

The reorganization of the White Feather Society and the birth of the Taixi Chamber of Commerce gave him a new opportunity for growth. This new leader had an extraordinary background, powerful skills, and generous spending. His future was promising. It was worth a gamble.

(End of this chapter)