Global Games: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

"Practice until your body resembles a crane, and you can read two volumes of scriptures beneath a thousand pine trees."

"I came to ask the question, but there was nothing more to say; the clouds are in the blue sky, and the water is in the bottle."

Thump—!

The resounding bells of the Daoist sect echoed throughout the Taichu Gate, signifying the beginning of a new day and the peak of the primordial purple energy.

Mo Lan slowly opened his eyes as the bell rang, and found himself sitting in an old carriage. A man dressed as a butler, wearing glasses, sat opposite him, looking at the account book in his hand and fiddling with an abacus.

Seeing that he had woken up, the butler took off his glasses: "Young Master, we will be at Tai Chu Gate soon. This time, the master has ordered that no matter what, you must stay at Tai Chu Gate for three months before going down the mountain."

He pleaded earnestly, "Please don't blame the master and mistress for being heartless. The world is in chaos right now, the revolutionary army has fought all the way to the capital, and there are always powerful demons appearing. It's really not safe outside."

"Master had to pull countless strings to get in touch with an old friend and send you to the Tai Chu Sect to study under a master."

Mo Lan listened to his babbling and couldn't help but rub her temples, because he was still looking through the dungeon information that the game of fate had given her.

This damn instance teleportation is like throwing someone into a washing machine; it makes you dizzy and lightheaded.

[Fate Game: Please note that the instance you are currently entering is a special historical instance.]

[Historical Dungeon: Game of Destiny recreates a period of history in your world before the advent of the New Era game, and is available as a recruitment-type dungeon.]

Q: What kind of history will be chosen as a scenario?

[A: History that involves significant turning points and has a profound impact on humanity typically lies between an old era and a new era.]

Q: Will players appear in the dungeon?

[A: Yes, but they are not real players; they are replicas of dungeon players, and the vast majority of them are already dead.]

[Instance: "The Xinwei Rebellion (Opening)"]

Difficulty: lv.3 (Extreme)

[Synopsis: At the end of the century, the world is in chaos, and the Taichu Gate and Wanfo Temple will face a crisis from ancient times.]

[The following are explanations of historical terms.]

[Spirit Realm: The name given to the game of fate when it first appeared in the Heavenly River Realm.]

[Your identity: Lan Meng, the third young master of the Lan family in Jinling City. He has a dissolute personality and was sent by his father to the Taichu Sect to become an apprentice in order to avoid the chaos of the world.]

[Mission Guide: Join the Primordial Beginning Sect and become a disciple.]

Mo Lan processed this amount of information.

First, there's the era. The present-day Tianhe River is in the early stages of the Second Civilization War, which is more than two hundred years ago.

The corrupt old imperial system is already on the verge of collapse.

The Tianhe Revolutionary Army rose up in the south and has already fought its way to the capital. It won't be long before they completely overthrow it.

As for Wanfo Temple and Taichu Gate, Mo Lan only had a slight understanding of them, but not much. She only knew that they were once the righteous representatives of Buddhism and Taoism, respectively.

Just as the butler was rambling on, the carriage suddenly braked sharply, throwing the butler into the air. His head hit the carriage, and he cried out, "Ouch!"

"What do you want? This is our young master Lan's carriage!"

The coachman and the guards outside immediately began to question him loudly.

"Hiss... That's strange. This is at the foot of the Taichu Sect's mountain. How come someone dares to block our way here?"

The steward, rubbing his head, got off the carriage and saw a group of bandits using wooden planks as roadblocks to prevent people from passing.

Hearing the driver's words, the bandit leader sneered, "The Lan family? I don't care what family you are. If you don't pay today, none of you are passing through here."

Upon hearing this, the guards all drew their swords.

Seeing this, the steward quickly stopped the guards beside him and stepped forward to negotiate, "Good sir, our Lan family is in the grain and oil business in Jinling City. Please, give us some face, okay?"

As he spoke, the steward pulled a bag of silver from his sleeve and stuffed it into the bandit leader's hand.

In the housekeeper's view, if something can be solved with money, then it's best not to resort to violence.

Once they start fighting, losing a few guards would be a good outcome; if the bandits still have manpower, they might all perish here.

Not worth the candle.

The bandit leader weighed the silver in his hand, a dissatisfied look on his face: "This little bit of silver? Who are you trying to fool?"

With a wave of his hand, several bandits rushed forward and pinned down the butler. "Search the car. I want to see if your young master has any treasures in his vehicle."

Upon seeing this, the Lan family guards drew their swords, shouting, "How dare you!"

"Hey, you dare to draw your sword against me? I think you don't want to live anymore."

The bandits drew their swords.

Just then, another person stepped off the carriage.

The boy was dressed in a black Western-imported suit and wore round-framed sunglasses, which contrasted sharply with the coarse linen clothes worn by the bandits.

Even with sunglasses covering his face, his handsome appearance was still hard to hide.

In this day and age without beauty filters, that's truly a rare sight.

Mo Lan, with his left hand in his pocket, glanced at the bandits whose danger level was less than 1.5, and impatiently pushed up his sunglasses.

"Who sent you? You've got some nerve."

"What did you say?!" The bandit leader was furious upon hearing this.

"Damn it, how dare a little brat talk to your Master Hong like that?"

Mo Lan was too lazy to say more. A ball of blood slowly condensed in his right palm, a sign that the Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique was about to be activated.

Just then, a voice rang out from the nearby cliff:

"What the hell? How can bandits be robbing us on our Taichu Sect's territory? Don't they want to live?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan immediately extinguished the blood ball in her palm, looked up, and through her sunglasses, saw a young man dressed in a plain white Taoist robe sitting lazily on the cliff.

The man exchanged a glance with Mo Lan, then stroked his chin, immediately showing interest:

"Wow, I didn't expect my new junior brother to be such a beautiful young lady. No wonder Master asked me to come and meet him."

He stood up and stretched his arms.

"Who are you?! Let me tell you, you'd better mind your own business. I'm one of those three bastards from the Huang family!" The bandit leader pointed his knife at him.

puff!

In the blink of an eye, the young man descended from the sky and shoved the bandit leader's head into the ground.

All the onlookers could hear was a loud bang, and the bandit leader was already dead.

"Oops, sorry, I used too much force."

The young man raised his blood-stained hand and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

This bloody scene stunned the bandits standing nearby, who then remembered the young man's opening remarks.

"A Celestial Master! A Celestial Master from the Primordial Beginning Sect!"

"He is a Celestial Master of the Primordial Beginning Sect!"

The bandits were terrified and trembled. They quickly dropped their weapons and knelt down, begging for mercy.

"Immortal, Immortal Master, we were forced into this situation. We had no other way to survive, so we were momentarily blinded and resorted to robbing people on the road." Someone kowtowed repeatedly.

"Yes, yes," the other bandits chimed in, "It's all because of those Huang Family Mountain devils that they forced us to pay up the money, threatening to use us to make human pills!"

Upon hearing this, the young man pondered for a moment, looking quite troubled: "This world is truly in chaos. Even unprofessional bandits like you have emerged."

"Didn't you think about why no one is competing with you for business here before you came?"

The emaciated bandits immediately kowtowed, pleading, "Please, Immortal Master, spare our lives! We promise never to come near here again."

"well..."

The young man shook his head and turned to look at Mo Lan: "What do you think, junior brother?"

"Me?"

Mo Lan tilted her head: "May I ask who you are?"

"Uh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself."

The young man flicked his sleeves, cupped his hands, and said, "I am Bai Daoran, the eldest disciple of the Taichu Sect, and my master is Lin Jianwei, the current sect leader of the Taichu Sect."

"Alright, junior brother, what's your opinion? How should we deal with these people?"

Bai Daoran said, rubbing his forehead in distress, "We can't kill them all, can we?"

"..."

Mo Lan, watching this guy's terrible acting, blurted out:

Why not?

If you want to kill me, just say so. Do I have to say it first?

Bai Daoran paused, then looked at Mo Lan for a long, long time before finally letting out a smile.

"Junior brother's murderous intent is rather strong."

"But I like it."

The voice just fell.

Bang bang bang!

All the bandits present instantly felt a tremendous force on their heads, and then their entire heads were crushed into the ground.

The scene was like watermelons exploding in the ground—bloody and violent.