No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

Mu Zhixi, the mastermind behind Gu Wenzhou's act of using someone else's power, didn't seem to care much.

As a benevolent goddess, she should naturally have the well-being of all living beings in her heart, but she seems to be Irene now~

The players present stared in disbelief at this even more outrageous scene than before, deeply shocked, feeling as if their minds were not quite processing it.

At least that sword immortal made a move.

And this one?

He just moved his lips, recited a list of dishes, and then the SS-level boss ran away in fear?

You can play like this?!

"So...so the name 'Sanctuary' itself is a weapon from an unknown realm?" a player muttered to himself, utterly distraught.

"Are we all playing the same game?" Ling Xi was utterly shocked, her eyes sparkling. "If I could leave the instance, I would dedicate all my knowledge to studying these rhetoric!"

The way the players looked at Gu Wenzhou completely changed.

If before they only thought Gu Wenzhou was an ordinary cannon fodder, now Gu Wenzhou himself is a big shot they need to look up to!

Gu Wenzhou was stunned. He just wanted to take a gamble, but he didn't expect it to work so well.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, nodded politely to the silver-haired elf girl below the arena, and then waited with peace of mind to be teleported back.

Seeing that her employees were about to leave work early, Mu Zhixi added with a wicked sense of humor, "Make sure the old thing inside you is quiet, it's disturbing me."

Gu Wenzhou, who had just relaxed and was waiting to be teleported away, suddenly froze: ?

He turned around in astonishment, but before he could say anything, a flash of white light and he disappeared from the spot.

Meanwhile, by the well, Mu Zhixi had just finished a rose pastry. As a qualified, well-behaved ghost, it was her duty to let the players have such a comfortable time.

Mu Zhixi witnessed Gu Wenzhou's "performance" throughout and nodded with satisfaction. As expected of her, she has excellent taste.

She was worried that no one could smoothly lead her out of the Holy Domain, but now that Gu Wenzhou has arrived, it has saved her a lot of trouble.

Mu Zhixi glanced at the continuously rising faith value, pondering how to continue fooling these players.

"Three punches shattered the Dog King's soul, Your Majesty, I am a citizen of the Sanctuary..."

I will dedicate my life to studying this sentence. (Serious)

[The aloof swordsman: Just a breath, just a fleeting glance. SS+ eerie: I'm dead.]

[ss+: You flatter me too much! You don't need to worry about how I die! I'll find a way myself!]

[Speaking of which, just how many connections does Miss Eileen have? Keep in mind, this draw is made from all acquaintances and friends; what if she draws a weak one?]

No, no, no, what if none of Miss Eileen's connections are weak?

[I won't say. Whether this is due to connections or simply stumbling upon someone's domain, I'll draw my own conclusions!]

[If we're really talking about connections, I think Ms. Erin's connections might even include the organizers! The referees aren't even acting anymore; I even suspect Ms. Erin is the mother of this weird game!]

[Just kidding, my seniority isn't that low!]

As the instigator of all this, Mu Zhixi simply sat on the edge of the well, leisurely eating her second rose pastry, and casually glanced at the faith points that had surged again in the background, feeling quite satisfied.

Hmm, this generation of players is very perceptive; they know to take the initiative to work for her.

After an unknown amount of time, when the players finally recovered from that absurd "verbal battle," the system's cold voice rang out again.

[The next contestant, from the Moonlit Clan, is Moon Dawn.]

Upon hearing this name, everyone's spirits lifted, and their gazes turned to the alluring figure in the dark red dress.

Yuexi has arrived, and she's quite the heavyweight!

However, Yuexi merely lifted her eyelids lazily, showing no intention of getting up. A slight smile played on her red lips as her beautiful eyes turned to the silver-haired elf beside her. "Beautiful Miss Eileen, may I witness your true power?"

[Ding-dong—Contestant 'Moonlight' has used the special item card 'Casting' to designate 'Eileen Moonsong' as her substitute.]

Can you do this?

Players were once again thoroughly amused by these unreasonable rules.

Mu Zhixi wasn't surprised. She stood up and was teleported back to the arena by the beam of light, still looking as if she had no interest in anything.

Anyway, I have enough faith points to spend, so it doesn't hurt to play along with them.

She glanced at the newly generated SS-class stitched giant opposite her, which reeked of decay, and then looked at the Sword Immortal Vest standing not far away, still maintaining his aloof demeanor. Suddenly, she found it somewhat amusing.

She initially designed so many life-saving shield skills for Eileen because she had experienced the Goddess's extremely fragile constitution and was left with psychological trauma. Unexpectedly, they have now become Eileen's strongest weapon for showing off.

Mu Zhixi decided to further increase the difficulty for these players.

She ignored the commotion below the arena and didn't even look at the ugly challenger. Instead, she turned her gaze to the black-clad swordsman beside her.

"Little Mumu, what are you standing there for? Come here."

Eileen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable familiarity and intimacy.

The sword immortal paused noticeably for a moment, though only for a second, but it was still caught by countless eyes. She slowly turned her head, and her eyes, as cold as an eternal pool, fell on Eileen.

"What is it?" His tone remained as cold and aloof as ever.

"Why has my little Mumu become so aloof?" Mu Zhixi, controlling Eileen, sighed with feigned helplessness. "She's becoming more and more like Ranran, not cute at all."

As she spoke, she took out an exquisite white jade plate from the panel storage. On the plate were several dark brown, tire-shaped pastries that looked...unremarkable.

"Come here, call me 'big sister,' and I've brought you some pastries made by Ranran herself!"

"Back then, I was always clinging to you, and you followed right behind me, running around like a little rascal. Now, after just a short time apart, you've become so distant."

These words struck like thunderbolts in the minds of all the players.

Call me "older sister"?! These are pastries Ranran made herself?

Every single word contains enough information to drive historians of all races crazy!

That terrifying sword immortal was once actually a little tagalong following Miss Eileen around.

And the one called "Ranran," if they're not mistaken, should be referring to the supreme goddess of the Holy Realm!

Pastries made by the goddess herself...

All eyes were fixed on the contents of the white jade disc in Eileen's hand.

[This...this is the pastry made by that mysterious lord himself?]

Honestly, I do think this tire does look a bit like a pastry...

[Upstairs, what do you know! This is called returning to simplicity, a divine object, how can we, with our mortal eyes, fathom it? I think these shoes...and pastries, must contain the ultimate truths of the universe, the true meaning of the Great Dao!]

[So that's it! The shape of these pastries, seemingly irregular, actually subtly corresponds to the numbers of the stars in the sky! The goddess sacrificed the appearance of the pastries for such a profound reason—to silently enlighten us…]

But this pastry does look a bit like my great-grandmother's insoles!

[Shut up! You're blaspheming His Majesty, aren't you?! I think you just want a seven-day trip to the Twelve-Star Dungeon!]

Players began to console themselves.

Their aesthetic sense must be flawed! Perhaps in ancient epochal powers of the Holy Domain level, top-tier pastries look like this?