Only I Have the Law: A Realistic Cultivation Game

Xu Zhiyi spent the entire afternoon in the equipment area, learning the procedures and how to use various instruments from Lin Wei. By the time she finished, it was almost 5 p.m.

He said goodbye to Lin Wei, took a shower in the changing room, changed back into his own clothes, and walked towards the nearest subway station with his backpack.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The commercial street was exceptionally lively.

The shops on both sides of the street were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and festive music was playing. Many people were out shopping with their families, creating a strong festive atmosphere.

Xu Zhiyi walked through the crowd, her steps becoming lighter.

In the morning, he was still worried about money.

However, good news came in the afternoon.

Starting tomorrow, he will have a relatively formal job.

Although it's still a temporary job, with a daily wage of 400 yuan, even if you only work two days a week, you can still earn more than 3,000 yuan a month.

In addition, the revenue from short video platforms is increasing, which is enough to support his own life and his grandmother's medical expenses.

Moreover, that cultivation game occasionally rewards players with silver coins.

Exchanging it for money would also be a very considerable income.

Just as they were making plans, a loud commotion suddenly erupted from ahead.

Xu Zhiyi looked up and saw a crowd gathered in the open-air playground in front of the large shopping mall, shouting things like "refund" and "give us an explanation."

He peeked through the crowd and saw that what was surrounded in the middle of the crowd was a makeshift darts stall, with colorful balloons of all sizes hanging from a black foam board.

There was another table next to it, on which were displayed all kinds of dolls, figurines, appliances and electronic products as prizes. It looked dazzling and you couldn't help but take a look when you passed by.

The argument was between the stall owner and several young people dressed in strange costumes, some wearing Hanfu and others cosplaying anime characters, with exaggerated makeup and carrying custom-made props, making them stand out in the crowd.

One of the tall figures, dressed in a red collared white shirt and a navy blue horse-face skirt, looked very familiar. Xu Zhiyi glanced at her again and realized that it was Tang Qingxi, who had stolen his steamed bun that morning.

She was also the one who argued the most fiercely with the stall owner.

From a distance, Xu Zhiyi saw her with one hand on her hip and the other holding a few cheap plastic items, glaring at the stall owner and saying, "Boss, you're ripping us off! We bought three hundred yuan worth of darts, and all we got were a few keychains?"

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a thin, long face, triangular eyes, wearing a wrinkled polo shirt, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking every bit the sly old fox.

He stood behind the stall, holding a thermos, and took a leisurely sip of water. "I have a clear price list here, ten yuan per dart. All the prize numbers are inside the balloons. What you win depends entirely on your skill."

"You guys were unlucky; you missed the valuable prizes and only hit cheap stuff. How can you blame me? If everyone acted like you, how would I keep my business?"

"We're just unlucky?" Tang Qingxi was furious, pointing at the balloons. "Even if we're unlucky, with thirty darts, we should at least hit one or two valuable ones, right?"

"How would I know?" The stall owner spread his hands, looking completely innocent. "Everyone else managed to hit the good ones. Before you came, there was even a kid who hit a children's watch."

"I think you tampered with it!" shouted a boy dressed as a ninja. "I clearly hit that golden balloon at the top, but it didn't pop! There's definitely something wrong with that balloon!"

The stall owner's face darkened, and he stared at the boy with a sinister look. "Young man, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! I've been setting up my stall here for three years, and many children often play here, and no one has ever said there's anything wrong with my balloons!"

You call yourselves college students? You're not even as good as kids!

If you can't handle the game, then don't play at all. What kind of person are you to slander others like this?

"Who...who...who slandered you?"

The boy's face turned bright red, and he began to stammer.

I don't know if it was anger or embarrassment.

Tang Qingxi was clearly quite angry. Her eyebrows were raised, her hands were on her hips, her high chest heaved, and her eyes were wide open as she stared straight at the stall owner.

"Since you say there's nothing wrong with the balloon, would you dare let me check it?"

"That's ridiculous! Why should I let you inspect my stall?" The stall owner seemed to have gotten angry too, sneering repeatedly. "Who do you think you are? You think you can just inspect my stall whenever you want? Who knows if you're trying to frame me?"

"Tsk tsk, these college students nowadays, their manners are worse than elementary school students..." A lean man in his thirties in the crowd clicked his tongue and spoke up in support of the stall owner.

"Yeah, this guy's been running his stall here for years, and I've never seen anyone cause trouble," a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties chimed in. "These college students are interesting, though; they're dressed like monsters..."

Who are you talking about?

A girl dressed as a shrine maiden, cosplaying as Kikyo, standing next to Tang Qingxi, blushed with anger. "What we wear is our freedom, what's it to you?"

The argument escalated, attracting a larger crowd to watch the spectacle.

Xu Zhiyi frowned slightly.

He noticed that the two people who spoke up for the stall owner had one thing in common: their skin was dark and reddish-brown from prolonged sun exposure.

The stall owner was the same.

This suggests that they are likely in cahoots with the stall owner.

They're shills for the stall owners!

Xu Zhiyi has also encountered some street scams while doing odd jobs over the past few years.

For example, when setting up a chess endgame stall, it may seem that the red side only needs a few moves to checkmate the black side, but in reality, there are hidden traps in every move. If an amateur makes a move rashly, they will inevitably fall into the trap and lose money.

To lure people into the game, the perpetrators will deliberately use large sums of money to attract attention, making onlookers feel that they can "get a bargain," and then let the shills win money in public, arousing the greed of passersby and enticing them to place bets.

When passersby can't resist joining in, they'll find that the situation is completely different from what they expected!

This darts stall uses the same method.

Among the prizes they displayed on the table were the latest Nintendo Switch game console, with a market price of around 3 yuan, as well as other high-value prizes such as a robot vacuum cleaner and a smart speaker.

If the balloons hadn't been tampered with, these big prizes would have been won long ago.

Just then, that familiar translucent blue panel popped up in the center of his field of vision:

[Detection indicates that members of the Thousand Gates sect are setting up a scheme in the bustling city to deceive and swindle people out of their money. Thousand Gates disciples are skilled in deception and often work together to set up schemes for profit; their methods are covert and difficult for ordinary people to detect.]

[The current map quest is now issued: Players are requested to uphold justice and severely punish the disciples of the Thousand Sects.]

[Task Rewards: 800 Experience Points, 5 Silver Coins]

……

Disciple of the Thousand Schools?

Xu Zhiyi looked at the stall owner with a roguish expression, and her lips twitched involuntarily.

This game really does give him a glamorous reputation.

The reward, however, is quite good.

After leveling up, he only gets 5 experience points for hunting a rat.

800 experience points are enough for him to kill 160 rats!

Moreover, there were also 5 taels of silver.

This is real money!

Without much hesitation, Xu Zhiyi squeezed through the crowd and came to Tang Qingxi's side.

"Sister Tang."

Tang Qingxi was confronting the stall owner when she heard the voice and turned around. She was startled to see Xu Zhiyi: "Little Brother Xu? What are you doing here?"

"Just passing by," Xu Zhiyi replied casually, her gaze sweeping over the stall owner. "What's going on? Why are they arguing?"

"It's no big deal, so don't get involved."

As Tang Qingxi spoke, she pulled him aside.

She tiptoed slightly, her rosy lips close to his ear, her warm breath brushing gently against his skin as she spoke. "That boss is a liar! He tampered with the balloons; the darts couldn't even hit them! We were all out of our minds, tricked into buying over three hundred yuan worth of darts, and all we won were cheap stuff, not even a decent prize."

"Sigh, forget it. Don't get involved in this. Go home. Oh, and whatever you do when you get home, don't tell my parents about this, or you'll be in big trouble!"

Before she could finish speaking, the stall owner sneered, "What, you've brought a helper? I advise you all to leave now and not delay my business!"

Some people in the crowd joined in the commotion.

"These days, college students are getting worse and worse. If they can't handle it, they shouldn't participate. Why bring their classmates along? Are they trying to ruin the whole thing?"

"Look at these college students, dressed like that, they're obviously not serious... They're just taking advantage of their numbers, they can't stand losing so they cause trouble, their manners are appalling!"

"You're the ones lying!"

Tang Qingxi and her companions were so angry that their faces turned red, especially the boy who was cosplaying as a ninja, whose fists were clenched, but he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Xu Zhiyi ignored the mockery and walked straight to the stall. She glanced at the dazzling array of prizes, making sure they were all unopened, genuine, and brand new, before looking up at the stall owner: "Boss, does each balloon correspond to one of the prizes on your stall?"

"That's right!" The stall owner squinted his triangular eyes and looked at Xu Zhiyi with ill intent. "The number of each prize is hidden inside a balloon. As long as you pop the balloon, you can redeem the prize according to the number."

"What, you want to try it too?"