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In the largest room on the far left.

Niu Kuang was sprawled out on his futon on the floor, letting out a loud yawn. Tie Dan was wandering around the room, looking here and there. Er Mao, on the other hand, lay there calmly on a futon on the floor, seemingly already feeling sleepy.

"Dong dong dong."

A knock came at the door.

Niu Kuang didn't even open his eyes: "Who?"

"Brother Niu, it's us."

The door opened, and four figures filed in.

These were the four solo players who were the last to rush into the magic circle. Their clothes still bore the marks of the previous melee, but their spirits had recovered considerably.

Niu Kuang then opened one eye and glanced at the newcomer.

"What are you doing here?"

The leader was a short-haired young man, the one who had been the most ferocious in the melee. He rubbed his hands together and spoke somewhat embarrassedly.

"Brother Niu, we want to follow you."

Niu Kuang opened his other eye and sat up.

The short-haired youth continued, "Tomorrow's tribal selection involves three tribes. Choosing the same tribe means becoming an ally. We discussed it and decided that following you is the most reliable option."

A tall, thin man behind him chimed in, "Right, we don't really trust Song Chen's group. People with big influence are cunning; what if they don't share the profits with us..."

Another round-faced player chimed in: "As for those two girls—well, they are indeed quite strong, but in terms of raw skill, you're definitely the strongest, Brother Niu."

Clearly, their visit to Niu Kuang was the result of careful consideration, and their objective was clear.

After listening, Niu Kuang stroked his stubble with his large, fan-like hand, and his tiger-like eyes swept over the four men's faces.

Then he grinned, his white teeth gleaming.

"Alright! Since you guys have such good taste..."

He slapped his thigh and said in a booming voice, "From now on, I, Niu Kuang, will protect you all!"

Chapter 188 Choice

The four of them looked delighted.

“However—” Niu Kuang raised a thick index finger, his expression becoming more serious, “you have to listen to me. If I say go east, you can’t go west. Understand?”

The four nodded vigorously.

"I understand! I understand!" "Whatever Brother Niu says goes!"

Tie Dan puffed out his chest, looking quite proud: "That's right! Follow my big brother, and I guarantee you'll live the high life!"

Er Mao kept his eyes closed, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

The short-haired youth pressed his advantage: "Brother Niu, which tribe should we choose tomorrow?"

Niu Kuang stood up and took a few steps around the room.

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, a rare look of serious contemplation appearing on his rugged face.

Three seconds later.

"Bone Clan!"

He patted his chest, his tone resolute.

"Why?" Tie Dan asked curiously.

Niu Kuang waved his hand dismissively: "The Bone Clan sounds impressive! Bones—so tough!"

He clenched his fist and gestured in the air: "What's a rock? I can smash it with one punch! Wood? It's even more brittle! Only bones are the strongest, I'm telling you!"

This logic... Everyone present fell silent for a second.

But then, Tie Dan was the first to respond: "Big Brother is right! The Bone Clan is the strongest!"

The four individuals exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

Anyway, it doesn't matter which one I choose, since I'm following Brother Niu.

Er Mao finally opened his eyes, looked at the group of people in the room, and silently turned his head to the other side.

He looked up at the crooked wooden beam on the ceiling.

The moonlight tonight is so beautiful.

......

Night was falling.

The nights in the Pandonog Valley are moonless, but the strange trees emit a soft, blue-green glow, enveloping the entire settlement in a dreamlike twilight.

Inside the five wooden houses, the eighteen people, each with their own thoughts, gradually quieted down.

Stone Clan, Bone Clan, Wood Clan.

The choices made by the three parties have been initially formed, but no one knows what their "choice method" will be tomorrow.

And more importantly—

In what form will this so-called "competition" take?

The Grand Elder's statement, "The chosen one who performs best will receive the most abundant blessings,"

What kind of benefits will this "blessing" bring?

......

The next morning.

The sunlight seeped through the glowing tree canopies, more punctual than the sun itself, even without it.

The doors of the five wooden houses opened one after another, and eighteen figures gathered in the open space in front of the dwellings.

The three forces are clearly distinct.

On the right, Song Chen and his seven companions stood in neat rows, their positions carefully arranged. Song Chen was in the center, Lin Sen on the side, and the other five were spread out in a semi-circle, exuding the air of elites from a powerful force.

On the left, there are three people, no, seven people.

The four solo players from last night are now standing properly behind Niu Kuang, side by side with Tie Dan and Er Mao.

This change was naturally noticed by everyone.

Song Chen's gaze lingered on the four people for half a second before shifting away.

waste.

Those two words flashed through his mind, but his expression remained unchanged. Four level sixteen or seventeen independent cultivators were dispensable to him. But the fact that these people had chosen a brute first made him somewhat uncomfortable.

Murong Jiao glanced in that direction, said "Oh," and then looked away.

She wasn't interested in a few strangers, and bringing them in might pose risks. There was no need.

She cares more about the state of her team.

"Fang Xu, haven't you washed your face yet?"

"Huh? I washed it!" Fang Xu subconsciously touched his face, and his palm touched a dried saliva mark.

"... "

"...

Murong Jiao turned her face away in disgust, not wanting to look at him anymore.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds.

Niu Kuang was the first to break the silence, his loud voice particularly jarring in the morning air.

"Hey! Which tribe are you all planning to choose?"

He crossed his arms and glanced between Song Chen and Murong Jiao, exuding an imposing aura.

"I'm going to choose the Bone Clan! Don't you dare try to take it from me!"

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible smile flickered in Song Chen's eyes.

Fool.

The Stone Clan is likely the only truly valuable option. This brute chose the Bone Clan, essentially giving up the biggest piece of the pie.

Song Chen composed herself and turned towards the Murong sisters.

He straightened his collar, put on a carefully crafted smile that was neither overly enthusiastic nor overly friendly, and took two steps closer.

"Ah Jiao, Ah Sha, which tribe do you plan to choose?"

The moment the address was uttered, Murong Jiao's eyebrows shot up.

She opened her mouth, about to fire a shot—

"Captain Song."

Murong Sha's voice rang out first.

Not demanding, not in a hurry, even with a touch of politeness. But every word carries an undeniable resistance and distance, leaving you with absolutely no opportunity to take advantage.

"We don't know you well, please don't address us like that."

There were no explanations, no subtle preambles; it was direct and clean.

Song Chen's smile froze for a moment.

Compared to Murong Jiao's way of arguing, which sounds like a little girl throwing a tantrum, Murong Sha's calm and emotionless rejection is much more effective.

Because you can't even find any opening to continue the conversation.

"......Excuse me."

Song Chen quickly recovered and smiled naturally: "I tend to admire outstanding and promising people, so I tend to be very outgoing. Of course, it might seem a bit presumptuous and abrupt. If you two don't like it, I won't address you that way."

He paused for a moment, then changed the subject: "Also, we plan to choose the Stone Clan. What about you two?"

Murong Jiao spoke before her sister could, her voice clear and crisp: "That's perfect, let's choose the Wood Clan."