Chapter 14: Chapter 14: Why Does Your Sect Suddenly Have So Many People
"Yo, Da Hu, you logged on so fast."
The player who had just arrived was Ma Xiaoniao. His ID in the group chat was "Stands High, Pisses Far."
The naming conventions of male players were just that simple and unadorned.
When Wu Dahu saw Ma Xiaoniao log in, he walked over and asked, "So? Feel anything different?"
Ma Xiaoniao: "Hell yeah! My eyesight’s even gotten better!"
It was such an obvious change that he noticed it the moment he logged in.
What was even more amazing was that Ma Xiaoniao’s current vision was better than what he had in the real world.
He was actually a little nearsighted in reality.
"This game is too amazing."
No matter how long he’d been online, Wu Dahu still wanted to say those words. He swallowed hard, then said, "Do you think we’ve encountered something miraculous? That we’ve been chosen? No matter how I look at it, this game doesn’t seem fake."
Ma Xiaoniao laughed. "What else could it be if not a game? Are you saying we’ve become the chosen ones of legend? Who ever heard of chosen ones being mass-produced? We just got lucky and snagged a spot in the first wave of the open beta."
Wu Dahu thought about it and figured he was right.
"A moment ago, the system prompted us to find the Sect Master to receive our mental method. It’s the middle of the night, I wonder if the Sect Master is resting."
"Cultivators definitely don’t sleep, right? A lot more people will be logging on soon."
A lot of people in the group chat had the same ninety-minute timer.
Tonight was definitely full of night owls. Ma Xiaoniao had seen that the big shots Jiang Ya and Chen Miaomiao both said they wouldn’t sleep and would log on the first chance they got.
Of course, Song Jiulai wasn’t resting.
In fact, tonight was a crucial moment.
As someone who nominally needed her disciples’ support but was, on the surface, the sole leading lady of the Sect, she needed to maintain her cool factor.
And that cool factor was something one had to create for oneself.
For example, at this moment, under the moonlight, she was already on the rooftop behind the courtyard. She just whispered softly, "I am here."
Her voice, as if enhanced with sound effects, was gentle yet ethereal, and it drifted into Wu Dahu and Ma Xiaoniao’s ears.
When Wu Dahu and Ma Xiaoniao turned their heads, this was the sight that greeted them.
Under the moonlight, the Sect Master, dressed in a long white robe, stood on the rooftop. She reached a hand toward the moon, her fingertips emitting a soft glow. A gentle breeze stirred the hem of her dress and strands of her hair. Her expression seemed to hold a compassion for all living things, tinged with a hint of loneliness.
The bright moonlight cascaded over the Sect Master. At that moment, she was like a true Goddess who had descended to the mortal world.
The immortal aura, the divine presence, the atmosphere.
It was all perfectly in place.
It created a certain contrast with the image she presented during the day, but it was all the more effective for it.
Wu Dahu and Ma Xiaoniao were completely stunned.
At this moment, the image of Song Jiulai was truly seared into their minds.
My goddess is so beautiful!!!
They took back all the trash talk they used to spout when playing other games.
This was the kind of female lead a Cultivation novel should have—aloof, divine, a natural-born Goddess!
How could those character designs from cheap, crappy ads possibly compare?
If they hadn’t filled out that recruitment form, when in their lives would they ever get to enjoy such fine "delicacies"?
What they didn’t know was that Song Jiulai, holding this pose, was frantically asking her system, ’So? Is my angle on point? Is the vibe right?’
System: "Hmm... I don’t quite understand why you insist on striking such an artificial pose."
Song Jiulai: ’What does a system like you know? You’re a wild boar trying to eat fine bran!’
System: "..."
Judging by Wu Dahu and Ma Xiaoniao’s reactions, Song Jiulai had successfully established her cool factor.
After all, they were both gawking in a daze.
And Song Jiulai, seeing Wu Dahu and Ma Xiaoniao, didn’t even turn her head, acting as if she already knew why they had come.
Her gaze suddenly softened, as if she were looking at her own children, and the corners of her mouth curved into a faint smile.
With a wave of her hand, two scroll-like mental methods, glowing softly, flew directly toward Wu Dahu and Ma Xiaoniao’s foreheads.
This was also a basic reward from the system—something that didn’t exist locally on the Yunzhou Continent anyway.
After all, she had seen all sorts of Cultivation Techniques, but this was the first time she had encountered one for Soul Cultivators.
After practicing it herself, she discovered that this mental method didn’t cultivate the body, but first cultivated the soul.
Although her current knowledge was still insufficient to fully understand it, she knew that anything produced by the system had to be good.
After all, Song Jiulai had never seen anything like the Spirit Root Opening Pill in any of the current records on the Yunzhou Continent.
Once the mental method entered their minds, beginners who had just stepped into the Cultivation World would automatically begin to understand it.
But the depth of their understanding would depend on their individual aptitude.
Wu Dahu and Ma Xiaoniao shuddered as they heard Song Jiulai’s words, "You may comprehend it on the spot. After you are finished, you must cultivate diligently."
As soon as she spoke, a system notification followed.
[Ding! Congratulations on formally comprehending the basic Soul Cultivation Heart Method of the Qi Refinement Realm.]
[After you finish comprehending it, please find A Wu to test your Spirit Root talent and claim your personal Spirit Field.]
Wu Dahu and Ma Xiaoniao immediately sat down cross-legged on the spot.
It was a difficult feeling to describe. From the moment the mental method entered their minds, it was as if they instinctively knew it.
The words were unfamiliar, yet they could understand their meaning.
But understanding it was still somewhat difficult. For example, they both found it abstruse and hard, and it immediately reminded them of the nightmare of starting school as a child...
But this was Cultivation!
Who would complain about it being difficult?!
They had to grit their teeth and persevere!
While the two of them began to comprehend the mental method, other players started logging in one after another.
Every single one of them discovered the changes in themselves and couldn’t help but exclaim in amazement.
Words and phrases like "Awesome," "Holy shit," and "So sick" were repeated with extremely high frequency.
All who logged in came to find Song Jiulai to receive their mental method. She had now changed her pose, standing on the rooftop with one hand behind her back, gazing into the distance with a faint trace of worry between her brows.
Under the moonlight, even her profile seemed to be plated in a layer of soft light.
At the very least, the mood and her aura were maxed out.
The moon was being very cooperative tonight.
Song Jiulai heard the players below her fall into a stupor for a couple of seconds each time they arrived.
And then came...
"Holy shit, so pretty."
"This is what a Cultivation heroine should look like!"
"My goddess is so beautiful!! If I’d known, I would have made my character’s face better-looking. Ugh, now I’m even more pissed!"
After receiving the mental method and comprehending it on the spot, the next step was to find A Wu to test their Spirit Roots.
A Wu wasn’t sleeping either. When he saw his junior brothers arrive, he led them to get their Spirit Roots tested.
When Song Jiulai had arrived, she already held the status of the Daughter of Destiny. Therefore, A Wu was slightly suspicious of the current situation, but not overly so. As long as the Sect Master ordered it, his job was to support her.
Testing one’s Spirit Root was very simple. The Spirit Stone was in the middle of that shabby, round platform.
With a gesture from A Wu, the Spirit Stone slowly rose.
They only needed to reach out and touch it to find out what kind of talent they had.
Ma Xiaoniao and Wu Dahu reached out and touched it. Unsurprisingly—white.
A Wu had already informed the two of them that white was the most common talent, so they were already mentally prepared.
There was no surprise and no delight. It seemed the two of them could only hope to pay to win and change their fate later.
Just then, a woman in tight-fitting clothes suddenly flew over, pulled by a flimsy kite. When she landed, the kite automatically disappeared.
Wu Dahu and Ma Xiaoniao could only stare, dumbfounded.
"A Wu, why does your Sect suddenly have so many people?"
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