The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop

Chapter 225: Chapter 5: This Is a Game

Leng Yanhua finally stopped his endless chatter, and the two of them stepped into the graveyard one after the other. One must admit that the scenes in this game are truly realistic and exquisite; the stench in the air makes people instinctively pinch their noses, with the cries of crows and faint sobbing sending chills down one’s spine, causing one to entirely forget they’re inside a game.

The area on the map labeled as the Chaotic Burial Mound is unexpectedly twice the size of Tianhe Town, as there are two challenge dungeons—Skeleton Maid and Night Wanderer Burial Mound—located here. Thus, many players are extricating demons here to obtain Immortal Law and challenge the dungeons. Along the way, various Immortal Laws greet the freshly spawned ghosts, who utter a miserable cry and vanish without a trace.

Tianmiao didn’t linger for long in the dungeon where monsters gather in the first part, instead directly leading Leng Yanhua deeper into the Chaotic Burial Mound.

Gradually, there were fewer players on both sides, and scattered mounds of graves surrounded a hill of earth. It seemed to be a large tomb, but the entrance to the tomb tunnel had already been opened, shrouded in darkness through which nothing could be seen, emitting a chilling breeze. On the west side of the hill, there was a patch of forest but it was all withered, devoid of vitality.

Not far from the woods, there were more than a dozen players in the same sect’s daoist robe, surrounding a beam of light, discussing something.

Then, from where the crowd was gathered, came a cry of agony, followed by the simultaneous laughter of a dozen or so players, among whom one raised his bloodied sword with great pride.

”Oh! Brother Wang has such great swordsmanship! I wonder what move you will use next time? We haven’t learned the Twenty Swords of Revelation yet, but today, we have witnessed great skill!” A disciple fawned over the player holding the sword, and the others joined in agreement.

”Hahaha! Today, I’ll seize this opportunity to demonstrate for you the first fifteen moves of the Twenty Swords of Revelation on this little thing, watch carefully now, there are seven more moves left!” Wang Burin, whose ID is that of a cultivator, was exceedingly pleased with this kind of flattery, his eyebrows almost reaching the heavens.

At this moment, amid the crowd, a ghostly blue light flashed, and Wang Burin shouted, ”Haha, it’s here! Clear the way for me!”

The crowd followed orders to clear a space. Tianmiao could now see clearly—it was a refreshing green-faced imp, only the size of a six or seven-year-old child, with a blue face and black body, huddled at the spawn point, covering its head, whimpering as if pleading or crying.

Wang Burin bellowed, ”Heavenly Yang Flying Swallow!” Instantly, the Immortal Sword in his hand transformed into seven beams of sword light, penetrating the trembling green-faced imp, pinning it to the ground. Two of the swords pierced through its head and chest cavity, causing it to twitch painfully for a moment before disappearing from the spot, with fresh blood splashing all over Wang Burin, making him appear particularly terrifying.

”Bravo! Marvelous swordsmanship!” The crowd cheered again.

Another ghostly blue light emerged, and the green-faced imp appeared again at the spot where it was killed. This time, it was even more frightened, trembling uncontrollably, bowing repeatedly while muttering something indecipherable, likely words of begging for mercy.

Wang Burin’s eyes glazed with bloodthirsty madness, he licked the corner of his mouth and unleashed another quick set of sword strikes. This time, he dismembered the green-faced imp’s limbs before severing its head.

As the crowd cheered once more, the imp reappeared again, dying swiftly and refreshing even quicker. Unlike other minor monsters, this green-faced imp seemed to have memory, as despite being extremely fearful of Wang Burin, it couldn’t leave its spawn point because it was an NPC.