I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players-Chapter 655 - 141: To Save the World!

Capital City.

The ground is covered in vibrant and beautiful Soul Three Flowers.

On this significant day, the restaurants in the vicinity are bustling with guests who watch the battlefield screen projected by Magical Artifacts, witnessing the most critical battle erupting in the Nine-State.

At this moment.

The streets outside are bustling with people.

An elderly man wearing an ancient robe carries a fishing rod, strolling through the lively streets of the Capital City, listening intently to the passionate storytelling from the storyteller in the restaurant.

"The Emperor has already ordered the Nine-State to enter the highest level of war alert and commanded the Sun Moon, the most powerful Immortal Artifact from the Tenth Continent’s Nursery, to go to the frontlines for support personally!"

"The Dragon Race, the White Tiger, and even our Human Race are joining forces to besiege the ancient sealed Ancestral Demon King, and there has been new progress in attacking it!"

"We have ushered in the era of the Immortal Path, and our civilization’s Firewood King, hailed as the most knowledgeable Emperor in history, the most dazzling new star of the Immortal Path, the Saint of the Xin Dynasty, has personally declared that he doesn’t need Xian’s cooperation; he will personally defeat Xian at his peak!!"

With the cheers from the restaurant, the storyteller shouted:

"Let us raise our glasses to cheer for the greatest Emperor of the Immortal Path era!!"

Through the screen projected by the Immortal Artifact, the storyteller in the restaurant temporarily takes on the role of host for this passionate speech.

The old man with the fishing rod watched these speeches and scratched his messy hair like a bird’s nest, saying, "This is exaggerated, isn’t it? The White Tiger was defeated in seconds; they have no idea what this means—a despair, fear, and agony from over a million years ago is about to reign over this land again."

A voice came from nearby.

"I also think their faces will soon be swollen, don’t you think so, Mr. Phoenix-tailed Fish?"

The old man turned to look, recognizing the beautiful woman from Yesterday’s Forest, holding a cute little girl in her arms.

"Oh, it’s you." The old man, called Phoenix-tailed Fish, scratched his messy hair again.

"It’s me." The beautiful woman said, "Why do you always carry your fishing rod? How come you always fish one fish?"

"First, I am not a fish; I am a hybrid of human, fish, and phoenix. Secondly, I am fishing for people."

The old man with the fishing rod is the leader of the Ghost King lineage behind the Nursery, known as the neutral tomb, who lived quietly in the Peach Blossom Immortal Realm.

If it weren’t for the drastic changes in the times, he truly wouldn’t want to go out into the world.

"What do you think of this guy?" The beautiful woman pointed at the projection from the restaurant, showcasing Xian fighting.

"Heh heh." The old man with the fishing rod laughed and said, "I think the era has been silent for too long. That individual resurfacing is enough to stir the world into chaos.

All these years, clearing out pseudo-humans from the Emperor’s Tomb and combating ancient humans in the forbidden zones...

The Human Race claims to have removed obstacles to history’s progress, but these have been localized racial wars initiated by the Human Race.

Whether they are tomb pseudo-humans or forbidden zone deceased ones, they are considered humans to outsiders... When all the world’s powers and discourse are concentrated in the hands of the Human Race, their arrogance and dominance itself are the greatest hindrances to history, wouldn’t you say?"

The beautiful woman bought a string of candied haws for the little girl she held and said coldly, "Very reasonable, but I am not talking about these so-called meanings, backgrounds, profound impacts... I mean, how does Xian possess awareness despite going mad?"

"How would I know?"

Mr. Phoenix-tailed Fish shook his fishing rod with a helpless look, "We couldn’t understand Xian back then... and we are no longer who we once were."

"We are just empty shells left behind from ancient times; the self-awareness generated from prehistoric writings from back then—who experienced that battle were not us ourselves... We are merely the new consciousness born on their corpses millions of years later."

They would never forget the scene they saw in their previous lives.

The entire world was plunged into unprecedented horror—for countless land animals, plants, fish, and birds were relentlessly hunted by "Immortal Corpses" or what are now known as ghosts who died and revived.

The planet was full of bizarre creatures; tribes were obliterated, the earth was torn apart, and innumerable living beings were devoured alive by terrifying Ghost Disasters, they nearly exterminated all life on earth.

Over a hundred thousand years of civilization and tribal history ended at that moment, resulting in unprecedented evolutionary turmoil.

When the world became a hell, almost devoid of life, the awakened Ghost Kings finally realized they needed a solution.

They built the high-altitude Nursery to isolate the horrific Xian below and attempted to awaken him.

Every time she recalled that terrifying figure who ended civilizations, the beautiful woman’s body couldn’t help but tremble with fear from deep within.

"It truly was a dreadful era." The old man with the fishing rod smiled.

A deep sorrow flashed in the beautiful woman’s eyes,

"Now, as long as we remain in the Nursery, we are safe. We have verified countless times.... Even Xian, aggregated to the extreme, cannot jump onto these lands above the countless clouds."

The old man with the fishing rod smiled faintly:

"Redoing everything might be good, the world needs to flip the tables again. The world shouldn’t be ruled by the Human Race... I’m somewhat anticipating what new powerful species might emerge from mutual devouring and merging in a new biological explosion."

Just as those two historical remnants were getting lost and reminiscing about the past sorrows once more.

Another passionate and fervent voice rang from afar—from the restaurant:

"Everyone!!! Not only has our great Firewood Emperor expressed his intention to defeat the ancient Demon King, but also Xirong Manor Master, fresh off from sweeping the Dragon Tomb, announced he would return to the battlefield!"

"Ximen City leader Sword Fairy explained that they need some assistance before doing so."

"To save the world, young heroes, talents, and prodigies are urged to contribute at Ximen City! Worship the Xirong Statue, pierce your finger to offer your bubble, present your blessings! Let us cheer for such passionate and brave heroes among the Human Race."

Sword Fairy seized this opportunity to continue her persuasive efforts.

+1 million.

+1 million.

...

Clearly, saving the world brought heroes back to the part of the cycle that demands reciprocity.

The two frown, not interested in Ximen City’s affairs since it’s already a routine to have people prick bubbles and offer themselves—merely speculating it’s related to some Divine Techniques.

Yet, the old man with the fishing rod frowned, watching the projected battle scene.

"Why do I feel, Xian... has gotten stronger?" Nearby, a passerby’s voice echoed.

"This isn’t good, I feel like Xian is stronger; I must use the Teleportation Array to assist the legendary Xirong Manor Master."

"Many have already gone."

"Wait, Xian has gotten stronger again, but no need to rush, we will make Xirong Manor Master stronger."

The street was full of conversations for the sake of saving the world, with intense and fiery eyes looking on, preparing to go to the Teleportation Array heading to Ximen City.