In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park

Where are they?

Have they vanished when taking a shit?

Oops~...

Cultivators don't poop.

Whelp, those who searched for them scratched their heads like monkeys, wondering how in the hell they vanished.

Or is that someone… some bastard had gotten to them first?

If so, then who?

The Alchemy Association? The Moroder Organization?

The Eyes of Sphinx Association?

The Deadly Nataraja Order?

The Heavenly Tavon Ranking Association?

The 4 Big Sects?

The Royals themselves?

The dark forces brooding in the shadows?

They could go on and on to name so many deadly orders, clans and associations gathered in the Capital.

But that would take a day's work.

Just who is it? Who is it that decided to play a flute in their Harp concert?

Who was trying to soil their soul with rotten food?

Several people wanted to go but soon discovered people from other associations in the dark also looking for these Profound Sect people.

So you too had the same results? Sorcery?

(-_-)

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Many bit their lips bitterly, knowing they would have an earful and even a broken rib once they reported the matter of someone getting to their targets first.

Alas...it's never easy being a spy scout, or owned killer.

Who owns them? The people they work for.

1, 2, 3…

Vanish.

The space regained its original presence, with no one living thing in sight.

As for where these Profound Sect Members went to, of course, they were back in the Carriage!

(^∆^)

Don't forget that this onion-looking carriage was the grand flying boat transformed.

So why stay in that measly inn space when they can sleep in the carriage, wake up and enter the many heavenly realms in here?

It was funny that these Yanging people were looking at them like country bumkins who had never seen the world.

Hey placed them on the 25th floor, which was just an average floor to host people from an influential Tah Province Sect.

Still, they had to admit that the 25th floor was slightly better than what they were used to in the Tah province before Boss Chu's arrival.

"Boss Chu, are you serious?"

Everyone stared at Boss Chu with large sparkling eyes that looked like they wanted to swallow him.

If not for the fear of Boss Chu thinking they were attracted to his handsomeness, they would have long to rush you to him and kiss him fiercely on the face.

Damn.

What sort of opportunity was this?

Even Ancestor Myu found his lips quivering with a gasped mouth.

Wow!

He felt young again!

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"Boss Chu, please...can you repeat that?"

Chu Che had black lines on his face when he saw how close everyone was to him.

They wouldn't have gone crazy by the news, right?

"Well, yes…" Chu Che coughed, distancing himself from them again. "From now till the final competition, if entering the world of <Dark Souls> or <Resident Evil>, your daily portal time can be extended for an additional 2 hours."

Meaning, they can continue for more than 6 hours?

This… This…

"I call dibs on portal 12!"

"Dibs, my foot! It's a first come first serve matter here, boy!!"

"Dammit! Can you all not be so shameless? Haven't you heard the expression <lady's first?>"

"Bah! When it's convenient, it's lady's first. Why didn't I hear you say that when I was used as a guinea pig in the realm Sandovia? Do you know how much torture I went through with Blacksmith Jack, the Cat Mayor's illegitimate son?"

"_"

Before Chu Che could finish talking, many had vanished like the wind, jumping towards the computers they called portals to the Heavenly realm.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

This was a one-in-a-million opportunity.

Boss Chu, never… never ever, ever, ever NEVER increases their daily time spent using the computer Portal.

No matter how many coins or beats cores they bring over time, he seems oblivious to wealth, never even thinking about it for a second.

Damn.

2 more hours of portal time, and you think they won't jump to the skies?

The way they looked at Boss Chu was the same way an overly obedient dog on a leash stared at its owner.

Who is their Father? Boss Chu!

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Many were quick to grab spots, but Ancestor Myu, Sect Master Leisho and a few other elders stared at Boss Chu thoughtfully.

They weren't fools.

Over the years, especially this year, many evil forces have plagued the Tah province over and over again.

They seemed to spring up from nowhere like daisies.

Ancestor Myu thoughtfully ran his hands through his beard, "Boss Chu… the contrition for additional daily portal time, is only if we are entering the realm of Dark Souls or Resident Evil, yes?"

Chu Che nodded, "For any other portal (games), it's 6 hours, as usual."

Oh?~

They looked at each other tactfully before turning their attention to Chu Che once more.

"Boss Chu, is there something you know?"

"Yes, Boss Chu. Is there some greater evil afoot that we are unaware of?"

The worry and panic in their voices and faces couldn't be masked.

What do Dark Souls and Resident Evil have in common?

The dead rising once more.

They, Profound Sect elders, have fought so many evil factions to understand the seriousness of any attacks these factions typically cause.

Don't forget that barely a week before they arrived at Wenji Town, they had just returned from a group battle where all sects joined forces to eradicate a large stream of evil cultivators using corpse bones as soldiers.

They won, but not without losses.

So… so… could it be that danger was now in Yanging? Or worse, waiting for them back in the Tah Province?

[Host, they are so smart. Look, they've already figured it out just by analyzing your little actions.]

'Yes, it's all part of my genius plan to slowly let them in. After all, how can they be able to analyze it all if I didn't release some water here and there for them to catch?"

[...]

"In short, if not for my awesomeness, they will have no chance of getting it."

[...] The system.