To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 540 - 314 Good People Deserve Good Rewards (Three More) _1

Chapter 540: Chapter 314 Good People Deserve Good Rewards (Three More) _1

Xiemen Waidao had plenty of experience with passing through teleportation portals.

So, when the surrounding elements were shifting, and the pitch-black space seemed about to crush him, he didn’t panic at all. Instead, he continuously anticipated what he would encounter next.

When the environment finally stabilized, he realized he had landed in another room.

The room’s decoration was quite luxurious, a man in red clothing sat on a long bench in front of him, looking down at him with a rather arrogant attitude.

The air was filled with a strange fragrance, sweet and cloying, inducing a drowsy feeling.

About a dozen magic artifacts were scattered around Xiemen Waidao, but these artifacts were now void of spiritual energy, seeming to have lost all their uniqueness.

Although Xiemen Waidao wasn’t particularly fond of farming, in order to keep up with Mukuai 1234’s pace, he had diligently practiced meditation for a while. Thus, his eye for quality was pretty good, and he could tell that the levels of these artifacts were not very high.

“Work at Sunrise” did not have a level classification, because levels would make players overly pursue power and lose sight of the game’s original intent.

However, players had their own standard for measuring strength, and that was the Spiritual Energy Level.

The computation of this level was somewhat complex, it was only known that those of the same Spiritual Energy Level could combat each other effectively, a difference of one level would typically result in retreat, and with a two-level gap, one could only be instantly defeated.

Unless one was a genius, this standard was generally quite accurate.

Within the Immortal Village, everyone lived in peace, and this level was basically auxiliary. He hadn’t expected it to come in handy here.

With a rub over his eyes, Xiemen Waidao activated a spell developed by a player.

This spell allowed players to see the Spiritual Energy Levels of surrounding objects, better assessing the situation and the value of items.

Having just used it, Xiemen Waidao saw numbers emerge above the nearby spiritually charged items, indicating the different Spiritual Energy Levels of each item.

His own Spiritual Energy Level was only eleven, but overall, the levels in this scene were not high. Most were a five or six, none breaking ten.

Noticing Xiemen Waidao looking around as soon as he arrived, the red-clothed man sitting in the chair clearly showed displeasure. Nevertheless, he coughed and said to Xiemen Waidao, “Excuse me, are you a Cultivator?”

“Yes, and who might you be?” Xiemen Waidao asked curiously.

“How insolent!” A man clad in armor beside the red-clothed man shouted sharply.

His spear aimed at Xiemen Waidao, its tip gleaming dangerously and looking exceedingly sharp.

The armored man’s Spiritual Energy Level was only seven, but the energy levels of his armor and spear were both nine, which were considered reasonably good items among the players.

The weapon in his hand filled the armored man with infinite courage, making him gaze at Xiemen Waidao and yell, “How dare you speak to the royal family in such a manner? Even if you’re a Cultivator, such disrespect is intolerable! Kneel and admit your fault immediately!”

“Ah, do not be impolite; after all, he is a Cultivator.”

The person referred to as ‘royal family’ seemed to advise the armored man, but didn’t insist on him lowering his weapon, indicating he didn’t find anything amiss with his actions.

Watching the two playing good cop, bad cop, Xiemen Waidao narrowed his eyes.

Putting on a show for me, eh?

Do I look like I can be bullied?

Just learned a new spell!

With a palm strike, the armored man’s armor was blown away by Xiemen Waidao’s gust, revealing his robust muscles beneath.

Another palm strike, and the clothes of the royal family sitting on the bench were also blown away, leaving him utterly astounded.

Instantly, the room fell silent, and the people stared blankly at Xiemen Waidao, not understanding why the Cultivator was so irascible.

Is it that big of a deal to bow your head?

However, Xiemen Waidao didn’t bother with what they were thinking and simply sat down cross-legged, looking at the royal family and asking, “What do you want from me?”

Noticing that this Cultivator was different, the royal family no longer dared to act haughtily.

After all, even his personal guard had been disarmed with a single palm strike. Even though he was the emperor, against him, it would just take one palm strike as well.

So, he put on a flattering smile, and with a shameless face, he said, “Esteemed Cultivator, I am…”

“Cut the crap. I never liked those overly long narratives. Just state your demands and the rewards clearly,” Xiemen Waidao interjected.

The royal family was so annoyed his teeth itched, but daunted by the Cultivator’s extraordinary demeanor, he could only explain with restrained anger.

After hearing the explanation, Xiemen Waidao understood quite a bit.

The recently clothed man in red robes was the emperor of this place. Since discovering that Immortals from another world could be summoned through an array, they would call upon them whenever there was an issue.

Sometimes they requested items from that world, and other times they asked Cultivators to descend in person to help solve problems, and each time the summonings were successful.

Initially, the people here had a lot of respect for Cultivators. Upon their arrival, they would offer various gifts.

However, after a few times, they realized there was a significant problem with these Cultivators.

They were just too nice.

“They deliver items without seeking a reward, and when they come, they work tirelessly until the problem is solved before leaving and returning to their original place,”

Even if they’re criticized, they just laugh it off with good humor; they seem utterly oblivious to what it means to be angry.

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Noticing that these people seem incapable of getting angry no matter what, the emperor who summoned them began to take them for granted.

The gifts became shoddier with each offering until they eventually stopped preparing them altogether.

Their attitude grew worse with each encounter; eventually, the Cultivators who came here were treated like slaves, to be summoned and dismissed at will, with none of the courtesy they received in the past.

After figuring out the problems here, Xiemen Waidao was even more displeased.

He knew not to bully the honest folk; after all, honest people work hard, and it didn’t seem right to mistreat them this way.

But lo and behold, you had the gall to exploit the honest to the bone, did you?

Honest folk are supposed to just do your odd jobs for you?

Squinting his eyes at the man in the red robe, Xiemen Waidao cracked a sinister smile and said, “Well then, I get it. What do you want me to do?”

The emperor, finally relieved to see that Xiemen Waidao was amenable to discussion, now in a changed robe, said to him, “Recently, there’s been a buildup in the riverbed, so we need someone to clear it, otherwise, it’s going to affect the livelihood of the surrounding populace.”

“If it’s affecting people, why don’t you spend some money to have it cleared? What do you need me for?”

The emperor, taken aback, hesitated before replying, “As you said, wouldn’t that require spending money?”

Perhaps it was because previous Cultivators were too good-natured that such words could be brazenly spoken, revealing just what kind of treatment they used to endure here.

Hearing the emperor’s words, Xiemen Waidao realized that when it came to shamelessness, he was no match for the emperor.

It seems that he truly was one of the good guys.

Waving his hand impatiently, he said, “Anything else?”

“Recently, we’ve been running low on food supplies, and would appreciate your assistance in resolving this issue…”

“A substantial amount of silver has gone missing from the national treasury, could you perhaps think of a solution…”

“Bandits are running rampant, and we would like you to eradicate them…”

“I’ve just run out of medicinal pills; if you could provide a few…”

“Also, there’s…”

Listening to the list of requests, Xiemen Waidao realized they didn’t see him as human at all; the work they wanted would keep him busy for more than a decade.

Interrupting the emperor, Xiemen Waidao asked, “Let’s deal with this one thing at a time. But before I do anything, what can you give me?”

Once again stunned, the emperor incredulously replied, “You, a Cultivator, should prioritize the well-being of the people. How can you have the audacity to ask for things? Doing free work for us is your blessing; we’ve given you the chance to save the people, why don’t you cherish it?”

With a slap that sent the emperor tumbling to the ground, followed by a swift kick to his face, Xiemen Waidao spat disdainfully, uninterested in listening to his blather.

Ignoring the eunuchs who came running to the emperor’s rescue, Xiemen Waidao began to pillage the place.

He took anything with Spiritual Energy, as he had his own Qiankun Bag; its contents would not be lost upon death, and it had a considerable size, capable of storing plenty of valuable items.

These items could be brought back for players interested in Artifact Refining to recycle, with the contained Spiritual Energy being a fine natural currency—in a sense, making the trip not entirely in vain.

After sweeping the area clean of all usable items, Xiemen Waidao had initially planned to return directly, but realizing his actions were akin to those of a bandit, he thought it proper to do something to cover his tracks.

Therefore, recalling the tasks he was asked to perform, he drew his Flying Sword and with one strike, cut down a swath of miscellaneous trees inside the palace.

Looking at his handiwork, Xiemen Waidao was pleased and said, “There, I’ve pruned your garden for you, no need to thank me. The stuff from before can be considered payment; I’m off.”

The emperor had by then emerged, wrapped in his robe, gaping at the chaos that was once his dwelling, nearly choking on his own blood.

Xiemen Waidao’s pillaging had been brutally efficient, taking whatever caught his eye without regard to whether it was of use or not.

It made the place look as though it had been ransacked—all of the carefully collected treasures now filled Xiemen Waidao’s collection.

Looking at the devastation before him, the emperor pointed at Xiemen Waidao, his forefinger trembling, eventually managing through clenched teeth to say, “How are your actions any different from those of a Xiemen Waidao?”

Xiemen Waidao, surprised, asked, “How did you know my name?”

“You…”

Moving forward, Xiemen Waidao slapped the emperor again, stating forcefully, “Helping you out was a courtesy, and if I weren’t a righteous person, I would have made you pay dearly. Remember for next time, come to us only with important matters; solve everything else on your own. Don’t expect Cultivators to handle everything, take care of your own business.”

After giving a stern lesson to the emperor, Xiemen Waidao stepped into the Teleportation Array and then returned to the other side.

Seeing Xiemen Waidao return in just an hour, Taoist Chankong asked in astonishment, “How come you’re back so soon? Is everything sorted over there? Do they need anything else? If so, I can send someone else over.”

Gazing at the perennially nice guy before him, Xiemen Waidao, with a deadpan expression, said solemnly, “Sect Leader, I need to teach you a lesson.”

“A lesson in what?” Taoist Chankong asked, puzzled.

“Being kind comes with its own rewards!”