Videogame: I Began With Top-tier Luck-Chapter 145 - 145 Confusion

145 Confusion

Fatty and the others did not refute Lin Shuang’s words.

They knew that five years seemed to be a long time, but for them, wanting to catch up to the development of the God Clan for hundreds of millions of years in five years was undoubtedly a fool’s dream.

However, for the sake of the human race, for their relatives and friends, they had no choice but to squeeze out all their time.

They would do their best to increase their strength and increase the strength of the promising seedlings they liked. Only then could they increase their strength infinitely in a limited period of time.

Just like their ancestors, in the face of external pressure, no matter how difficult the conditions were, they relied on the efforts of countless people. What seemed impossible to outsiders was forcefully done. Moreover, they did it better than outsiders and completed it faster.

Then, Lin Shuang and the others began to fan the Dark Moon Griffin Wings. They each chose a direction to find a good seedling hidden in the Deicide Guild that could be nurtured with all their resources in their seed plan.

This was the cornerstone of all their plans for this matter, even if there were none, they would not make up the numbers. After all, the appearance of a bad seedling with a weak will would be devastating to their plan.

At this moment, in a room in a hall on Mount Longhu.

Zhang Zizai, who had just gone offline, looked at the Glory gaming helmet in his hand. His expression was extremely complicated, and he had mixed feelings. He couldn’t understand why the guild master of the Deicide Guild trusted him so much. Even though he had given such a ridiculous reason, the other party still chose to believe him.

This feeling of being trusted by someone he had never met before made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He did not dare to face the other party at all.

After all, if the guild master of the Deicide Guild had shown his trust to him due to ulterior motives towards him and the Orthodox Sect of Longhu Mountain, he would definitely not hesitate or feel any burden. He would directly reject the other party and leave the Deicide Guild, no longer being associated with them.

However, in the eyes of the other party and even his team members, he only saw recognition, admiration, intimacy, and incomparably firm faith.

He heard the other person say that he trusted him. But his sixth sense told him otherwise. Not to mention the reason he was going offline was because he had to eat lunch, even if he told the other party that he wanted to go offline to sleep, or even for an even more ridiculous reason, the other party would believe him.

It wasn’t that this feeling wasn’t good, but it made him feel very conflicted. He didn’t know if he should accept the kindness of the Deicide Guild’s guild master and his members.

On the one hand, he wanted to accept their kindness and ask them what the plan they were talking about was and why it concerned the survival of the human race.

On the other hand, he wanted to escape everything they said. He didn’t want to get involved, afraid of breaking everything he valued now.

Under the contradiction of the two, escape won in the end. Therefore, he hurriedly exited the game, not daring to face the Deicide Guild’s guild master and his team.

However, now that he had gone offline, he was not calm. Instead, he became even more frustrated and uneasy, as if he would lose something important if he did not go back to find them.

As this feeling grew, the longer he suppressed it, the more it began to take root and germinate in his heart.

Realizing that his condition was not right, Zhang Zizai sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to chant the meditation incantation.

“My heart is as clear as ice, and I’m not shocked even if the sky collapses! Myriad changes are still fixed, and my spirit is calm! The void is empty, and there’s nothing in it! If there’s no coexistence, it’s difficult to achieve! My position is the same as the things that have forgotten, and I’m the same! The world is boundless, and all things are united!”

However, no matter how many times Zhang Zizai chanted the Meditation Mantra, he could not calm down. In the end, he chanted the Meditation Mantra faster and faster.

When he chanted it 99 times, a sweet smell surged into his throat. Then, Zhang Zizai suddenly opened his eyes and spat out blood. “What’s wrong with me? Why is the meditation mantra that has always worked in the past useless now? Instead, it attacked my heart and my blood qi reversed?”

Feeling that his condition was extremely strange, Zhang Zizai quickly took out a needle bag from his pocket. Among them was a set of silver needles that he had found in the inventory of the Righteous Sect after mastering the Sixteen Taiyi Needles.

The origin of this set of silver needles could no longer be verified. There were sixteen silver needles of different shapes, materials, and lengths. Moreover, they matched the technique of the Sixteen Taiyi Needles very well. 𝙛r𝚎𝐞𝑤𝚎𝗯𝗻𝗼𝐯e𝚕.𝒄𝐨𝓂

Therefore, after reporting to a Daoist priest in the warehouse, he took it back and used it to practice the Sixteen Taiyi Needles.

Using the Qingmu Acupuncture of Sixteen Taiyi Needles to delay his current symptoms, Zhang Zizai quickly put away the needles.

“Although I’ve temporarily suppressed the reverse qi and blood, as long as this feeling is still there, I’ll never be at peace. Moreover, it might erupt again at any time. At that time, it won’t be suppressed by just a few needles. According to the current situation, I can ask Master. Perhaps he can resolve this matter.”

Thinking of this, Zhang Zizai couldn’t care less about wiping the corner of his mouth. He got up and ran towards the top of the Heavenly Gate Mountain.

His master’s cultivation had long entered the place of the external realm and reached the realm of fasting. Therefore, he often lived on Heavenly Gate Mountain, the place where the ancestor of the Righteous Sect, Zhang Daoling, comprehended the Dao.

Because Zhang Zizai desperately wanted an answer, he fell while running because he didn’t put on his shoes.

Zhang Zizai, who got up from the ground with dust on his face, simply threw away his shoes that were in the way. Under the surprised gazes of all the Daoists and tourists, he stumbled up the Heavenly Ladder of Heavenly Gate Mountain.

Looking at Zhang Zizai’s back, the two couple-like tourists asked the daoist, who was acting as a tour guide, with a dumbfounded expression. “Um, Daoist priest, although it seems presumptuous to ask this, I still want to ask, do you have Daoist priests who do performance art? His entire body is disheveled and covered in dust, especially on the Heavenly Ladder. Isn’t it a little bad to run towards the top of the Heavenly Gate Mountain without even wearing shoes?”

The Daoist priest was also dumbfounded by the couple’s question. He didn’t know when such a Daoist priest had appeared in the Righteous Sect.

Just as the daoist priest was wondering how to explain it to the tourists, he suddenly realized that the performance art priest, who was climbing the mountain quickly, felt very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. However, he couldn’t figure out where he had seen the other party.

Just as he was feeling puzzled, the couple tourist beside him suddenly muttered, “Why does this performance art priest look so familiar? I think I’ve seen him before, and I think I took a photo with him. Isn’t that right, Baby?”