I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players

A group of people raised their shields to hold the boss, it can even be more accurately described as using a wall of human flesh to block the boss.

Behind them, a group of people picked up bows and arrows, furiously shooting at those wandering Five-Body Realm monstrous ghosts.

Su Yuniang cursed:

"Those dumbass deserters are really unreliable! Run your damn self, have some guts!"

"Luckily they finally held the boss, otherwise we'd definitely fail this dungeon raid."

"Start clearing the mobs."

"Great Evil God, grant me your power." A group of archers with Shadow Rice Wine shouted mysteriously.

"Shoot!"

Thwack.

Arrows flew out, a volley was launched.

Several weak wandering ghosts in the Five-Body Realm instantly died, a few young shadow archers stood up.

"Stand up!"

A few blacksmiths started laughing hysterically.

We are not who we used to be.

We cultivated using Shadow Rice Wine, during wartime, we could borrow the Manor Master's power.

Even if the Crow King came back, one volley would make him belly bulge with ten babies, leaving tearfully.

"What is that?"

"Some sinister divine technique."

Two Tribulation Cultivators looked afar, an intense feeling of unease filled their hearts.

They always bullied the weak, feared the strong.

Refugees, cultivators they encountered along the way, were easy targets, easy to kill.

As long as they killed a few, the opposing team would panic, surrender, disperse and flee.

This group of humans in front seemed to have even less morale, previously they killed a few, scared them and made them wet their pants...

Suddenly they say they don't eat people, came back, and their morale suddenly shot up.

Each one wasn't afraid of death, standing bravely with shields, delaying with their lives, looking like courageous warriors unafraid of sacrifice.

"Quickly break through."

"My mana is running low."

The two cultivators sensed something was wrong.

They stepped on the ground, ignoring everything else, began to rise in the air.

"Entered the second phase."

"They flew up."

The blacksmiths weren't surprised at all.

The archers started lifting their bows, aiming at the sky for another volley.

Including those shadow archers, they began to shoot too.

Both could feel it, their archery skills sucked, but a few scattered arrows hit them.

In that moment, an invisible toxin bred within, stripping their soul bodies, as if nurturing something.

They wanted to retreat, immediately prepared to fly away.

"Shoot again!"

They shouted.

Another volley came.

The two cultivators in the Four Viscera Realm eventually fell.

"They are so useless."

"Mom, is there a problem with these Four Viscera Realm cultivators?"

...

Two Tribulation Cultivators fell to the ground, heavily humiliated, but still shouted:

"We surrender, we surrender! We are not Tribulation Cultivators, we are Talisman Masters, we make talismans."

"We are just not good at fighting, haven't practiced any combat spells."

Several people heard this, were overjoyed, that explained why they were so useless, these two fools lacked any combat intelligence, even the brainless Crow King next door was better at tactics.

"Hahaha, we got two."

"Got something good out."

With many voices chattering, the two Talisman Masters grew increasingly fearful.

They wanted to draw cards from us?

They were Talisman Masters, supposed to be respected everywhere, thought revealing their identity would assure their safety.

Unexpectedly, the other side had no respect for their noble profession, wanted to mistreat them.

A few blacksmiths saw their terrified faces, couldn't be bothered.

Repeatedly slashed them a few times, cutting them down a notch.

Further weakened their soul bodies, slashed them close to dispersal.

After several more whoops later, Su Yuniang still frowned: "Not enough yet, make them have a few more! Enter the post-pregnancy weak period, avoid another rampage."

The two Loose Cultivators felt shock and fear, what kind of nonsense was this.

Have a few more?

They're men, what post-pregnancy weakness...

Sure enough, these people were really abnormal, had seen it earlier.

"Dear heroes, dear good fellows, just draw cards from us... we can't handle having more." The middle-aged man pleaded, shakily pointing at someone's weapon in the distance: a whip.

The blacksmiths sneered, "You ghosts are ugly, but think too highly of yourselves."

Still not even bothering with them, these ghosts were truly useless, scared beyond belief?

Soon they had a few more, thoroughly weakened to soul bodies transparent, then put them in two cages.

These cages were purchased earlier.

Can isolate Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, preventing the inside from recovering.

Originally meant for the inn's gacha pool NPCs, if disobedient, restraint and education, didn't expect to use it here first.

Carrying the cages away, everyone started cleaning the battlefield.

Especially the bodies of the fallen, identified by themselves, no big loss.

Those eaten earlier were tearful though.

Cleared the dungeon, started working.

"Mom, I thought it would be endless."

"Just this?"

"Yeah, where are the other Embers, why didn't they come?"

"Who was bragging and running earlier with tears?"

"That's how fights are, victory and defeat can change in an instant, if the shield bearers run earlier, we'd be wiped out."

"True enough."

They were brick-moving experts, skillfully cleaning various building debris.

Throwing broken Paper Houses, furniture, tiles into a cart, prepared to transport back to the manor.

Not just passionate about collecting garbage, also planned to research the Paper House.

Everyone settled down, continued working.

Those two cards were an unexpected gain, research after ritual is over.

Now urgently had to build houses!

A group started bustling around, also had time to chat.

"Speaking of which, recently, I designed a new house." Food God suddenly said while helping move bricks.

"What kind of house?" Shao Chaikun curiously asked.

"A Muddy Artifact house." Food God hoisted a huge wall piece, with a serious look:

"The current Paper House has a flaw; there's no one to chat with. If we could embed a group of old folks into its walls, these Muddy Qi souls would babble, mumble, even if only repeating like parrots, they could alleviate the loneliness of the Ancestors in the tombs."

Shao Chaikun: "..."

Damn!

Could this be an entirely new race track?

We've always thought our old folks' Muddy Artifact was useless, but you found a use for it here?

"Think about it."

The Food God grew more excited, his eyes lit up:

"These Embers are Soul Shells, naturally attracting and peacefully coexisting with Muddy Qi, those remnants of souls."

Shao Chaikun felt a bit dazed.

He felt like he was being convinced, and it seemed it could work?

"Wait a second, you're a chef. Why are you researching this stuff?"

Shao Chaikun suddenly realized the key factor and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you supposed to study smoke, wine, or homes? Aren't you just trying to make money? Do you even possess the spirit of a chef?"

I'm not really a chef.

Of course, the Food God wouldn't say that.

Soon enough.

They organized the place thoroughly and flattened the ground again.

Then Jiucai Rong took out the Storage Bag and released a few components of the Paper House.

Since the purchased Paper House was too large and not integrated, it needed assembling and piecing together.

But the assembly wasn't too difficult.

They got it done within half an hour and began decorating the house.

They even interestedly transported a few Evil God ice sculptures and snowmen from the Teleportation Array and filled the Ancestor's courtyard completely.

It had a very festive atmosphere.

They even got some furniture, beds, and various cozy items.

The Medical Fairy even painfully placed a River Demon sleeping bag in the bedroom, hoping the Ancestor would like it.

The Food God then led the team, cooking warm dishes.

Once they were almost finished, the Earth Vein suddenly surged, and the Ancestor began to awaken.

The Ancestor wouldn't have revived so quickly, but the Paper House seemed like a window to the Earth Vein, speeding up the resurrection with many advantages.

A sound like a swish.

The ground sprouted quickly, visibly growing and gradually converging into a fine network of soul, forming a humanoid shape.

A masked man appeared on the spot, looking at them, silently frowning slightly.

"Greetings, Ancestor!"

"Greetings, Ancestor!"

They all bowed and smiled politely.

Bottle Ancestor saw their smiles and was taken aback, coming to:

"So these are descendants, why aren't you overseeing the Beast Fighting Arena? What are you doing here?"

His Divine Sense spread around, puzzled: "Where are we now? Have we returned to Xinyi State City? Wasn't I hunting that Great Demon?"

Xinyi State City?

Everyone was stunned; didn't he know he was in the manor outside Pingchang City?

Soon, someone realized.

After a reset, his memory reverted.

Returning to the moment he just died, becoming Embers.

And at the moment of his death, his memory remained in State City, hunting a Great Demon.

Clearly, this was the cause of his death.

A complete reset.

No one expected this.

But they gained valuable information.

These Demon Cultivators likely have their family's main business as a Beast Fighting Arena.

They didn't know how to respond, but then Jiucai Rong stepped forward and said: "Report to Ancestor, you were severely injured, went into seclusion for healing, and only woke up now."

"Currently, our Beast Fighting Arena was destroyed, the family collapsed, and we escaped to this manor."

"I see," the Ancestor murmured.

Everyone was stunned.

How did he believe it so quickly? He probably had cognitive deficiencies.

This made him quickly believe he wasn't dead, so he believed this absurd explanation.

Then Jiucai Rong stepped forward and said, "Ancestor, these are the meals and residence we've prepared for your awakening..."

"I understand, please leave so I can sort out my thoughts."

Bottle Ancestor spoke lightly, waving his hand; everyone flew out, landing steadily outside the manor.

Bang!

The door suddenly closed.

Jiucai Rong and others were stunned.

The third Ancestor is indeed a recluse, not fond of talking.

They initially wanted to win over the third Ancestor, but this one is truly hard to conquer.

"Let's head back first, check on those two Talisman Master cards, maybe there are follow-up quests."

Jiucai Rong knew not to force things and left the Teleportation Array with the group.

Ning Zheng silently watched the scene, frowning.

This Ancestor is indeed a stuffy person.

The Adoptive Father is easy to win over, the Red-clothed Sister is cold outside but warm inside, this third person, taking time might conquer him.

Ning Zheng felt troubled: "It's certainly a long and challenging journey."

He avoided overthinking; the sun was setting and dusk was falling.

"Let's eat."

He just sat down to eat when he suddenly heard a sound.

[Qi Fortune Value +150]

Ning Zheng was surprised.

His daily Fortune Value increased by a full 150 points!

That's a huge gain.

Previously, he analyzed the three Ancestors had 500 points, Adoptive Father Ancestor Qi 200 points, and the remaining two each had 150.

Could it be the Red-clothed Sister suddenly recognized him?

Ning Zheng thought it unlikely.

She's always been wary, considering this generation's Manor Master too tricky, with self-destructive education, wanting to see the Manor Master to have a good chat about the family's youth education.

This Sister wouldn't accept the Manor Master without a conversation!

If not the Red-clothed Sister, then there's only one possibility left.

"Did Bottle Ancestor's affinity max out upon revival?"

Ning Zheng stood frozen.

Something felt off, very off...

He never met Bottle Ancestor, so why affinity?

There was even a battle, killing him, which shouldn't create affinity.

A startling thought flashed across his mind like a thundering bolt, leaving him frozen:

"The third Ancestor, Bottle Ancestor's true identity can only be him, but how is this possible?"

Ning Zheng fell into prolonged silence.