The Wicked Cultivation Game - Chapter 40
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
With the increasing number of men and the inspiring chants, the company moved towards the central core.
Along the way, more and more villagers joined the company with makeshift weapons. Some were not even dressed properly and simply came out with a pitchfork or a rake.
With the villagers’ life and death on the line, everyone was responsible!
As the numbers increased, Fang Yue sighed a breath of relief. To his surprise, he even saw TacticalBreathingFox among the marching company.
“Foxy, over here!” Fang Yue waved at him.
TacticalBreathingFox was surprised to find Fang Yue in the company. He ran over excitedly and sized Fang Yue up in awe.
“Brother Night? Why are you here? Oh, right, you were part of the village patrol as well, but I thought you were severely injured and beyond saving.”
TacticalBreathingFox had become an assistant to Dr. Hong, which made him a disciple of the doctor. He had even visited Fang Yue with the doctor when Fang Yue was crippled in bed. Other than the NPCs, he was the only one who knew what had happened to Fang Yue’s body.
Back then, Fang Yue’s condition was practically hopeless. To put it simply, Fang Yue was crippled, so he could no longer practice martial arts. He was severely injured and would have to stay in bed for at least half a month. He was as good as a dead person.
TacticalBreathingFox thought that Fang Yue would have died when his Lifespan ran out in the morning.
Who would have thought Fang Yue would be marching with the company now? He looked healthy as well, with no signs of him being severely injured at all, let alone suffering from messed-up meridians.
Fang Yue giggled mysteriously when TacticalBreathingFox sized him up like an alien.
‘Tsk, tsk, tsk, Foxy, you are outdated with your news. What you saw was me during the day. Now, with a version update and all my negative statuses gone, the God of War of the Night is back! In short, at night, I’m as strong as a speeding train! I’m unstoppable!’
Of course, Fang Yue could not tell TacticalBreathingFox everything. He simply sent a message saying that he had been cured.
TacticalBreathingFox clicked his tongue as he sized up the miracle of modern medicine. Based on what he heard from his good-for-nothing master, Dr. Hong, Fang Yue’s qi deviation was so serious that not even deities could save him.
Even someone as mysterious as Lord Han had to leave the village to seek medicine for Fang Yue, and it was not even a hundred percent recovery. The severity of his condition spoke for itself.
As a matter of fact, it was quite severe.
As a normal person with only 1 point in both stats cultivating a martial art technique that required at least 30 points in both stats, Fang Yue was considered lucky that he did not die on the spot. He was lucky because he only suffered a qi deviation and messed up meridians.
Fang Yue did not doubt Dr. Hong nor TacticalBreathingFox at all, but he was no normal person since he had [Night Breathing]!
As long as he had a puff of breath left in him, he could even slay a God at night! A mere qi deviation was nothing to be afraid of!
The two of them were chatting when Niu Niu came up to TacticalBreathingFox, holding his hand excitedly.
“Big boss Foxy! Help me!”
Fang Yue was speechless. ‘Is it me or do you ask everyone you see for help? I thought you were a proud person. You trained for a day and night and even claimed to be invincible!
‘Your 3.7 Control trumped everyone else, and you even wanted to compete with me! But less than a day later, you call everyone your boss at first glance and ask for help like a little girl.
‘Boy, the image that you built up earlier crumbled a little too fast.’
Niu Niu had no idea what Fang Yue was thinking about him, or else he would have cried aggrievedly. Because he was troubled by the Wicked Curse, of course, he would ask TacticalBreathingFox for help.
TacticalBreathingFox was a disciple to the village doctor. Whether or not he could cure the Wicked Curse, calling him a boss would definitely curry his favor.
TacticalBreathingFox did not expect Niu Niu to be this clingy after a day, so he was caught off guard. He tried to free himself from Niu Niu and realized that he could budge. It was possible for him to free his hand from Niu Niu’s grip!
‘This is it? This is 3.7 Control?’
TacticalBreathingFox did not know that Niu Niu had the Wicked Curse which lowered his stats down to one.
Both of them had the same stats, but TacticalBreathingFox thought that his stats were increasing slowly but surely.
He looked at Fang Yue and then at Niu Niu. He gave up resisting and asked, “Spill. What’s wrong with you? Let me make myself clear: I have just become Dr. Hong’s assistant for less than a day, so don’t expect me to be much help!”
The players that arrived in Guyue Village were roughly categorized into two groups.
The first group of players would be those who got into the village last night before the rain ended. They used their own tactics, tricks, and even strategies to get inside without help. They were a bunch of proud players.
The second group would be the normal players who got into the village at Fang Yue’s mercy.
The first group of players formed their own community among themselves. They were considered the pro players who had achieved more or less the same in the game.
They barely came across those players who got in later because they believed they were better and were not on the same level as the common players who had gotten in because of Fang Yue.
As for the second group that only got in because of Fang Yue, they were more united and almost everyone knew each other. They would exchange news and talk to each other from time to time, hence the atmosphere in this group felt warmer and closer.
Of course, the warm and harmonious relationship was just for show. When it came down to sharing profit, anyone could turn on each other in a heartbeat.
Regardless, those who came in because of Fang Yue were still united at this point of the game.
Therefore, TacticalBreathingFox knew Niu Niu as they had met each other a few times. Both of them considered each other familiar acquaintances.
Niu Niu then explained his condition to TacticalBreathingFox.
“Wicked Curse? Lowered stats? Duration?” TacticalBreathingFox shook his head in confusion when he heard three strange terms. “Don’t ask me. I don’t know. I have no idea what they mean.”
Niu Niu was disappointed.
TacticalBreathingFox added, “But I can ask my good-for-nothing master, Dr. Hong, for some advice. He might know about this more than me.”
Feeling strange, Fang Yue asked, “Oh, where’s Dr. Hong anyway? The Fire Collection Order is so huge that even the regular villagers come out.”
Niu Niu looked at TacticalBreathingFox attentively when he learned that Dr. Hong might come out here.
TacticalBreathingFox shook his head. “No, that old man decided to stay indoors and locked himself inside. He sent me out. I’m a player, so I don’t mind. I thought this is an event held by the devs given the number of people here. I came here because I was hoping for a show.”
TacticalBreathingFox then pointed ahead of him.
“That guy is the Blood Hunter’s apprentice; that one is the disciple of the carpenter. That guy and that guy over there are probably in the same group. They are all like me. They were sent out here by their masters because of the Fire Collection Order. It’s a typical example of pushing your disciples to death.”
The Fire Collection Order was related to the villagers’ life and death. The villagers who held an important post or those who were capable must answer the calling, or else they would be punished and penalized after this calling was over.
However, the rule had a flaw. They could simply send their disciples or apprentice to answer the calling and fulfill the rule together.
After all, talented people were considered scarce resources to the village, and if they were not combatants, they would probably die on the scene, which would result in a heavy loss.
Therefore, the village acknowledged this flaw in the rule and simply let it be.
If the rule was non-existent, the masters might not even take an apprentice or a disciple.
In other words, disciples like TacticalBreathingFox were scapegoats.
Fortunately, they were mostly players and loved joining events in the game or simply watching a show. No one had a problem with it.
Some even looked at this as a mission that could win inclination, so they agreed happily.