She mentioned that the Snow God Umbrella was more suited for a priest, with no offensive power, suggesting he should aim for a weapon with high attack capabilities, fitting his identity as a Silver Moon Warrior. Ji Canghai agreed, noting that his recommended weapon was a greatsword. The highest level greatsword currently craftable in ‘Mortal Realm’ was called “Wrath of Xingtian,” which required materials that weren’t rare, but the crafting method was known to few. At the moment, this young lady named Yichao Huan Yan actually said she could craft “The Wrath of Xingtian.” Ji Canghai was moved and hurriedly asked her how much it would cost. She took the opportunity to say that the total for materials and labor would be 200,000 ingots. Ji Canghai glanced at the already strained treasury, gritted his teeth, and handed over all the remaining ingots to her.
Men are creatures who always crave the new and tire of the old. After receiving the money, Yichao Huan Yan logged off, leaving Ji Canghai dumbfounded, thinking he might have been scammed. So, he waited and waited, even while driving on the highway, he didn’t forget to keep his laptop connected to the 3G network, waiting for her return. This matter was eventually overshadowed by urgent military affairs.
As soon as Hongyaotang came online, Ji Canghai, who had been waiting, quickly sent her an invitation to join the nation. Su Yao, with a look of disdain, canceled it. After a long absence, Hongyaotang stood atop the gates of Tianya City, where below her was an endless sea of people – some fighting with full force, others trying to take advantage of the chaos, and some just watching from the sidelines. The health of Tianya City’s gates was down to just 8%. Ah Cao, leading a group of 120 elite thieves, stood quietly behind her, unmoving despite Ji Canghai’s pleas, roars, and anger. In this world, they only listened to Hongyaotang.
“Deploy the troops now!!!” Canghai sent a private message with a string of exclamation marks. “And there are military funds! Please, consider it a loan from me, okay!!!!!!” Ji Canghai sent another string of exclamation marks.
Was this guy possessed by the Horse Sect Leader? Su Yao felt a surge of disgust and silently closed the private message window. Ah Cao had just shown her a screenshot of the Xia treasury on QQ, and Su Yao’s titanium alloy eyes shattered on the spot. Holy crap, was Ji Canghai just throwing money away for fun? When she left, the treasury had seven digits of ingots, and now there were only single digits left! Single digits!!
“How did he spend all that money? Even throwing it away wouldn’t be that fast!” Su Yao interrogated Ah Cao. After a while, Ah Cao replied, “He bought equipment, bought megaphones, and gave gifts to young girls.”
“Grass, is he a pig?” Su Yao cursed angrily. How could his IQ drop to zero the moment she left? The treasury was such an important place…
Hongyaotang continued to gaze at the crowd below and the distant Bailong River, where she could faintly see a white-clothed youth under a canopy – that was Luo Zishang. Perhaps, besides Qin Chuan, he was the only one in the world who knew that the newly equipped Mary next door was actually her alternate account. Su Yao was hesitating; she didn’t want Luo Zishang to take advantage, nor did she want Ji Canghai to use her as free labor. As she hesitated, her phone lit up. It was a message from Qin Chuan.
Alright, cut the Gordian knot, truly the style of the God of Death. Even at this late hour, he was still thinking about her affairs. A smile, both happy and bitter, played on Su Yao’s lips, recalling how she and Ji Canghai’s roles were once reversed.
“You all stay put,” Su Yao instructed her thieves to stand by, ignoring the barrage of private messages from Ji Canghai, and decisively logged off to switch to her Mary account. In the vast snowy mountains of the Millennium Snow, little Mary opened her 48-rib Snow God Umbrella. In the function menu, she activated the newly added artifact function.
Just like the flute of the Eastern Shennong Forest Lord, which could turn areas into forests, or the artifact in the Southern Twilight Sea, which could cause a deluge, or the artifact in the Western Gobi, which could turn places into deserts, the Northern artifact of the Snow Mountain could bring down a heavy snowfall. This was one of the powers of the natural builders. Thus, as Tianya City’s health dropped to 3%, amidst the fierce battle, the sudden snowfall showcased the terrifying power of the artifact. Despite the warm spring of the South, little Mary walked through the snow.
This snow, bearing the weight of a thousand years, was the madness of the artifact, the might of the Snow Mountain Lord! She was a deity above thousands. After witnessing the cruelty of the two artifact holders, Changsheng Hall and Wang Shenmu, at a wedding, no one dared to challenge her, not even though she was just a level 120 priest. A scythe could kill and reset one’s level, a flute could summon countless monsters; who knew what perverse skills this Snow God Umbrella might have? People thought the snowflakes might be deadly and prepared to flee, but they found they were just for scenery, harmless upon contact. Thus, people grew more apprehensive about the second ability of the Snow God Umbrella, “Return to the Ancient World.” No one knew what the Ancient World was; perhaps it was like a prison where death meant no return.
Little Mary walked confidently along the path cleared by the crowd to the gates of Tianya City, typing out her messages, and no one dared to interrupt. The leveling speed… a hundred, even a thousand times faster… for most players grinding for levels, this was an irresistible temptation.
In an instant, the spectators joined the siege on Tianya City, and even the citizens trapped inside, who had no time to flee, were excited at the prospect of leveling up at such an unprecedented rate. Even the city’s own people started attacking their own capital.
Su Yao watched with a pained expression as the city she had built was destroyed in the smoke of battle. It would be false to say it didn’t hurt, but thinking of the promise of a better new world, she felt somewhat consoled. What truly made her smile was the message from Qin Chuan: “Well, is this also the style of the God of Death?”
Su Yao’s mouth was stretched into a thin line. Everyone was happy, except for Luo Zishang and Ji Canghai. The former said nothing, just staring into the distance at what might be a bittersweet ending for him, his expression indifferent, revealing nothing. Meanwhile, Ji Canghai had burst into tears, lamenting over his lost treasures! He was about to become a single king! However, just as he was crying, the world channel underwent a seismic shift. “Divine artifacts have appeared in the west!” “Damn! Where, where?” “Come and see, a huge spacetime gate has opened!” “Damn, I finally get to experience this in my lifetime…” “Who cares, let’s go, let’s go, no more fighting!”