Chapter 33: The Official Position System
Chapter 33: The Official Position System
While Ye Rong was toiling away at his Trial Mission, something truly major was happening in the game, an event that would have a profound impact on the future development and operation of Far Shore.
East of Chang’an City, seven hundred li away, lay a village of over two hundred households.
Four to five hundred Players had surrounded the entire village, outnumbering the NPCs.
“Windlike Man, our brothers have completely encircled the village. We’ve driven out all the Players inside, and no outsiders can enter now.”
“Mm.”
The leading man was tall and slender, carrying a Sword Case on his back with a bamboo sword tucked inside.
He leisurely walked toward the well at the center of the village, where a few old men stood, their faces full of worry, whispering to each other with bowed heads.
Windlike Man was one of the Emei big shots during the Closed Beta, a famous powerhouse.
But when the Open Beta Test began, he unexpectedly abandoned Emei and joined the Zhushan Sect, which astonished everyone who knew about it.
The difference between Emei and Zhushan was like heaven and earth—one was arguably the top Sect in Far Shore, while the other was undeniably a third-rate Sect, not even ranked among the Heterodox Schools.
Windlike Man never explained his reasons to anyone, and this decision caused many of his followers to leave. They believed there was little future in following a Zhushan disciple, even if he was the Sect Leader’s disciple.
The several hundred people here were all the manpower Windlike Man could muster, accumulated from his roles as a leader in previous games and his renowned reputation during the Closed Beta.
“Alas, the well hasn’t produced water for over ten days. If this continues, this year’s crops will be completely ruined!”
“Yes, what are we going to do?”
A smile of confirmation appeared on Windlike Man’s lips. He stepped forward and spoke with the old men.
After a few sentences, he triggered the mission storyline.
“Honored Immortal, would you be willing to solve this crisis for our villagers? We are willing to serve you as our master.”
“Accept!”
Windlike Man, who had long been prepared for this, gladly agreed. He turned to leave, unable to contain his joy.
Resolve the dried-up well issue for the villagers of Huangtu Village. The mission time limit was three days, and the reward was the position of Village Chief.
That person truly did not deceive me!
Without any investigation, Windlike Man directly dispatched his subordinates to the stream that was the source of Huangtu Village’s well water. Along the way, he distributed Flying Swords to them—all identical in style, uniformly manufactured.
Upon closer inspection, these Flying Swords somewhat resembled the bamboo sword in Windlike Man’s Sword Case. Anyone who could see their attributes would gasp in surprise—they were all first-grade Bamboo Swords, with exactly the same stats.
Even though they were only first-grade Immortal Weapons, the sheer quantity of over a hundred swords was astonishing. Windlike Man’s ability to acquire so many showcased his remarkable influence.
“Form the formation!”
Upon arriving at the location, Windlike Man shouted, and over a hundred Players holding Bamboo Swords quickly took their positions based on previous rehearsals. Once the sword formation was complete, it seemed as if a lush bamboo grove had materialized, with the scent of bamboo drifting in the air.
“Attack!”
A Sword Light measuring over ten feet rose from the formation and forcefully struck the stream, churning up large waves and killing countless fish and shrimp.
The Players in the formation lost more than half of their True Qi from that single strike and hurriedly took medicinal pills to replenish their Qi Value.
“Gurgle! Gurgle!”
The stream’s waters churned, and a giant turtle, as large as a millhouse and covered in sharp spines, emerged. It opened its mouth and shot three ice spikes.
Three Players at the front of the formation were struck by the ice spikes before they could react, turning into beams of white light as they respawned. Three standby Players immediately stepped forward to fill the gaps, ensuring the formation remained operational.
“Li-Zhen position, strike!”
A massive Sword Light shot into the sky, infused with thunder and fire, its aura explosive. It struck the giant turtle, displaying a damage number exceeding one thousand.
“Strike again!”
Another thunder-fire Sword Light struck, forcing the turtle to retreat repeatedly, its spiked shell cracking.
Though the turtle occasionally counterattacked, killing over a dozen Players, standby Players quickly filled the gaps, ensuring the formation ran smoothly.
This giant turtle was a level 30 Boss, yet it was utterly helpless against these low-level Players, being toyed with like a doll.
After sacrificing over sixty Players, the turtle let out a final cry of unwillingness as its Health Points were depleted, and it split into four pieces.
Killing the turtle caused beams of level-up white light to flash over about fifty Players, including Windlike Man. Some of the lower-level Players even flashed twice, indicating the immense experience gained.
The turtle also dropped a Magic Treasure shaped like a turtle shell. Windlike Man stepped forward and picked it up.
“Let’s go, back to Huangtu Village!”
Windlike Man and his group returned triumphantly to Huangtu Village. Sure enough, the village well was once again flowing with clear water, having returned to normal.
“Honored Immortal, you saved the lives of our entire village. From now on, please accept the position of Village Chief.”
System Notification: Will you accept the position of Village Chief of Huangtu Village? Once you become Village Chief, you will bear responsibility for the safety of all NPCs in the village.
Of course, he chose yes. He had schemed so meticulously, even abandoning Emei and paying such a heavy price—wasn’t it all for this?
Windlike Man confirmed, and a small golden seal entered his forehead, officially making him the Village Chief of Huangtu Village.
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“Yijian, someone completed a wrong mission and got a Thousand-Year Plantain. They’re shouting at the mountain gate to sell it!”
“Good, I’ll hurry back right away. Help me negotiate with him first!”
Ye Rong glanced at his dwindling Qi Value, directly consumed a Qi Recovery Powder, and didn’t stop to meditate. Saving time was the priority.
After finally killing all ninety-nine Whip Snakes, the moment Bapi Choujin mentioned the appearance of a Thousand-Year Plantain, he couldn’t hold back his anxiety.
Even if the seller asked for a high price, as long as it was within his means, he would agree—as long as he could become a Registered Disciple!
Ye Rong consumed another Qi Recovery Powder and, without a moment’s pause, directed his Taixuan Ice Soul Sword toward the Qingcheng Mountain Gate.
“Yijian, you’re finally here. That person is over there.”
Bapi Choujin led Ye Rong to the side while explaining the situation.
“That person needed Purple Vein Mulberry Leaf for his mission but somehow got wrong information and ended up with a Thousand-Year Plantain. However, he keeps insisting on bartering—trading the Thousand-Year Plantain for Purple Vein Mulberry Leaf.”
“Hmm, let’s talk to him directly.”
“Friend, are you the one selling the Thousand-Year Plantain?”
Bapi Choujin pointed to a lean, dark-skinned man with narrow eyes.
“I’ve said it before: either one Purple Vein Mulberry Leaf or ten taels of silver. Nothing else needs to be discussed!”