Two More Die!

While the group was chatting idly, half an hour quickly passed, and the three newcomers crossed over one after another.

Soon, a group message came through.

"Ding, group member Wu Hao (68) has died."

Wang Ping (66): "Damn, he's dead already. Sure, he didn't die as fast as Chen Kang, but it wasn't much slower."

Fang Yun (3): "Another unlucky bastard, really pitiful. Probably didn't even get to draw his Golden Finger, just like that Chen Kang."

Zhang Hu (5): "Wonder how he died this time. Guess we'll wait for the Death Replay."

Liu Mei (15): "Looks like it'll be a while before we get ten group members."

"Ding, group member Zeng Peng (69) has died."

Everyone: "???"

Wang Ping and the others exchanged odd looks.

These newcomers—were they really this unlucky? Two dead in a row.

Could it be that this batch was going to get wiped out entirely?

Wu Jun (20): "Too brutal, way too brutal. Wonder if the last one standing can make it."

Fang Yun (3): "Tough. And not dying on arrival is just the start."

Zhang Jun (70): "..."

Wang Ping (66): "Oh, the newbie's surfaced. What's the situation over there?"

Zhang Jun (70): "I can't believe two died just like that. It's making my scalp tingle."

Zhang Hu (5): "Alright, alright, we get it, your scalp's tingling. Hurry up and answer the question so we can have a laugh—oh, no, I mean, give you some advice."

Zhang Jun (70): "..."

Zhang Jun (70): "I don't know if my luck's good or bad. I spawned in an empty room. But when I looked out, downstairs and in the corridors—fucking zombies everywhere."

Fang Yun (3): "Be grateful. Go check the Death Replay section in the group files, and you'll see how lucky you are. Last batch had a newbie named Chen Kang who landed right in front of a Mutated Zombie and got eaten like a twisted dough stick."

Liu Mei (15): "You didn't die on arrival, so you're already luckier than most. I suggest you don't make any noise, find a place to hide, and draw your Golden Finger."

Zhang Hu (5): "Kid, you're still pretty lucky. Don't get greedy."

Zhang Jun didn't reply. He silently went to watch Chen Kang's Death Replay video, then fell quiet.

Well, compared to that unlucky bastard Chen Kang, he really was pretty lucky.

After that, he started drawing his Golden Finger.

Just then, the group system's voice rang out again.

"Ding, group member Wu Hao (68)'s Death Replay has been recorded. Group members can click to view and learn from it."

"Ding, group member Zeng Peng (69)'s Death Replay has been recorded. Group members can click to view and learn from it."

Seeing this prompt, Wang Ping's eyes lit up, and he quickly checked.

Then he learned how Wu Hao and Zeng Peng had died.

Those two were also tragically unlucky.

One spawned in midair and fell to his death.

The other spawned on solid ground but tragically landed in a highly corrosive Poisonous Gas Forest and died quickly.

"I really am lucky."

After learning their causes of death, Wang Ping could only sigh again.

Crossing over required caution—the risk was just too great.

Fang Yun (3): "Falling to death has happened before, but Zeng Peng spawning in a Poisonous Gas Forest adds a new death mode."

Liu Mei (15): "Very pitiful."

Wu Jun (20): "Gotta say, I feel again how lucky I am."

Zhang Hu (5): "Oh, you're lucky—except when drawing your Golden Finger. Laugh.jpg."

Wu Jun (20): "I fucking—"

Fang Yun (3): "Alright, stop teasing Xiao Junzi. Hey, newbie, what's your Golden Finger? Spill it, let us see something impressive."

Zhang Jun (70): "Don't want to say."

Fang Yun (3): "Pretty guarded, huh. Not very sociable."

Liu Mei (15): "Whether he says it or not is his business. Cai Ge didn't say either, so don't pressure him."

Fang Yun (3): "Sis, I was just joking. Eye-roll.jpg."

"Brother Wang Ping, the Hunting Team's back. I heard they got a big haul this time. Let's go check it out."

As Wang Ping was chatting in the group, Chi Feng's voice rang in his ear, snapping him back to reality.

"Yeah." Wang Ping smiled and followed Chi Feng toward the village entrance.

When the two arrived, they saw Chi Hu and the others excitedly speaking with the Village Chief.

Seeing Wang Ping and Chi Feng approach, Chi Hu laughed heartily and walked over, clapping Wang Ping on the shoulder. "You weren't wrong at all—there really were two Essence Nurturing Grasses, and two Gale Leopards to boot. Without your intel, we'd have taken heavy losses."

"This time, thank you."

Chi Tie, the captain of the Hunting Team, also spoke earnestly.

Though he was at the Innate Realm Sixth Level, a Gale Leopard was a Sixth-Level Demon Beast, its strength equivalent to a human Innate Realm Seventh Level martial artist—truly fearsome.

If they faced one Gale Leopard, they could barely hold their own with numbers.

But facing two at once would likely mean total annihilation.

Thus, Wang Ping's information had essentially saved the Hunting Team and the village.

"No need to thank me. You took me in—this is the least I could do." Wang Ping said with a smile.

Beside them, the Village Chief looked at Wang Ping, his aged face creased with a smile. "Tomorrow, I'll lead the men to kill those two Gale Leopards and harvest the Essence Nurturing Grasses. I'll give you one to help strengthen your foundation. That way, you'll have a real chance at succeeding in martial arts."

"Thank you, Village Chief." Wang Ping cupped his hands in gratitude.

"But, Village Chief, does the village have any spirit stones?" Wang Ping couldn't help but ask.

"Though Chi Village lives in seclusion, spirit stones are still valuable, but we do have some. Why do you need them?" the Village Chief asked, puzzled.

Chi Village had been built deep in Blackwind Forest to evade their enemies, living apart from the world.

Still, they needed to buy clothes, food, medicine, weapons, and such from outside.

So naturally, they had spirit stones—things that helped with cultivation.

"For something useful. Could you lend me some?" Wang Ping said.

"You've done Chi Village a great kindness. If you need spirit stones and still have to borrow them, that would be the act of a petty man."

The Village Chief shook his head.

"Here are ten Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Take them for now. If you need more, just tell me." The Village Chief lightly touched the black ring on his index finger, and ten crystalline spirit stones appeared in the air.