Ancient Tomb.
In the Immortal Venerable Hall, the players at the front line were still progressing through the dungeon.
Another mortal NPC was brought over by the traitor Kong Jinghong. After witnessing the shocking opening scene, he shouted the name of the Immortal Venerable.
After several days of dungeon runs.
The blacksmiths discovered that fewer and fewer NPCs refused to believe them. Basically, the moment they came in, they believed that the Immortal Venerable had returned.
There were two reasons.
1. After repeated failures in their performances and summarizing their flaws, the blacksmiths' acting had improved. They could now reliably fool the mortals who entered.
2. The bandwagon effect.
They mostly brought people in one by one. Once they tricked in one neighbor, that person would trick in another neighbor he knew from next door.
Thus, all the neighbors and friends nearby believed that the Immortal Venerable had returned. Naturally, they believed it too.
In reality, most of the common people were only of middling cultivation among mortals.
They were ordinary cultivators living in urban areas, with no great ambitions and little experience.
They believed whatever they were told, followed the "state's" arrangements, joined this huge collective, and even moved to the Sword Forging Manor to live.
"Ah, this is so annoying."
In the Immortal Venerable Palace, Food God sat on the roof of a clinic and looked down.
"More and more people have been believing us lately. No one curses us as fakes or fights us anymore."
"Uh, if you want a fight, isn't the Manor running ranked matches now?" Shao Chai Kun was somewhat speechless. "Fighting the villagers beneath the Manor is the same thing."
"You don't understand. It doesn't have the same dungeon feel anymore." Food God looked utterly serious.
"By the way, is it really okay