Sudden Change

The parents were immediately knocked down upon seeing each other. The child, probably seeing such a scene for the first time since birth, was terrified and cried loudly.

Mo Ran said to the child, "Shut up."

The child ignored him.

He kicked his legs and swung his arms wildly, smashing the plate.

And she screamed and cried out louder and louder.

"Smack!"

Mo Ran slapped the child, knocking out half of his tooth.

The child was in so much pain that he wanted to cry.

Another slap.

That made him behave; he immediately fainted.

When the child's mother saw her son beaten beyond recognition, she frantically scratched at Mo Ran's eyes.

"Slap"

Mo Ran became addicted to slapping people, and with practice he became skilled at it, finding angles that allowed him to exert force easily yet produce extremely high damage and loud noise, swinging his arm like a whip to strike the other person's face.

The slap knocked the child's mother unconscious as well.

The child's father turned deathly pale.

Mo Ran rubbed her hands and looked at him with a grin. "So, are you going to pay for the phone or not?"

Looking at the chaotic restaurant, Wang Wen said to Mo Ran, "Forget it, Mo Mo wants to come here again next time, let's finish this quickly."

Mo Ran glanced at the progress charts above the two men's heads, understanding the situation, and gave the child's father a wicked smile, saying, "The child is innocent. If he made a mistake, his guardian should take responsibility. You and your wife should remember to teach the child properly in the future!"

After speaking, she shook the child awake.

Then, taking the long knife from Chen Hansheng, he beheaded both the child's parents in front of the child.

The scene was incredibly exciting.

Not suitable for children.

Wang Wen covered Cheng Queyi's eyes and quickly left the place.

The restaurant looked as if it had been ravaged by a series of disasters, including typhoons and earthquakes.

The child, his face swollen and groggy from waking up, watched as his parents' blood-soaked bodies collapsed in their seats, and fell silent.

From now on, I believe he will never again pull on other people's tablecloths so casually.

He acted as a chivalrous hero for over an hour.

The four shadows were quite exhausted.

But he didn't die.

Wang Wen looked at the progress, which had reached 99 points.

Then look at the city, now a mess, which they had turned into a chaotic wasteland by their chivalrous act.

I felt a little guilty.

There is too much crime in this city.

They've been killing them for over an hour and still haven't finished.

Instead, it led to the heroes being chased by the police.

Where can you even begin to reason with this?

He wondered if he should just use a nuclear bomb to wipe out the entire city.

Zhu Xingguo, standing beside him, instinctively grabbed his arm. "Master, calm down."

The people around them had no idea what was happening.

Mo Ran licked his lips, still wanting more, and asked everyone, "There's only a little progress left, how do we play?"

"I've completed all my tests." Wang Wen thought for a moment and said, "I've already wasted a lot of time, let's finish this game as soon as possible."

Everyone nodded.

The final progress bar wasn't so demanding. I just randomly picked some people in the city who threw things from high-rise buildings, disobeyed traffic rules, or even spat, littered, and smoked in public places, and used them as progress markers to kill them all and complete the game.

Even as he stepped into the entrance, Zhu Xingguo was still excitedly shouting, "Although I'm a smoker myself, I always walk a few extra steps to a quiet, empty spot before I smoke. I hate those parasites who smoke indiscriminately without regard for others! They ruin our reputation!"

Mo Ran, still savoring the moment, licked his lips and said, "I'm more interested in people who run red lights. Since they don't value their lives, they might as well contribute something to our progress, so they don't end up harming other innocent people."

Chen Hansheng shook his head calmly. "In terms of danger, throwing objects from high-rise buildings is definitely the most serious. Luckily, Captain Wang flew fast and that person almost escaped!"

Even Cheng Queyi cautiously muttered, "Spitting anywhere can easily lead to various infectious diseases. If it becomes widespread, it can turn into a plague as recorded in books. It shouldn't be underestimated."

The group exchanged glances.

Hearty laughter continued.

When the mood struck, they even gave the team a name: "Civilization Guardians."

It is dedicated to addressing uncivilized behaviors that are not subject to legal and regulatory constraints.

Wang Wen argues: Since there is harm involved, why only impose minor punishments as a deterrent? Wouldn't it be better to eliminate all offenders? These behaviors aren't "accidental" offenses; the only reason people take chances is because the punishment is too lenient or nonexistent. What if the price is death? Would anyone still dare to be careless?

The group continued climbing.

5 a. m. Sunday.

The 400th floor of the World Tower.

Anyone arriving at this level for the first time can choose a basic skill to advance to Master level, or enhance a skill they already possess at Master level.

Chen Hansheng chose combat physical fitness.

Cheng Queyi chose the Poison Making Technique. She completely trusted Wang Wen, so when Wang Wen mentioned that if she was confident in breaking through multiple barriers, it would be best to upgrade several skills, she immediately made the decision.

Mechanism Art have microscopic training methods, mental strength has the ability to Spirit-Absorbing Divine Stone, combat physical fitness relies on training, and Scientific Deciphering can be simulated outside the tower.

The only area where there is currently no very effective training method is for poison-making.

In any case, everyone needs to be improved.

Let's start by lifting the shortest plank.

Even so, Cheng Queyi is currently only a master of poison making and Mechanism Art, and it seems that she is still a long way from Five-Fold Enlightenment.

Wang Wen tried expending 10% of her energy to make a vow.

This kind of skill-based information enhancement seems very similar to the increase in the number of times [Unity with Heaven and Man] can be used.

A full ten percent of the energy was burned away, and even another master failed to achieve his goal.

He sensed that he had only about 30% of his energy left, so he stopped trying.

They expressed their helplessness in the face of Cheng Queyi's attempt to break through Meng.

She herself was quite optimistic. She took some of the poison powder and liquid that Wang Wen had developed from Zhu Xingguo and studied them little by little, testing her newly acquired master-level poison-making skills, without thinking about breaking the spell at all.

Sunday, 8:00 AM.

We've reached the 500th floor of the World Tower.

Three members of the team had never been to this altitude before.

The reward of randomly adding an extraordinary skill filled them with immense anticipation.

But neither of them dared to draw first.

I don't know what they're being so modest about.

Does the first person to draw always get a good hand?

Wang Wen didn't understand, so she chose Cheng Queyi's card and let her draw first.

Cheng Queyi incredibly well-behaved. Just moments ago she had been extremely modest, but as soon as Wang Wen spoke, she immediately went to the aircraft to collect her reward.

[All-Metal Storm]: Summons Steel Firmament that continuously bombards targets designated by the user for 1 hour, with a 24-hour cooldown.

The skill information was released.

Wang Wen's body trembled.

Zhu Xingguo and Zhu Xingguo looked at each other in bewilderment.

A vague sense of foreboding crept into my mind: Could it be that drawing first really brings good luck?

After that.

What happened next left him speechless.

The skill that Mo Ran drew is:

[Shrinking Ground to an Inch]: Allows you to burrow into the ground and quickly move to any location within a ten-meter range. The success rate depends on the difference in hardness between the user's head and the ground material. Cools down in 24 hours.

Chen Hansheng drew:

[Werewolf Form]: Transform into a werewolf, increasing injury recovery speed by 100%, granting immunity to 50% physical damage, and changing the fatal organ to the heart. Lasts for 1 hour, with a 24-hour cooldown.

Wang Wen and Zhu Xingguo looked at each other in bewilderment.

I dare not speak.

Mo Ran was still studying the meaning written in the skill information.

Chen Hansheng laughed and said, "That's great! If I'm not mistaken, it should be Old Qin's skill from back then, right? With his death, this skill has returned to the skill pool? Qin Dongbei not only gave up the group, but even gave up his extraordinary skill. He's really too kind, haha!"

Wang Wen watched him smile silently.

Without uttering a sound.

Mo Ran's extraordinary skills were a complete mess.

Chen Hansheng's supposedly extraordinary skills were nothing but trash in Wang Wen's eyes.

Qin Dongbei was indeed quite impressive with his Werewolf Form back then, but that was a state he achieved by artificially increasing his level with countless Point later on.

It's impossible to calculate how much money Chen Hansheng would need to burn to reach that level.

Wang Wen even suspected that the World Tower might have done it on purpose!

They deliberately give these money-burning skills to only target wealthy, high-net-worth individuals for exploitation.

Looking at it this way...

It turns out that Cheng Queyi was drawn first, had the best luck.

That [All-Metal Storm] sounds invincible!

Wang Wen and Zhu Xingguo exchanged a glance, silently waiting for the three of them to finish their excitement before cautiously starting the level.

We reached the 500th floor.

There's no reason not to go back and see old friends.

Moreover, Mo Ran and Chen Hansheng were still discussing their respective extraordinary skills.

I need to shift my attention quickly.

Same-Floor Teleportation!

The surrounding mist dissipated, and the five people were standing in a somewhat dilapidated courtyard.

Zhu Xingguo's eyes lit up, and he said to Wang Wen, "Master, this is the courtyard where we fought the snake demon!"

Wang Wen naturally recognized this place.

It was here that I met the eccentric teenager Cassia Seed.

After not seeing him for so long, he really missed that young man who had been thoroughly brainwashed.

They lifted everyone up and headed straight for the Little Steed Cloud Sect at the mountaintop, following the direction of their memories.

We haven't arrived yet.

The area inside the mountain gate was a complete mess.

There was no one there.

Wang Wen's heart skipped a beat.

Land down and examine it carefully.

The once well-built and aesthetically pleasing sect was completely destroyed, with ruins and broken walls everywhere, and collapsed roofs scattered all over the ground.

The small two-story building where Cassia Seed Wang Wen up was the most completely destroyed, almost reduced to rubble.

Zhu Xingguo sold off large pieces of building debris, revealing a lot of charred charcoal, mud, and other materials.

Wang Wen looked around but couldn't find a single person, and shook her head.

They led everyone along the mountain path to the small mountain stall where they had once drunk tea and eaten chicken.

Fortunately, the stalls were still there.

He landed hastily, startling the stall owner who was serving customers, who scurried inside in a panic.

The few woodcutters standing at the table drinking tea didn't even bother with the food that hadn't been served yet; they dropped their teacups and ran off.

Zhu Xingguo chased after the stall owner into the house and called out, "Don't you remember us? Your chicken was delicious last time, and my master specially left you some gold coins, have you seen them?"

Old Xu steadied himself, his cloudy eyes gradually clearing. "It's you?!"

He slowly walked out of the house, and after glancing at Wang Wen, he finally recognized her.

Overjoyed, she exclaimed, "That's wonderful! You're still alive!"

Wang Wen strode forward and asked, "Old man, what exactly happened? I went to the mountaintop to find the Little Steed Cloud Sect, but it has been destroyed."

Old Xu suppressed his joyful smile and cautiously peeked around.

Then, pulling Wang Wen and the others inside, he closed the door and whispered, "Don't bother looking for them. They've all been captured by demons, their fates unknown. Those ferocious demons seem to want something. Cassia Seed's sect fought valiantly for three days and three nights, but ultimately they were defeated and captured. That mountain... wow... it was so hot it turned the sky red!"

Wang Wen frowned. "A demon? Is it one of the Imperial Advisor's people?"

"Oh dear, I dare not say, I dare not say." Old Xu shushed nervously, "I don't know the specifics, but I heard from some minor officials who came up the mountain that some outsiders have come with powerful magic, even His Majesty is convinced of them, and they've replaced the original Imperial Preceptor!"

"Understood."

Wang Wen smiled and turned to leave.

The four people on either side looked at him, waiting for a conclusion.

Wang Wen took a deep breath.

Looking at the horizon, he laughed, "How interesting. It's only been a few days since I left and it's already like this. Maybe I didn't kill enough last time to become famous!"

Zhu Xingguo asked worriedly, "Master, what should we do? Should we go to rescue them?"

Wang Wen shook her head. "Save people? Kill people—no, kill demons!"

He waved his hand to lift everyone up, and followed the path of the former "Imperial Advisor" straight to the imperial city.

This time, we didn't detour to Immortal Retaining Platform.

The time to "fly" directly to the capital city has been greatly reduced.

Within an hour, the familiar city walls came into view.

Wang Wen didn't greet the familiar guards on the wall, casually brushed aside the arrows flying in her face, and rushed straight towards the palace.

The palace hasn't changed much.

It's still those same group of officials who only know how to talk, resorting to insults, threats, and intimidation.

Wang Wen grabbed the loudest shouter, dragged him in front of her, and asked, "Where is His Majesty? I have something to ask him."

Before he could finish speaking...

A group of people emerged from the tallest building at their feet, among them was the familiar emperor.

The other party glared at Wang Wen and said coldly, "You killed my beloved concubine and ruined my court, and now you dare to appear before me? Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

Wang Wen released the chattering man and looked at the emperor, asking, "Your Majesty, where is the Imperial Preceptor?"

The emperor waved his hand. "You don't need to say anything, the Imperial Advisor has been waiting for you for days!"

As he spoke, several figures rose from behind the palace and flew towards Wang Wen from afar.

Upon closer inspection.

There is no progress displayed above.

Wang Wen looked at the aircraft with a puzzled expression.

The other party looked at their aircraft with even more confusion.

Chen Hansheng's words revealed the truth. "Damn! So you guys were hiding in the tower as refugees? No wonder we couldn't find the Seventh Consortium's top team during the statistics!"

Wang Wen: "..."

The emperor and his ministers below were very excited.

The lively boy shouted at the five people who flew out, "Imperial Preceptor! Quickly destroy these evil Daoists! Their sins are heinous and they deserve to die long ago!"

The five people on the other side. "..."

The leader slowly emerged from mid-air, glanced at the people jumping below, and shook his head with a hint of helplessness.

Bowing deeply to Wang Wen, he said, "Teacher Wang, President Chen, we left the Seventh Consortium long before the nuclear launch. Now we are homeless and desperately hope you will spare us. We would be eternally grateful!"

The emperor and his ministers. "???"

The people on the high-rise buildings below were stunned.

Where did their long-awaited show go? Where did the former might and power of these outsiders go?

What about those magnificent spells? What about those dazzling magical treasures?

Why do you all show more respect to the evil Daoist priest than to the emperor?

The ministers stopped jumping around and quieted down, like docile quails.

To become a favored minister by the emperor's side, other skills are not important; one must be exceptionally good at reading people and situations!

In a fraction of a second, they quickly ascertained the difference in strength between the enemy and themselves.

I knew we'd lose this match terribly again.

He dared not continue to show off.

Even His Majesty the Emperor was sensible and did not continue to shout, watching the two groups of people "friendly exchange" in the sky with a stern face.

Chen Hansheng said to the people opposite him, "Why did you have to choose this checkpoint instead of any other place to stay?"

The leader on the other side almost burst into tears. He said helplessly, "We just picked one randomly, who knew our luck would be so bad. Let's retreat immediately and please don't make a move."

Wang Wen shook her head and said, "Wait a minute."

"What are your instructions, Teacher Wang?" The leader thought to himself, "Thank goodness I was too slow to find the flying vehicle and report the tower's location. If I hadn't heard Wang Wen speak and had started counting down, would I even have a chance of survival outside the tower?"