Games, the Western Hunan Blood God

Fog City.

Summer, the scorching sun blazed.

The avenue was deserted.

Lin Feng opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of iced cola, casually unpacked the delivery, and saw a new game console and headset lying inside.

The game console and headset were packed in a box, and outside the box were eight seal-script characters.

[Ten Thousand Ways of All Things, the Way Emerges from Green Mountain]

If Lin Feng hadn't studied calligraphy, he really wouldn't have been able to recognize these characters.

"What is this, a newly released domestic trend game console?"

He glanced again at the sender on the game console.

[Lin Feng]

It had the same name as him.

After confirming repeatedly that this was his delivery, Lin Feng frowned.

He felt things were somewhat absurd.

"Who sent this delivery? The person who sent it is also named Lin Feng?"

Lin Feng felt quite strange. He looked at the Qingshan Game Console in his hand that looked like a PS5, then glanced back at his Little Broken Station backend, and finally brought up WeChat to take another look.

He confirmed this was neither a business proposal nor a fan prank.

He sat back down on the sofa and carefully examined this new game console.

Judging from its appearance.

Four words.

Unremarkable.

A high-imitation PS5 game console.

He could be considered to have seen quite a few game consoles. As a gaming-category UP host on Little Broken Station, Lin Feng was a mid-sized, fairly well-known million-subscriber UP host. Under normal circumstances, he would take on commercial sponsorships to make a living.

After Uncle slashed video revenues, Lin Feng had no choice but to take on sponsored content to sustain himself.

However, for past sponsored items, the sender was always some company, and the recipient was [One Potato].

That was his internet alias.

This was the first time he had ever seen a delivery where both the recipient and the sender were his real name, Lin Feng.

Returning to the living room, he connected the game console to the television, intending to see what this was.

This action felt so natural, as if he had done it countless times before.

Connecting the game console, putting on the headset, smooth and familiar.

Everything before his eyes went pitch black.

The headset was neither heavy nor stuffy.

The game console made the sound of reading a disc.

Yet Lin Feng had checked, this game had no disc.

Just as he felt puzzled, before him, the scene began to gradually shift.

Lin Feng only felt his vision darken as he woke up once more.

He felt as if he were standing on both sides of the Imperial Way.

Following closely was a lengthy cutscene!

Two large characters appeared before his eyes.

[Yingtian]

Lin Feng followed several Taoist priests, walking within the imperial palace. A gentle breeze blew, and Lin Feng felt it firsthand.

He seemed to have arrived inside this game.

The cool breeze, the sun, the fragrance of flowers and plants, and sleeves fluttering in the wind.

When Lin Feng realized he was inside a cutscene.

Even he couldn't help but let out a gasp of astonishment at seeing something so extraordinary.

"Damn, which company's game console is this? The graphics are amazing!

No, this is already cross-era technology.

If this technology really exists, how come I've never heard of it?"

Lin Feng sensed something was amiss.

Because everything was far too refined; even the computational power behind the wind pressing against the flowers and grass was something a mere little gaming console could not possibly handle.

This game console was wrong.

Just as he intended to take off the headset.

Someone spoke before him.

They walked into the grand hall, and inside the grand hall stood a middle-aged man.

Lin Feng was probably kneeling; anyway, it was a cutscene, and Lin Feng could not control his character.

The character began to speak with an accent, very sonorous.

[Get up, all of you. You are Celestial Masters, don't you dare kneel to Us!

We mean to say, We know you are people of the Zhang Family of the Celestial Master's Mansion; scholars all know the Kong Family, while those who practice the Dao all know the Zhang Family.

Your Zhang Family can also be considered well-traveled and knowledgeable, so actually We have always had a question bottled up inside our heart that we want to ask you.]

That deep male voice said.

Lin Feng furtively stole a glance at this person.

He looked as though he were truly standing not far away.

With his hands behind his back, wearing a set of red dragon robes, his figure was tall and imposing.

The fierce generals standing beside him were even more extraordinarily divine and martial.

Heng, is he an emperor?

Just as Lin Feng was wondering, this emperor with his back turned to them had several characters pop up over his head.

[Great Ming, Zhu Yuanzhang]

Emperor Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang?

This was a historical game after all?

Lin Feng was surprised, and he looked toward his side.

The Taoist priest beside him also had a label overhead.

[Celestial Master's Mansion, Zhang Zhengchang]

Lin Feng felt even more strange.

What kind of situation was this, Emperor Hongwu asking the Celestial Master's Mansion for counsel?

Lin Feng's hand, which had wanted to take off the headset, stopped.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Since the matter involved Zhu Yuanzhang and Dragon-Tiger Mountain, Lin Feng intended to eavesdrop nearby for a moment.

He planned to watch this scene through before deciding.

Anyway, it was just a game.

Hearing a bit more wouldn't hurt.

Lin Feng hypocritically comforted himself.

He watched as Emperor Hongwu finished asking his question and Zhang Zhengchang responded.

[Your Majesty flatters this humble subject too much. This humble subject is merely a mortal of flesh and bone, a subject of the realm. Since Your Majesty has doubts, this subject will certainly say all that is known and tell all without reserve.]

Emperor Hongwu was unhurried, and he opened his mouth to say:[There's no need to tell all without reserve, We are simply curious, Celestial Master Zhang can just speak casually about it.

The matter is like this: We heard that We, this emperor, are everywhere called the Son of Heaven, the son of the azure heavens.

We are very happy.

Yet We do not know why you group of cattle-nosed priests can be called Celestial Masters!

We have read few books—when did this azure heavens ever need a teacher?

The Son of Heaven has a teacher because the Son of Heaven is not all-knowing, but this Old Man Heaven wants a teacher—what principles is this teacher supposed to teach Old Man Heaven?

The Son of Heaven has a teacher, and We call him the Imperial Tutor.

Yet if Heaven has a teacher, then what should We call this Celestial Master?

Does Heaven, too, have a teacher!?]

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Zhengchang abruptly knelt on the ground, crying out in terror. The cutscene before his eyes instantly blurred, and Lin Feng felt as though a large hand had fiercely grabbed him and pulled him upward toward the sky. Gales howled, his ears roared, and Lin Feng's entire body lifted out of the grand hall, seeing the Yingtian Imperial Palace on the ground below, seeing Yingtian Prefecture on the ground, and seeing himself pass through the clouds, looking down upon the entire Great Ming Dynasty.

Soaring straight into the nine heavens.

At the same time, a voiceover rang in Lin Feng's ear.

[In the first year of Hongwu, Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang summoned Zhang Zhengchang, the forty-second-generation Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion, to the capital.]

[The following month, the Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion returned to Dragon-Tiger Mountain, stripped away the title of Celestial Master, and changed his title to Great Perfected.]

[Another six years later, Peng Wanli, the Tusi of Western Hunan, submitted a memorial asking the Son of Heaven for mercy.]

[The Son of Heaven ordered the Western Hunan Tusi, the Celestial Master's Mansion, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard, these three entities, to jointly handle affairs in Western Hunan.]

When the voiceover finished, Lin Feng saw before him, using Yingtian as paper and fresh blood as ink, it splashed before his eyes, transforming into four large characters!

[Western Hunan Blood God]

Regular script, stroke by stroke!

Four blood-red characters, bringing a full sense of impact. At the same time, the timely suona background music rang in his ears, pushing this hair-raising emotion to a peak!

This suona sound shot straight to the crown of his head, giving Lin Feng a full body of goosebumps and numbing his scalp.

Immediately, the cutscene ended, and Lin Feng could start the game!

He was floating above the nine heavens of Yingtian, overlooking the entire Great Ming Dynasty from a very strange perspective.

Beneath this bloody game title, there were two options.

One was [Enter Game], and the other was [Exit Game].

The suona was still playing, and Lin Feng looked at this incomparably realistic game, hesitating for a moment.

He clicked [Enter Game].

It was still the old saying.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Having gone through the cutscene just now, Lin Feng was simply unbearably curious, and his heart was itching.

You had to court death!

When he pressed [Enter Game], the screen shifted, and the whole world shattered like glass, turning into darkness.

Lin Feng stood within the darkness!

Before him, character selection appeared.

The name field was already fixed as the grayed-out characters Lin Feng, which was his real name and could not be changed.

The roles, however, could be selected.

Five roles.

[Taoist Priest] (faceless, wearing a high-ranking Daoist robe, carrying a sword on his back)

[Embroidered Uniform Guard] (faceless, wearing a bullfight uniform)

[Yamen Runner] (faceless, wearing yamen runner clothes, holding an iron ruler in his hand)

[Veteran Soldier] (faceless, wearing a padded armor, with a long spear behind his back)

[Guide] (faceless, wearing folk costume, with a brocade pouch tied around his waist)

Lin Feng's gaze lingered slightly on these classes, finally landing on [Taoist Priest].

Judging from the voiceover and the cutscenes he saw, this time's game mission was to deal with matters regarding the Tusi Peng Wanli.

Specifically what it was, he did not know, but judging from this game title, what they should be dealing with was a Blood God.

Although what a Blood God was.

Lin Feng had completely no clue.

Yet this name even contained the word god.

Wasn't a mage the best choice?

A Taoist priest at least counted as a member of the clergy.

Mages had always been the undisputed choice for lowering game difficulty.

Besides, judging from the background, this Taoist priest should be a Taoist from Dragon-Tiger Mountain, with a revered status and profound magical power.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard might be a warrior, and the guide might possess some local secret arts or something.

Where was the difference between the three classes of Embroidered Uniform Guard, Yamen Runner, and Veteran Soldier?

Looking similar to the Embroidered Uniform Guard, weren't they all warriors?

To play it safe, Lin Feng chose the Taoist Priest. After he selected the Taoist Priest, his vision blurred once more.

He saw the Taoist Priest gain a face, looking exactly like him, with a sword on his back, transforming into fluorescent light and disappearing.

Before him, a blood-character curtain appeared.

[Western Hunan Blood God]

[Act I: Gather]

[Please arrive alive at Clear Spring Stockade to gather before tomorrow]

[Remaining Lives: 1]

[Task Completion Reward: Permanently lock in one skill, five qian of fortune]

[Novice mission, failure, no cooldown time]