bayedsolid Chapter 912 - 6: Night Emperor Flaunts His Love, Enters the Manor at Server Opening
Chapter 912 - 6: Night Emperor Flaunts His Love, Enters the Manor at Server Opening
A beautiful manor background interface appeared before his eyes, full of poetic charm. It was clearly that legendary Sword Casting Manor, where all stories and the main plot would unfold.In the center of the background there was also a simple dialog box, to fill in account and password.
He had already applied for an account in advance, so he logged in directly and entered the stage of inputting his in-game name.
"Brothers, there are some rules when it comes to picking a name."
"Based on my many years of lurking on the forum, first of all you can't pick something too pervy, like Nightly Frenzied Cultivation Sixth Body. A certain someone later could only secretly call himself Night Mad Cultivator, then later could only be called Night Emperor, didn't dare to use his real name... that's already someone's black history."
"The name also has to fit the setting. In the game world there's Celestial Destiny, a hidden Destiny mechanic. Our names also need to bask in some good luck, like the three brothers No Bedwetting at Nine Years Old, Crayon Shin-Chan, and Outrage of Man and God. They clearly were among the last batch to enter the game, yet they're doing pretty well. You can see they're riding the luck of those three big shots."
"Then what name should we pick? Pick something related to the Painter, tap into the Painter's luck."
"As for this Painter boss, I don't believe he's dead. Going by the game's crappy nature, I'm willing to swear an oath that turns me into a Eunuch in-game—he absolutely isn't dead, he'll definitely show up again later."
...
Bai Xiaotao explained as he picked a name for himself.
[Painter]
[Hint: This name has already been taken.]
[Green Hat Painter]
[Hint: This name has already been taken.]
[Eromanga Painter]
This time the naming succeeded. Next was just waiting for the server to open at the official time of eight o'clock.
But the server-opening page didn't sit idle either; a huge pile of combat animation scenes appeared, recorded by Ning Zheng, recorded from all angles by the blacksmiths, that final battle of Xian, Jiu Shui, and the Painter.
The hot-bloodedness of the scenes went without saying; the endless trump cards from both sides made people shout in excitement as they watched, feeling their blood boil:
"Holy shit, the only Immortal from beyond the heavens there, the Night Emperor, is our player's AFK Embers!"
"That Firewood Emperor is so handsome, so hot-blooded, roaring like crazy, like a great hero slaughtering an Evil Dragon!"
...
A bunch of people kept chatting, extremely worked up.
We players can actually reach that kind of height.
Covering the sky with one hand, stirring up the clouds and rain, opening up a Dynasty across worlds, sweeping the world flat... just Sword Flight and transforming into a gigantic Heaven and Earth were enough to make them look forward to it endlessly.
Who doesn't want to fly?
Who doesn't want to become big?
Bai Xiaotao kept waiting. After a while, "It's here, it's here."
Countdown:
7:59.
8:00.
The screen flashed all over, then gradually an entry animation appeared: a bustling street in the city of Ximen, and the camera slowly fell onto the figures of two people.
It was Night Emperor and Ye Tian'ai, who were strolling on a leisurely trip.
And below the video, striking black text appeared: [This footage is a real-time scene]
Bai Xiaotao was stunned. "So that means this Immortal is currently wandering around the Nine-State holding his wife's hand?"
"Holy shit!" Bai Xiaotao was full of envy in his heart, that was so cool.
This player who had become an Immortal, Nightly Frenzied Cultivation Sixth Body, had actually entered the opening animation performance to show off how strong his Mana was, and how loving he and his wife were...
We have to eat dog food right off the bat?
Almost all the players logging in were envious.
At this moment.
In the opening animation.
"This stretch of history of the Nine-State is very exciting, very cool." Ye Tian'ai walked down the street holding hands with Night Mad Cultivator, wandering all over, playing around.
"Someone's secretly filming us." Ye Tian'ai pointed at the blacksmiths sneaking around behind them, some crouching on the wall, some on the roofs.
"It's fine." Night Emperor said.
The bullet screen spammed like crazy.
"Hahaha, your wife's confused."
"I'm dying laughing."
"I'm convinced this is a real-time opening animation now."
Night Mad Cultivator looked at the familiar street of shops and walked along. Night Emperor suddenly saw Gao, who was selling things in [The Shop].
This guy was already a waiter now.
After witnessing the seas turn into mulberry fields and back again, he quietly spent his later years here.
"Boss, give me a bottle of Shadow Rice Flower Wine."
"Coming right up."
Carrying the wine jug, parting from old friends, Night Mad Cultivator was flooded with emotion.
Back then, in The Shop, little Gao, wearing the crown of Green Hat Manor, was with them when they first entered the Xinyi State City map to open a shop, and then kicked off that great Embers-style war across the Nine-State, as if it were only yesterday.
"Seven or eight thousand years have gone by for me already. Coming back now, my old friends are still here, peach blossoms reflecting each other in red."
The Night Emperor chatted freely; after leaving the shop, he reached out and lightly tapped at little Gao inside.
In an instant, this One Heart Realm on the verge of withered death returned to vitality.
The barrage was shocked; this move's Spell special effects were full, simply too cool, the comments spammed the screen:
"This is the Daoist's Blessing system."
"This one is the true Origin Tao Venerate, an existence so powerful he opened up a Dao lineage in a neighboring world!"
"This is what a real xianxia game is like: a vast worldview, not that traditional grindy xianxia MMO leveling. One person opens one world, one person steamrolls a world, one person opens a Profession... the freedom is insane!"
"It really feels like those mythic novels—various Spells, overwhelmingly powerful."
...
The Night Emperor showed off a hand, instantly riling everyone up.
This kind of going home to flex, giving back to old friends, felt amazing; even just watching from the side, they couldn't help getting fired up.
One after another, they imagined that they too would definitely become some super hardcore player in the future, becoming that Night Emperor, becoming an ancestor Immortal, one person overlooking the great worlds of the heavens, transforming into an eternal myth across the ages.
Then they'd return to their homeland, see the old faces from back then, and sigh that things were no longer the same...
The Night Emperor and Ye Tian'ai continued on, strolling the streets, eating and drinking, reminiscing about the past. Soon, he arrived at another shop and saw two old friends from the Blood Separation Flower family, Shi Youxing and Shi Youyou.
Nowadays this family was doing quite well; they were studying at Xirong Academy, counted as Core Disciples, and the family held many industries in Xirong Academy, having already advanced to an Upper Grade family.
"I still remember tomb raiding with them back then. I was laughing with them, clearing dungeons together, eating dirt together, hauling bricks together. They even secretly learned our tomb-raiding tricks, totally sleazy."
Night Mad Cultivator sighed, his gaze filled with reminiscence. "That year, I was still a dirt-eating little blacksmith; the laughter I shared with them was my happiest time. Back then I even secretly thought, if I could marry that beautiful NPC Shi Youyou, how great would that be."
"Now, I've already married an even more beautiful Empress." He looked at Ye Tian'ai beside him.
Everyone was drawn into the mood, only feeling the seas-and-mulberry-fields change, that unique weight of years that only a mythic backdrop carries. The youth's secret crush, that year in the crowd I looked like some small fry—look at me again today... that immortal-long-life sort of desolate feeling came crashing into their faces.
After that, the Night Emperor arrived at his final stop, Xirong Academy.
Countless young students were coming and going on the streets, shuttling between dorms, classrooms, and training grounds, and sometimes they saw mentors leading teams.
Night Mad Cultivator passed through the various zones and finally stopped in front of someone.
Zhang Huaping.
The person in charge of trading with their manor back then had, with the secret help of the Sword Fairy and Dizzy, become a Low Level introductory Demon Hunting mentor, and had obtained a huge amount of resources.
A hundred years had gone by; she, who had been Five-Body Realm Great Perfection back then, was now a Cultivator of the Three Elements Realm. Her daughter was also studying at the school, and she was doing very well.
"This Daoist friend..." Night Mad Cultivator suddenly stopped in front of Zhang Huaping.
"Who are you?" Zhang Huaping was stunned.
All of a sudden, a dazzling golden Immortal light coiled behind the Night Emperor. On that ancient and majestic face, there was a certain complete indifference, as if he were overlooking all living beings, the sole True God holding the threads of the world's destiny.
He had already revealed his true form: a terrifying Immortal descended upon the Nine-State.
"You—you are... that Immortal from the mythic battle? The Destiny Night Emperor? The one who claimed to be the Tao Venerate of the Celestial Destiny World?" Zhang Huaping felt as if struck by lightning, standing there dumbfounded.
Such a world-shaking figure, a real Immortal, a terrifying existence on the same level as His Majesty Jiushui—how had he suddenly appeared in front of her?
Zhang Huaping's Heart Mind was in turmoil, her mind gone blank.
The Night Emperor's expression was calm as he smiled and said, "I've done a bit of divination and found that you and I are fated. I can pass on to you an opportunity and a Cultivation Technique. Are you willing?"
Boom!
In an instant, the scene froze on Zhang Huaping's shocked face. Countless rays of brilliance fell, illuminating that towering figure as Immortal and God. Endless clouds surged around him like waves.
If one day I become the Night Emperor, I'll repay with peach blossoms blooming in one place.
"Mortal ties are ended; karma has been exhausted."
As the vast divine light poured down, the Night Emperor bestowed the opportunity, then suddenly turned around, looking at all the players before the camera, and shouted:
"Everyone, this Immortal is now rushing to Sword Casting Manor to meet you Heaven's Chosen!"
The screen gradually darkened.
When they opened their eyes again, they were already in-game, appearing at the front gate of the manor.
All the newbie blacksmiths who had logged in had their Heart Minds still rippling, their thoughts frozen on that cold, stern face of the Night Emperor, that Immortal God. They stood there in a daze, not moving for a long time.
"He's... he's coming over?"