The Sect Leader's Bizarre Recruitment Chapter 170: Soul Chat Group X, Death Chat Group √ (Part 2) - Novel Cool

Chapter 170: Soul Chat Group X, Death Chat Group √ (Part 2)

Chapter 170: Soul Chat Group X, Death Chat Group √ (Part 2)

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"I'm just thinking, all the people who came to these two sects are now dead, and those who stayed behind must already know."

"Perhaps, they know something bad has happened and will immediately flee with their treasures."

"At that time, if you want to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, it will be truly difficult!"

"After eradicating the roots, casually taking treasures, it would also be better to refine pills for this girl quickly."

Xiao Ling'er nodded. "Mm, what you said makes sense."

"Lord Li, then we'll take our leave first."

"Regarding the subsequent matters of your sect—"

"We can handle them ourselves. However, before leaving, we should visit the Treasure Vault, or shall I fetch something for you?" Li Tianyang promptly assured that he would take care of the aftermath.

But he was also somewhat wary.

Although he did not know why the Shadow Soul Sect wanted to deal with the Return Origin Sect, he could not afford to be unprepared.

Who knew whether the Shadow Soul Sect would come again?

They must seek shelter as soon as possible.

"Then this junior will... feel apologetic."

Xiao Ling'er couldn’t refuse the generous offer, and once again visited the Return Origin Sect's Treasure Vault.

After all, the Return Origin sect was not doing too badly among the second-rate sects, with many precious items.

Though Xiao Ling'er had visited a few times before, over these few years, they had made some gains.

And for unknown reasons, it seemed that recently the number of various treasures had increased.

Originally not expecting much, Xiao Ling'er unexpectedly found some pleasant surprises.

Two special materials—required for refining the Medicinal Nun's flesh body.

Dozens of superior spirit herbs for refining eighth stage medicines.

Even an ancient alchemy formula, which even the Medicine Matriarch could not do, if it could be refined and taken, it would allow one to control their body and mind...

It was quite astonishing!

As for the rest, there were also many other good things, but Xiao Ling'er did not act.

With the Return Origin Sect undergoing a major change, they were in a stage where a large amount of supplies were needed. Taking too much, how could it be appropriate?

Besides, those were not items she urgently needed.

Unless it was an enemy, otherwise, she would not empty the sect's treasure vault.

Following this, they set off.

The Windfire Pavilion and the Myriad Toxin Valleys were sects in the southwestern region, not too far from the Return Origin Sect.

Otherwise, they would not have come to obliterate the Return Origin Sect.

Thus, the journey would not be too long...

...

Meanwhile, within the Heavenly Poison Valley's territory, there was a youth with a pale complexion, trembling all over, in an inconspicuous cave.

"Fck, this is too fcking!"

"Is this how one crosses over?"

"And this golden finger is just too unreliable!"

"This is trying to kill me!"

"Death rate is so high, it’s just..."

"I’d rather not cross over, damn it!"

He had already been in the other world for half a month.

Recalling the various experiences over the past half month, there were countless grass mud horses galloping in his heart.

"Ow, my legs."

He swore at his mother once again.

Immediately, his mental state fluctuated intensely.

As a 'five good youth,' he should have a bright future as a model citizen, but instead, he was suddenly smashed by a flower pot, then directly transported to another world.

Crossing over was one thing, but...

Logically speaking, he should become an epochal genius and reach the peak of life.

Who crosses over without a golden finger?

Who knew...

He did have a golden finger.

And it was even the very popular 'chat group' system at a certain stage.

One could chat with people from different worlds, send red envelopes, and trade...

At first, he was very excited.

Wasn't he supposed to soar?

But soon, he found a problem.

Soar?!

Just being able to not die was already quite good!

When he first crossed over, he found the 'Soul Chat Group' was very popular, with almost 99+ notifications per second, and everyone was very excited.

Almost no one was sad.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of 'crossing over' and the anticipation of a bright future.

But as one elder after another spoke up, everything changed suddenly.

He would always remember that day...

All the newcomers were exploring and chatting enthusiastically.

However, a few words from the elders stood out.

Little Mage: "Ah? Newcomers again?"

Man Destined to Become a Great Sword Saint: "Calculating the time, it's about right."

Little Mage: "Indeed, actually, I just wanted to say, the last batch died out again. This death chat group's death rate and speed are still so impressive."

I, Holy Knight: "Who says otherwise? I wonder how we managed to survive back then."

"Death beginner period~"

Man Destined to Become a Great Sword Saint: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, who knows? Anyway, that was a time that made one want to swear at their mother. I wonder if there are any survivors in this batch."

I, Holy Knight: "How about we make a bet, betting on whether anyone in this batch can survive?"

Little Mage: "I bet ten credits, no one will survive the beginner period."

The newcomers: "? ? ?"

Seeing their conversation, all the newcomers were flabbergasted.

One by one, they were dizzy and their heads ached.

Then, they bombarded with various chaotic names.

"Seniors, are you elders?"

"No, what are you talking about? Joking about not making it through the beginner period? We are crossers! Do you know the quality of crossing over? There's a golden finger by one's side, making one a protagonist no matter what!"

"Exactly, and you guys disbanded the group? What’s a death chat group, isn’t this a Soul Chat Group?"

"Without any grudge, please don’t scare us!"

"Seniors, please enlighten us!!"

Amidst their inquiries, the scorns of the elders, and their responses, the newcomers gradually understood the golden quality of the so-called death chat group...

Little Mage: "It is the Soul Chat Group, but the rule of this group is that there’s a fcking beginner period. This period has a death rate of 99.999%, and those who survive are truly rare as unicorn horns. Often, a batch of people will be dead within a week or less."

"The Man Destined to Become a Great Sword Saint: "Is every protagonist in a crossover story the main character? Haha, there are at least seven or eight hundred of you. Are there seven or eight hundred protagonists?"

"Even if we calculate it at this efficiency, including all the myriad worlds, there still wouldn't be enough space for all of you. You're overestimating yourselves, aren't you?"

"Perhaps some of you do have the potential to become protagonists, but the prerequisite is that you survive first!"

I, the Holy Maiden Knight: "It's a beautiful idea, but the reality is harsh. Although we also wish for more companions, you should focus on surviving for now."

The newcomers were terrified.

"The death of a newbie?"

"Seeking guidance from the seniors!"

"Damn, after crossing over, it's very likely that none of us will survive. What's the point of crossing over then? I'm not crossing over! !!"

"..."

I, the Holy Maiden Knight: "Since you've sincerely asked, I'll kindly tell you about our hard-earned experiences. The rules are available for you to read. Someone has organized them and posted them in the group."

"In short, as crossovers, we come from different worlds. The worlds we cross into also have numerous possibilities. For example, I'm in a 'knight' world."

"The Sword Saint is in a magical world."

"Let's not mention the mages. They're also in a magical world, but not the same one. In any case, the myriad worlds are not just a figure of speech."

"As for the worlds you cross into, there are also countless possibilities. It could be an ordinary world, an entertainment world, a zombie apocalypse world, a low-level martial world, a medium-level martial world, a high-level martial world, or even a cultivation world..."

"I remember one of the earlier batches had a guy who crossed into a collapsing world. He was the only person in that world, and there was absolutely no way to survive. He spoke a few words before passing away just minutes after crossing over."

The newcomers were horrified.

Their minds buzzed.

I, the Holy Maiden Knight, continued: "However, someone as unlucky as him is quite rare. Normally, you can survive for a few hours."

"After all, the Heavenly Dao needs time to react."

"?" He remembered that he had asked about this the first time he spoke.

My answer as the Holy Maiden Knight was very clear: "Yes!"

"We are crossovers, outsiders to the Heavenly Dao of that world. We are stowaways, like game bugs or viruses."

"Once discovered, the Heavenly Dao will naturally try to eliminate us!"

"And the methods of elimination are countless. You might get hit by a car, poisoned, eaten, beaten to death, or even killed by the shockwave of an explosion..."

"In short, whatever you can imagine, the Heavenly Dao can do."

"And that's why the death of a newbie exists."

"In the first month, during this month, death is like the wind, constantly by your side. Even drinking water requires utmost concentration, because I wouldn't be surprised if you choked to death."

"But even with utmost care, survival is almost impossible. Because..."

"The Heavenly Dao specifically targets us, the newly crossed-over little guys. It's just too easy for it."

"Especially in more powerful worlds."

"The only thing you can do now is to quickly open your newbie gift bag and see what's inside. If you get something good, your chances of survival will undoubtedly increase."

"But as long as you survive, the bitter will turn sweet."

"No longer rejected by the Heavenly Dao, you'll even have a month of 'welfare period', like a child of destiny, walking with good fortune!"

These words, these explanations, were like a series of wake-up calls to the newcomers, making their minds buzz.

"Newbie gift bag?"

The newcomers were delighted, as if they had seen hope.

As for the welfare period, sigh, if they could survive...

But soon...

They started cursing.

"What the fuck, stockings? Torn and with letters on them? Am I supposed to use these stockings to fight the Heavenly Dao? Isn't this also part of the newbie gift bag?"

"Isn't it possible that this is for you to play and die by yourself? At least it's a fun way to go."

"Are you speaking nonsense?"

"I...a wooden stick?"

"No, what the hell is this crappy gift bag? I got a rusty dagger!"

"Hahaha, I thought my item was bad, but yours are even worse. Now I feel better!"

"I'm in a zombie world, and with this gun in hand, I feel like a tiger with wings!"

"Wait, there seems to be some noise outside...Hmm? Damn, it's the Tyrant and the Licker!"

"..."

I hadn't finished talking.

The newcomer's avatar darkened, and then he was removed from the group.

The Little Mage: "Looks like the first victim is born."

"So, let's continue. What did you guys get? Did anyone get a system? According to the summaries of our predecessors, the best item in the newbie gift bag is a system. After all, any system is like an external cheat!"

"With a system by your side, your survival rate increases by at least a hundred percent!"

This reminder gave the newcomers a glimmer of hope...but the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Out of the several hundred of us to experience it herself."

Only two among the several hundred people got a system."

One of them was this lame boy.

The other was a guy named 'Wang Chen'.

He remembered that Wang Chen had proclaimed himself to be extraordinary, saying he had obtained a system that could even create beautiful girl cards.

The man destined to become a great swordsaint: "It's the system, as expected. But you're just an ordinary person now, right? Can you gather the materials?"

Wang Chen: "???"

Half a day later, Wang Chen, "Ah!"

Within half a day, nearly two hundred newcomers met their tragic deaths.

Some were crushed by their own doing, others were bitten by beasts, and there were even those who found themselves in modern urban settings, thinking they were safe, only to encounter a black market drug deal gone wrong, caught in the crossfire, and struck by a stray bullet...

Just before dying, they managed to report the situation to their group chat.

Thus, the newcomers finally believed that this damnable Yuan Shen chat group was, indeed, a death chat group in every sense of the word.

In half a day, nearly two hundred people died. At this rate, in less than two days, this batch of newcomers would all be dead!

The newcomers were thoroughly panicked.

The crippled youth, Su Yan, also felt the gravity of the situation and seized every moment to start 'operating'.

Su Yan's system was called the Persuasion System.

As long as he listened to the persuasion, he would receive corresponding rewards based on the degree of persuasion.

So, he cautiously tried to plead for advice from the 'elders' in the group: "Dear seniors, I'm Su Yan, and I haven't obtained any good items..."

"I want to survive, but I don't understand anything. Is there anyone who can give me some advice on how to improve my survival rate?"

The man destined to become a great swordsaint: "Hey, you're smart to ask when you don't know. I thought you guys were all fools. I can indeed give you some advice."

"However, we haven't been in the group for long, and our performance has been average. I can offer advice, but it might not be entirely accurate."

"Unfortunately, the real experts in the group have been lurking for who knows how many years. If they were here, they could definitely provide some effective advice."

Su Yan: "You're joking, senior. To me, you're all true experts. Please advise!"

"Okay, then I'll share some insights with you."

The man destined to become a great swordsaint: "First, don't stay in one place!"

"Because the Heavenly Dao will constantly arrange situations to kill you. Staying in one place is as good as waiting for death."

"You must keep changing your position. This way, it will be slightly more challenging for the Heavenly Dao to target you, but it's still just a little. However, according to our observations and big data, this can indeed increase your survival rate by a tiny bit!"

Upon hearing this, Su Yan immediately took off running.

Most of the others also listened and fled.

Soon, someone exclaimed in shock: "Holy shit! I was hiding in the corner, and as soon sync with the senior's advice, I ran. But just a few steps away, the wall collapsed!"

"I... I was hiding in a tree, shivering, and I also ran after listening to the senior's advice. But when I looked back, there was a viper in my original spot??"

"I..."

Su Yan: "..."

As he was still in shock, the system's notification sounded: "Congratulations, host, for listening to the advice and successfully avoiding a calamity. Reward: One 9th-grade Health Pill."

"Phew!"

He didn't have time to think about anything else and immediately swallowed the pill. Then, he asked in the group: "Senior, I also ran, but I still feel unsafe. Are there any other suggestions?"

I, the Holy Maiden Knight: "There are many, and I'll share some common ones. First, suppress your eagerness to help others. For example, if you see a beauty in distress..."

"Once you dare to help, you'll encounter more danger."

"Also, avoid places with many people, as more people mean more potential dangers."

"Secondly..."

"..."

Subsequently, Su Yan listened carefully and then executed one suggestion after another.

Fortunately, with his external aid, he gained benefits every time he listened to advice, and these benefits were not insignificant. Thus, even after half a month, Su Yan was still alive.

As for his peers...

Only three remained.

The other two didn't know when they would meet their end.

Reflecting on the events of the past half-month, Su Yan couldn't help but suspect that he was trapped in an endless nightmare.

Being chased by monsters, mistaken by cultivators and forced to counterattack, only to attract the attention of their sect, and then being hunted by the entire sect...

After a great struggle, relying on his valuable items, he managed to exchange some treasures with the elders through red envelopes, and the sect was destroyed. But then he discovered that this sect had a genius disciple in an even larger sect, and this genius was a direct disciple.

Immediately, he continued to flee.

Even when passing by a small city, a giant palm suddenly descended from the sky, turning the entire city into nothingness. If he hadn't run fast enough, he would have been reduced to ashes. Even so, he was left with a crippled leg...

Then, crises continued to plague him, and even relieving himself required three separate trips...

Finally, relying on a rewarded artifact, he barely managed to hide and intended to rest temporarily, taking advantage of the surrounding toxic fog and the reputation of the Heavenly Poison Valley.

But for how long could he rest?

It had only been half a month!

The crises he had encountered were enough to write a book.

Could he really survive the next half-month?

Su Yan sighed helplessly: "Perhaps the only good news is that this is a True Martial world."

"The upper limit is extremely high, far surpassing the worlds of mages and knights. The ordinary spells I obtain are considered treasures in their worlds."

"But with a high upper limit comes greater danger."

Suddenly, he heard shouting and crying in the distance.

"Hmm?"

Su Yan's expression changed: "Something's wrong!"

(End of Chapter)

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