Chapter 39: Multiplayer Instance!? Hell Difficulty! (Begging for Monthly Passes)

At this moment, Jiang Yan was swept away by the River of History, sinking endlessly in an boundless sea.

Thick historical dust drifted all around, hiding who knew how many unknown terrors.

'At least let me rest a while before entering the small black room?'

Jiang Yan felt helpless in his heart; his first seamless transition in life turned out to be...

The River of History!

Killing a Dao Foundation one level above his own looked cool, but the price paid was not small.

Even after the Shadow-Eating Python swallowed a massive swarm of flies and restored some blood and qi, he remained in a weakened state.

Entering the Disease Domain at this time...

was truly a Hell Mode start!

Fortunately, a Coffin Spirit in full condition was by his side, so he wouldn't be at everyone's mercy.

After an unknown amount of time passed, the historical dust dispersed, and the world before his eyes suddenly changed its appearance.

The Golden Crow set in the west, the dying sun like blood.

Before him stood an ancient temple with red walls and gray tiles; its eaves were shaped like scales, winding and raised, like ridge beasts coiled up, exuding a powerful sense of pressure.

Above the temple entrance hung a plaque with a red background and black characters, inscribed with three ancient script characters.

Monkey King Temple.

Behind the temple on the back mountain, a lush peach forest was faintly visible, with flower stamens blooming and bright red fruits hanging in clusters.

Surrounded by mountains on all sides, one could not see the end at a glance.

It did not seem like entering the Disease Domain; rather, it resembled a paradise secluded from the world.

The historical dust surged forward, breaking this brief sensation, and quickly formed familiar information.

【Historical Beacon — Turbid Flow Grade A】

【Location: Monkey King Temple】

【Mission Description: You have entered a mysterious temple where the monks worship a sculpture named "Monkey King." Every night, a mysterious heartbeat sound rings out, walls seep fresh blood, and blood peaches bear fruit on the back mountain—supernatural phenomena.

Therefore, living beings respect it, believing the Monkey King has manifested, and worship it; incense is at its peak during the day, but no one comes at night.

The abbot here welcomes anyone to stay but warns them to abide by the temple's rules; violation will lead to unknown dangers.】

【Main Mission One: Enter the temple, stay for at least one night, and keep yourself from becoming diseased.】

【Main Mission Two: Explore the hidden secrets of the temple; reaching 20% completes the mission. The more detailed the exploration, the higher the rating.】

【Current Progress: 1%】

"You... are you okay?"

A weak voice came from behind Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan turned around and found the speaker was a girl with waist-length hair in a white dress, gentle in appearance, her water-like eyes looking at him with concern.

Beside her were three other people.

One was a tall young woman in black special combat gear, with long straight black hair, a cold expression, and a face nine-tenths similar.

Judging by appearance, they were twin sisters.

Their clothes were all stained with dust, looking weary from travel.

One was a middle-aged man in a wrinkled suit, somewhat overweight, holding a briefcase, with a kind expression.

The last person was a yellow-haired fellow.

Literally.

He looked to be in his twenties, with short hair, wearing a black tank top that revealed his muscular build; he had slanted eyes that always glanced sideways at others, and he played with a butterfly knife in his hand, dancing it on his fingertips, seemingly not taking the Disease Domain before him seriously.

With this modern-style attire, without doubt, one could tell he was a History Walker.

"It turns out to be a multiplayer instance; I wonder if there are colleagues from the History Correction Bureau?"

A thought flashed through Jiang Yan's mind, and he did not intend to reveal his identity.

History Walkers are a mixed bag of good and bad.

There are also many hostile forces against the History Correction Bureau, making one an easy target.

Moreover, even one's own people... are not necessarily reliable.

For Jiang Yan, having more people was not a bad thing.

He now needed someone to stand in front, buying him time to recover his condition.

Jiang Yan was observing them, and they were also observing Jiang Yan.

This suddenly appeared fellow, however, had a face completely devoid of color, unsteady steps, Heavy Breathing, and looked like someone suffering from a grave illness.

His strength was about the same as theirs, all at the Spirit Opening Realm.

Seeing this, the others immediately lost interest and quickly shifted their gaze away.

They feared that if they were even a moment slower, the other person would die right before their eyes.

The girl in the white dress, seeing Jiang Yan so weak, felt an overflow of sympathy; after much thought, she handed him a bottle of pills and said:

"These are Qi-Supplementing Pills; they can restore blood and qi."

The black-clad girl beside her, seeing this, originally wanted to say something, but swallowed her words before they reached her lips.

"Thank you; I will remember this favor."

Jiang Yan thanked her, his gaze surprised.

He never expected... to meet a good person.

The flame of the Lamp of Ashes swept over the pills; after confirming there was no problem, he swallowed them in one gulp, rapidly replenishing his blood and qi.

Thinking about it, who would poison someone who looked like they were about to die at any moment?

However, this action, in the eyes of the others, simply labeled him as a consumptive who was addicted to pills and had no caution whatsoever.

The girl in the white skirt, her eyebrows curved, was very pleased by this trust, but catching a glimpse of the woman in black's increasingly grim expression from the corner of her eye, she quickly stiffened her face...

Looking as if she was fierce and unwilling to continue feeding them.

The girl in black sighed, breaking the silence:

"Everyone should have seen the mission. We are not enemies; our goal is to complete the mission and return alive. We can fully cooperate.

You may call me Little Black, and this is my older sister, Little White."

Little White greeted them softly and weakly: "Hello, everyone."

The man in the suit said, "Just call me Suit Man. Little Black is right; cooperation brings mutual benefit. For safety's sake, let's compare our mission information first to prevent cognitive barriers."

"My name is Sima Sima Luoshui."

Jiang Yan spoke weakly, looking as if he had not long to live.

Upon hearing this, the corners of the man in the suit's mouth twitched slightly.

This fellow could not only not become an asset, but might even be dead weight.

However, he still had to pretend on the surface.

The man in the suit nodded coldly, indicating he understood, then fixed his gaze on the muscular blond man, containing expectation.

After hearing Jiang Yan's name, the blond man paused for a moment, thinking someone would actually choose such a name. Facing everyone's curious gazes, he spoke coldly:

"Call me... Huang Mao."

Afterwards, he laid out his mission information completely.

Jiang Yan added some details on the side, but no one cared.

One had to admit, it was very realistic.

The man in the suit breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since everyone's mission is the same, there is no need to worry about dragging each other down."

"The mission prompt states we must follow the Abbot's rules. Could this be a Rule-type Sick Domain?"

"Then aren't we doomed?" Little White trembled.

Little Black's expression was Solemn: "Judging by the description, even if it is not Rule-type, it indirectly indicates the Abbot here is very powerful, perhaps a peak Foundation Establishment or even a Law Seed Realm expert."

"Impossible, right?"

The butterfly knife in Huang Mao's hand paused as he raised a doubt:

"Isn't that something that only appears in Blockage Phase Sick Domains?"

Little Black glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "The river of history is constantly mutating. No one knows if special circumstances will arise. After all, Sick Domains are not static; they can upgrade."

"Indeed."

The man in the suit, with a Solemn Expression, said, "We cannot judge the Old Era by common sense. Even if the Abbot is merely an ordinary Foundation Establishment, with the advantage of the terrain, we would have no power to resist."

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

Huang Mao frowned, just about to say something,

Click-click-click!

The temple gate suddenly opened, and everyone went on alert.

However, what walked out was not a terrifying, grotesque great demon, but a fat monk draped in a green kasaya.

Not obese, but of the fat-wrapping-muscle type, with a shiny head bearing a ordination scar, holding white prayer beads that made a "click-click" sound as his fingers moved them.

Behind him followed more than a dozen gray-robed novice monks, with fair skin and devout expressions.

Their appearance was no different from ordinary humans; one could not distinguish whether they were humans of the Sick Domain or demons in disguise.

The leading fat monk pressed his palms together in a single hand and said softly:

"I am the Abbot of Monkey King Temple, my Dharma name is Shou'e. Guests from afar, have you come to worship the Venerable Monkey King?"

Requesting monthly tickets, follows, and recommendation votes. Also recommending a friend's book.

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(End of this chapter)