Otherworldly Skeleton Evolution

Unfortunately for Fist Sage, despite shouting very loudly, there was hardly any reaction from the crowd, leaving him feeling quite embarrassed.

In fact, the players looked at him as if he were a fool, which hurt Fist Sage deeply.

“Damn, what’s going on?” Fist Sage felt completely lost, unable to make sense of the situation.

“Dharma Saint, one of the Twelve Gods, Dharma Saint has come out of seclusion… can’t you guys give me a little face?”

Fist Sage spread his somewhat muscular hands, his tone very awkward.

“Dharma Saint is out of seclusion?”

The noisy Blood Void Tavern had already fallen silent due to the appearance of a mysterious figure. Fist Sage’s shout immediately caused a burst of laughter.

“Haha.”

“This beautiful lady must have just come from the village, right? Just got internet access?”

“Probably not even proper broadband, must be using stone-age internet, haha.”

“Must be. Looking at her, she’s probably just a newbie alt… Wait, what? That equipment… it’s all green and glowing. Is that high-level gear?”

In the Great Wasteland, battle armor and weapons were the best indicators of a player’s status.

The equipment design generally followed a rule: the lower the level, the simpler the style; the higher the level and quality, the more elaborate the design.

Moreover, higher quality items had more decorations and glowing effects, allowing people to distinguish them at a glance.

So the players who were about to mock Fist Sage immediately restrained their expressions when they saw his equipment.

Take the Jade Treasure Armor on Fist Sage, for example. Although it was all green, the shoulder plates, chest plate, leg guards, and shin guards all had intricate gold line designs, showcasing the equipment’s appearance to the fullest.

It’s just… why did this equipment look so peculiar on her?

“High-level beauty, you’ve received the news a bit late. Besides, Dharma Saint isn’t in Blood Void City, but in the Blood Void Tavern right in front of us.”

After seeing Fist Sage’s equipment, their tone became somewhat more restrained, and they started addressing Fist Sage as a high-level beauty.

Although this high-level beauty’s voice was a bit gruff, it didn’t prevent them from showing respect.

“What the hell? That crazy Lan Xingyue… really came out of seclusion?” Fist Sage was momentarily dumbfounded.

Using someone else’s name right in front of them – the situation couldn’t be more awkward.

“Damn, I’ll never do this kind of thing again. It’s a good thing that crazy woman Lan Xingyue didn’t come out. If she had recognized me just now, how could I ever show my face again?”

But as soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. He went to the statue in front of the tavern and, ignoring the players on it, directly pulled them down.

Disregarding the complaints of the players he had pulled down, Fist Sage climbed straight up the statue, stood on it, and looked inside.

“The Temple’s First Legion, the Royal Knight Squad? Isn’t this… his personal army?”

“Even he has come. It seems… it must be true.”

Fist Sage seemed to realize something and quickly descended from the statue.

Then, without engaging with anyone else, he immediately turned around and found A Silly Cutie and the others who were hiding in the bushes, feeding mosquitoes.

“Jiang… let’s leave quickly, take a detour.”

Fist Sage said with a serious expression.

“Detour? What’s wrong, Master? Who scared you like this?”

“Yeah, Master, you look really funny like this.”

“Yun Yin, this is not the time for jokes.”

Fist Sage rarely scolded Yun Yin, making everyone realize the gravity of the situation.

“But the surrounding area is a level 200 wild zone, full of level 200 monsters. Wouldn’t going there be suicide?”

In the level 200 wild zone, even the small monsters had defenses in the thousands and health in the tens or hundreds of millions. Their attack power was similarly high, even higher than most low-level bosses.

Moreover, the level 200 wild zone had poor visibility and harsh environments. A group of level 30+ players rushing in there would probably only end up dying.

“Even if it’s dangerous, we need to take the detour. Losing a level is better than the alternative.”

As soon as Fist Sage finished speaking, he started urging people to move, leaving the others bewildered.

They had never seen Fist Sage this cautious before.

“Who… has come?” Jiang Cheng suddenly patted Fist Sage’s shoulder.

In his understanding, Fist Sage had never been afraid of anyone.

For him to react like this, it must be because Fist Sage felt the newcomer would be disadvantageous to him.

Jiang Cheng counted those who could be disadvantageous to him on two and a half finger bones.

Dharma Saint, one of the twelve vice presidents of the Temple, known for her mysterious nature and unpredictable behavior. She could easily disrupt his plan to hide his identity.

The head president of the Temple, because he had never appeared in public, and no one knew his true strength or methods. Jiang Cheng couldn’t predict how he would react upon seeing him.

The half was Su Lian’ya. She only counted as half because Jiang Cheng now had some knowledge of psychology and could guard against her tactics to some extent.

He just didn’t know who had come this time to cause such a reaction from Fist Sage.

“If I’m not mistaken, they should… all be here.”

Fist Sage turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng, his expression solemn.

“All here…” Jiang Cheng’s brow bones furrowed slightly.

“It seems Little Xue still went to find her. With her mindset… she should have seen through my identity.”

Jiang Cheng let out a long sigh, his tone somewhat helpless.

Jiang Cheng really didn’t want to see that crazy woman Dharma Saint. Heaven knows what kind of actions she might take.

But now that she had guessed his identity, no matter how he tried to hide, he probably couldn’t escape.

“Skeleton Big Brother, people in the guild say that inside the tavern are Dharma Saint Lan Xingyue, Array Emperor Nian Cangsheng, Immortal Phoenix Meng Changqing, Thousand Miles of Frost Qian Shanxue, God of Levels Xia Dongli, Path to Hell Huang Quan, Silver Snow War God Zhao Bai’an, Dharma Demon – Torrential Rain, Blood Dancer, Fist King Wu Ye, Mo Shenbing from the Martial God’s Armory, Fa Shen Wings and his guild president, Ice Blade from Frost Seal World, and Huo Silou from Qionglou…”

A Silly Cutie pouted and listed the names she had seen one by one.

Immediately, Yun Long and the others held their breath.

Seven of the Twelve Gods had gathered, along with three Legendaries, the leaders of several top-ranked guilds including the sixth-ranked Fa Shen Wings, the seventh-ranked Qionglou, the fourth-ranked Frost Seal World, and the nineteenth-ranked Martial God’s Armory.

What were they up to?

“And they also said there’s a very strange person overseeing everything, who has completely sealed off the Blood Void Tavern.”

“A strange person? Who?”

A Silly Cutie’s words immediately aroused great curiosity among everyone.

Because someone who could be mentioned in the presence of so many big shots certainly wouldn’t be a simple character.

“They said it seems to be the head president of the Temple.”

“My god, the head president of the Temple?!” Yun Yin shouted loudly and was about to rush out, but Fist Sage grabbed him back like picking up a chicken.

“Master, why are you stopping me? It’s the head president of the Temple! The most mysterious figure in the gaming world, who has never appeared in public but controls the lifeblood of the gaming world. Don’t you want to see him?”

Yun Yin asked, completely puzzled.

“Now is not the time.” Fist Sage’s eyes turned cold, scaring Yun Yin so much that he trembled and didn’t dare to speak anymore.

“What are your plans?” After rebuking Yun Yin, Fist Sage turned his gaze to Jiang Cheng.

Because the core of this matter was still Jiang Cheng.

Without Jiang Cheng, he could have openly led Yun Yin and the others to the Blood Void Tavern, chatted with old friends, and had a reunion.

But with Jiang Cheng’s life at stake, Fist Sage didn’t dare make decisions for him.

He had already died once and ended up in this state. As Jiang Cheng’s brother, Fist Sage felt extremely guilty.

He didn’t want Jiang Cheng to fall into danger again, so he had kept it even from his best disciple.

“What do you mean?”

Seeing Fist Sage questioning Jiang Cheng like this, Yun Long and the others looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what riddle the two were playing.

“Why do I always feel that every big shot seems to have some connection with Skeleton God?”

“What kind of existence is Skeleton God, really?”

Remembering the scene of the sixteen profession battle against Redno, they all looked with shocked gazes at the skeleton enveloped in a deep, ethereal aura, draped in a black cloak.

“What’s meant to come will come.” Jiang Cheng let out a long sigh and exchanged a glance with Fist Sage.