We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? - Chapter 618

Chapter 616 Random Survey

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Deep in the dense forest, a ragged figure ran desperately, as if pursued by a man-eating demon.

“Captain! Captain! Got it, please reply!”

“Zhou Lan! Xiao Meng! Xiao Jie! Where are you now?”

He Chong whispered hurriedly into the intercom, hoping for a familiar voice. Sadly, only a rustling noise filled the air.

“Damn! Are they all already…”

He Chong dared not dwell on it any further. Delving deep into the dense forest to investigate the mad demon’s current situation was a truly fatal mission. Who would undertake such a mission if they weren’t desperately short of money?

Thousands of years ago, the demonic beasts went berserk, their strength surging. They violated the ceasefire agreement and began attacking the human race. Caught off guard by this sudden attack, the humans suffered heavy casualties. Fortunately, their strength prevented the demonic beasts from completely annihilating them.

The humans urgently reduced their range of activities and concentrated their forces to protect their homeland.

Humanity began to adjust its cultivation. The goal was no longer immortality, but rather to combat mad monsters, known as mad demons. After

centuries of research, humanity discovered that mad demons possessed thicker skin and flesh, making their ranged combat power less effective than close-quarters combat.

However, humanity’s physical strength wasn’t its primary strength, so how

could they combat mad demons? Further research revealed immense potential within the human body, though the price was a significant reduction in lifespan.

Those in the Qi Training and Foundation Establishment stages lived to seventy.

Those in the Golden Core stage lived to one hundred.

Those in the Nascent Soul stage lived to one hundred and thirty. Those in

the Spiritual Transformation stage lived to one hundred and seventy.

Should they practice or not?

Yes!

Failure to practice meant death.

After millennia of development, humanity had become a truly formidable physical cultivator, possessing formidable physiques.

During this period, technology advanced, and the world entered a modern era. Humanity required completing elementary, middle, and high school, passing the college entrance exam, and entering a physical cultivation university to become a physical cultivator.

He Chong’s poor college entrance exam scores landed him in a low-tier physical training university. Upon graduation, he lacked any skills, failing to reach the physical training level required for most jobs. His parents were seriously ill, requiring significant financial resources. With no other options, he teamed up with others and signed up to explore the dense forest to investigate the movements of the mad monsters.

Upon entering the forest, their five-man team was attacked by mad monsters. The leader and three teammates were missing, likely dead.

The cause of death was likely the relentless pursuit of the Type 3 mad monster.

He Chong, the team’s scout, was the fastest runner, which allowed him to survive a few minutes longer after the team was scattered.

But that was all.

He Chong abruptly stopped in his tracks, a cold sweat breaking out as a Type 3 mad monster leaped from the treetops, glaring at him intently.

The Type 3 mad monster was a full three meters long, its fur gleaming black, and resembled a wolf, its only noticeable difference being its unusually well-developed forelimbs.

The Three-Style Mad Demon unleashed its might, lunging at He Chong and tearing his arms apart.

The Three-Style Mad Demon opened its bloody maw, and He Chong’s eyes widened as he spotted a tag bearing the captain’s name between its teeth.

He Chong remembered the captain’s words: his child was going to school, but his family couldn’t afford it, so he had to try his luck in the jungle.

He Chong felt a surge of regret, regretting not studying hard and trying to get by. This was why he didn’t get into a good university and ended up like this.

Perhaps if he had studied harder, things would have been different.

He Chong burst into tears, tears streaming down his face. But the Mad Demon showed no pity.

It only wanted to eat people.

Just as He Chong was losing all hope, a flash of white light appeared, and several figures appeared nearby.

“How dare you, you evil creature, hurt me!”

The leader waved his hand, sending the Three-Style Mad Demon flying.

“Are you okay?” The leader helped He Chong to his feet, revealing that he was severely injured and bleeding profusely.

He took out a hemostatic and bone-setting pill, gave it to He Chong, and helped him reattach his arm.

He Chong gasped for air, hurriedly knelt down, and kowtowed to the leader.

“Thank you, sir, for saving me. I beg you, my friends are still nearby. Please save them too.”

The leader helped He Chong up. “We don’t practice this kind of thing in Jiuzhou. Get up. If anyone is in danger, I will naturally help.”

The leader released his spiritual sense, explored the surroundings, and then shook his head regretfully. “You are the only living person within my spiritual sense range.”

“How could it be…” He Chong was stunned.

“We are from the Jiuzhou world. Can you tell me what happened here?” The leader chanted a calming mantra to soothe He Chong.

“Jiuzhou World?”

“Yes, I’m a deacon of the Jiuzhou Lingzhi Sect. My surname is Fang. Following me are disciples of the Lingzhi Sect. As for these two, one is called Dong Li and the other is called Bai Heitu. They can also be considered disciples of the Lingzhi Sect.”

The Lingzhi Sect deacon remembered that the sect master had shoved these two strangers into the group before their departure, saying that they had some connections but didn’t need any special treatment; they would be treated like disciples of the sect.

“Probably just two people with connections,” the Lingzhi Sect deacon thought.

He Chong’s mind gradually cleared, and he realized that the other party hadn’t even opened his mouth.

The Lingzhi Sect deacon smiled and explained, “We’ve just arrived in your world and can’t speak the language, so we’ll have to communicate with you through spiritual consciousness. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Tell me what the ‘Handbook for Exploring the Myriad Worlds’ says you should do first when entering another world?” Deacon Fang asked, assessing their pre-departure study.

Before departure, each cultivator underwent at least thirty-six hours of study and passed a Confucian exam. Those who failed were prohibited from traveling to another world for three months.

“Deacon Fang is trying to understand world history as much as possible, seeking to understand it from multiple perspectives to ensure authenticity,” said one of the Spiritual Plant Sect disciples.

“Yes, He Chong, right? We’re new here and don’t know much about your world. Could you please tell us about its history?”

He Chong briefly explained.

“Can I ask a few questions?”

“Please go ahead.” He Chong was flattered. In his eyes, Deacon Fang was unfathomable, a supremely powerful being. He was unaccustomed to such courtesy from someone like him.

“What level is the strongest being in your world?”

“Legend has it that there was once a powerful being at the Fusion Stage, but that was two thousand years ago. After that person died, we’ve never heard of anyone reaching the Fusion Stage again,” He Chong answered truthfully.

“How are the top fighters on the human side, and how are the top fighters on the mad demon side?”

“They’re both at the Spirit Transformation Stage. The difference is that there are far more mad demons at the Spirit Transformation Stage than us.”

“Do mad demons at the Spirit Transformation Stage possess intelligence and can speak human language?” Deacon Fang continued.

“I heard that before a demon beast goes berserk, a demon beast in the Spirit Transformation Stage can do this. After going berserk, it loses its intelligence.”

Deacon Fang turned to his disciples and asked, “Tell me what you think.” “

The demon beast’s berserk was caused by the extraterritorial demon.”

“What about you?”

“I also think the demon beast’s berserk was caused by the extraterritorial demon. This meets the requirement of a slow death.”

Deacon Fang shook his head. “You’re jumping to conclusions. He Chong is just an ordinary person. His academic performance is poor, his historical knowledge is not solid, and he has only learned official history. How can you draw conclusions based on his one-sided account?”

“What does the first rule of the ‘Manual of Exploration of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds’ say? Strive to understand world history from multiple perspectives.”

“You’ve only memorized it, but you don’t truly understand its meaning.”

“Disciples, remember this.”

Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu nodded slightly. Deacon Fang did a good job.

They randomly selected the teams to see if there were any problems in their exploration of the alien world. If they were common problems, they would have to revise the pre-departure curriculum.

(End of Chapter)