In a four-person bedroom.
The Eye Legend foursome settled down.
After half a day of exploring and adapting, they found life wasn't as exciting as imagined, mainly three things:
Cultivate, learn a side profession, and clean.
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Really don't know how to capture her; now they're just soldiers under her command.
Entering the Hidden Vein now feels like the everyday life of an ancient Immortal Path sect, just as they imagined.
The atmosphere of the Hidden Vein is very harmonious, even somewhat leisurely.
Not fitting the cruel demeanor of a Demon Sect at all.
However, upon thinking carefully, disciples who come to the Hidden Vein were once victims of "campus bullying," forcibly oppressed to pay ancestral homage.
At the bottom of the food chain, it's normal to lack the arrogant evil aura.
Nevertheless, such classical, ancient, and refined sect routines make them uncomfortable.
Is this too much like a retirement home?
Some things are truly beautiful from a distance.
"What to do, I miss the exhilaration of banging on metal."
In the room, Swollen Eyes scratched his head, "My hands itch fiercely! I want to bully fierce ghosts, play murder mystery games at the shady inn, and catch NPCs again."
"A boar can't eat fine straw; you love to mess around." Blind Eyes ignored him and murmured: "Can't we catch NPCs here?"
Swollen Eyes' eyes gradually lit up, slapping his thigh: "That's right, we can catch NPCs here!"
Dizzy Eyes was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and said: "I've discovered, we now share cultivation."
Puffy Eyes softly said: "I also sensed it; the meridians under our necks are just like a wireless network—dense, complex beyond measure."
"This cultivation is quite interesting." Blind Eyes said: "This game is completely unconventional! A pile of heads, one body, explosive, too explosive!"
The feeling of cultivation is like walking through a maze, breaking through that giant body below the neck.
They cultivated for a while, feeling it was slow, like drip water wear stone.
Shared economy is amazing.
Perhaps they can draw the human maze map by exploring the body's meridians, providing more intelligence.
After cultivating for a while, they stood up and went around to gather information.
The Alchemy Room was closed, occasionally emitting steam, someone was seemingly refining pills, with a "Do Not Disturb" sign hung on the door.
The Herb Garden prohibited entry, fearing harm to the Spirit Grass.
But glancing from outside, the Herb Garden was small, located indoors with something like a Spiritual Qi misting device.
It looked much like the equipment ordered from Mudworker.
But the Herb Garden here was obviously small-scale, far different from the massive area they spent heavily to prepare on the mountain for large-scale cultivation.
"Preliminary speculation, it might be cultivating Blood Separation Flower." Dizzy Eyes whispered.
"Not necessarily; the herbs refined in the Alchemy Room might come from here." Puffy Eyes analyzed.
After walking a few rounds, they arrived at the Talisman Room.
On several rosewood tables were brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, with some talismans hung on the walls, Exorcism Map, Demon Suppression Map, with Spiritual Qi flowing, seemingly having the capability to harm fierce ghosts.
Several people's eyes brightened.
It's a good profession.
At several tables, some people were drawing talismans, practicing calligraphy,
"Spending 800 years , aren't you bored?" Dizzy Eyes and others couldn't suppress their loneliness.
That talisman-making Scarecrow lifted his head:
"Where'd you get 800 years? The previous batch of seniors collectively perished; the oldest Hidden Vein cultivator entered over 80 years ago; I entered only a dozen years ago, but it's indeed quite boring."
Dizzy Eyes nodded in agreement.
This place is really about health preservation!
Rather than peaceful and harmonious, it's dead and gloomy.
Staying here day after day, everyone loses passion, lacks desire, like those surrendering after the Demon Cultivators' internal competition.
That Scarecrow continued:
"Living long might not be good! Living beautifully is how you don't waste life; even living long, no one willingly enters Hidden Vein."
"Of course, knowing this, your mountain doesn't know our Hidden Vein exists; only upon entering do you know."
"Ah?" Dizzy Eyes asked curiously: "So those ranked last who disappear during annual ancestral homage aren't sent to die but fake death to enter the Hidden Vein?"
"Yes." A Scarecrow sighed, "Everyone thinks our Ten Ancestors are insane and brutal, killing the younger generation every year for homage; actually, she's very good to us, willing to bear this infamous name."
Dizzy Eyes and company were dumbfounded.
The Scarecrow added: "She told us this infamy is also good; their internal competition always pushes the weakest over here, the futureless descendants entering Hidden Vein are great."
Dizzy Eyes and the others were moved.
Really, I'm crying to death!
The Red-clothed Sister is actually quite kind.
Suddenly they realized.
Why Ancestor Qi was proud: We are traditional Demon Cultivators, formal Demon Cultivators!
Because the Immortal Cultivation Realm is survival of the fittest.
Their family, perhaps ruthless externally, pillaging caravans, committing many atrocities to seize resources.
But internally, they're very united.
This is the true traditional Demon Cultivator survival way!
Just like novel villain forces, extremely united—if a small one gets beaten, the older ones surely appear, highlighting unity.
Dizzy Eyes and the others noticed everyone was dead and gloomy.
The only interesting place was the library, the only way for these people to pass the time; otherwise, living brings sickness.
However, daily entry to the library was limited.
Dizzy Eyes and the foursome whispered to each other.
"Surely there's good stuff in the library."
"For sure, since Hidden Vein can only enter, not exit, there's no fear of you taking Secret Manuals out, so it should be unguarded, read freely!"
Their eyes gradually sparkled brightly.
Normal people can only enter, not exit, but they're different.
They have an audience perspective and can secretly note down things for the outside blacksmith.
Meanwhile, if they get exhausted and bored, they can directly suicide to return outside.
They now have an exit.
Subsequently, they followed the location mentioned by the talisman Scarecrow and found the oldest Scarecrow here.
The other was sweeping leisurely, holding a broom, seemingly living here for over eighty years.
"The bandit extermination war a century ago?"
The Scarecrow showed some reminiscence.
"At that time, the Hidden Vein didn't go to war; when I arrived, it had already perished; I was from the first batch, without much strength."
Dizzy Eyes and company were taken aback.
Hidden Vein had vanished before the bandit extermination war, even Zero Ancestor Giant was unusable in that battle.
The current batch of Hidden Vein is new.
They asked for a while but learned nothing substantial.
Only heard: "That bandit extermination was reportedly led by Bottle Ancestor; after all, they attacked from Bottle Ancestor's side..."
"You know, three old Ancestors at three corners can't simultaneously act, only remotely issuing two ranged power attacks."
"At that time, Bottle Ancestor fought alongside the manor's contemporary cultivators; they alone understood the specifics."
Upon hearing, the Eye Legend organized the truth.
Bottle Ancestor was genuinely pitiful.
The last bandit fight was also from his side?
Currently, he's still in resurrecting CD.
Likely, he not only had those two puppets, but maybe more annihilated in that battle!
And we now plucked his wool clean: the last two puppets.
It's too tragic for a Puppet Master to be left with nothing!
Adding hope for contention as the most tragic annual figure.
"Alas, why is it our Bottle Ancestor suffering?" Dizzy Eyes sighed.
"Pah, we were the ones who beat him up," Puffy Eyes retorted.