Chapter 882: Chapter 879 - 【Chapter 2: Penglai Immortals】
Activating Dream Patrol, what catches the eye is the loading interface of "Louyue Nation".
Su Ming’an had never seen the loading interface of this game before.
The loading interface is extremely exquisite—amidst mountains and flowing waters, a white-haired man in a white robe stands silently atop a high mountain, twirling a peach blossom, his appearance otherworldly, as if ready to ascend to immortality at any moment. In the distance, white walls and red-tiled palace temples are visible, the camera zooms in, and a young man with a high ponytail and black hair leaps among the pavilions, with a jade pendant jingling at his waist.
[Li Mingyue, all your actions and thoughts are in vain!] A line of ink-brush style text appears centrally and slowly dissipates.
[Xiao Jingsan. No matter in the heights of the temple or the far reaches of Jianghu, my heart is solely for "humanity".] Another line of ink-brush style text emerges and fades away.
["Humanity"? Which era’s "humanity"? To force existence, to force independence, is wrong!] Ink-brush text appears, gradually infiltrated by blood. The word "wrong" is drenched in blood, and blood drips along the strokes, extraordinarily eerie.
Suddenly, an ethereal melody rings from afar, the camera instantly shifts to the ocean, where an island isolated from the mundane world stands silently. Gems and jade pavilions are found here, seemingly surrounded by goddess and fairy singing and dancing in flowing silks like jade ribbons.
The scene abruptly shifts, the bright moon hangs high, and the white-haired man and the young man with a high ponytail and black hair simultaneously disappear in ink-brush entanglement. The Capital City inexplicably appears with a tower reaching into the clouds. At the pinnacle, a person clothed in a yellow robe holds a scroll, overlooking the Capital City through a window.
A tinkling laughter rings as a woman in a white dress falls from the sky, as if plummeting from the heavenly dome directly into the abyss. She grabs the hand of the man on the tower, falling with him together!
[Shaoqing, if they say you’re a demon, as long as you don’t believe it, then no one in the world can make you fall into demonhood!]
A line of ink-brush text appears centrally, accompanied by the girl’s demonic-like wild laughter.
The camera zooms in, showing the smiles on their faces and the rapidly passing scenery around them. City towers, peach blossom trees, mountains, seas, the edge of fairy islands... until the screen goes dark, everything disappears, and the loading interface ends.
The next moment, the loading interface replays, returning to the original white-haired man atop the mountain, and the peach blossom in his hand.
Su Ming’an watched this game’s loading interface once and vaguely understood why humans had been stuck at a checkpoint for a whole year. Because during that year, no player had possessed the Eldest Prince. Thus, the game’s main quest lacked a crucial participant, stuck at a fixed point, unable to progress, causing stagnation.
To speak frankly, both the CG scene and the real setting of "Louyue Nation" are much more realistic than "The Cat and Her". "Louyue Nation" resembles reality more, and if not stated as a game, it’s hard to perceive the difference between it and reality. However, "The Cat and Her" has a complete two-dimensional style, cute cats, fights between humans and cats without any killing intent, making it easy to discern as a game—there must be some unknown difference between these two games.
The game’s loading interface has three icons:
[Start Dream Patrol]
[Live Broadcast Management]
[End Dream Patrol]
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Su Ming’an found the friend list at the bottom right of his vision but couldn’t team up with Su Luoluo temporarily. "Louyue Nation" isn’t as free as "The Cat and Her"; it’s a possession-based game, and everyone starts in different locations. He must enter the game to find her.
Su Luoluo had informed him beforehand that her game identity was a righteous Jianghu heroine known as "Luoluo Heroine". As long as he followed this name, he should find her. She’d also be staying in the Capital City.
Su Ming’an clicked [Live Broadcast Management] and saw his "First Dream Patrol Family" account.
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[ID: Anonymous
Identity: First Progress Dream Patrol Family
Dream Patrol Spirit Points: 342 points
Fans: 0
Evaluation: Unknown]
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Because Su Ming’an hadn’t done a live broadcast yet, this account’s fan count was still 0. He reached out and clicked the [Start Broadcast] button.
The current situation was very safe, and he wasn’t worried about his real identity being exposed. As long as Su Luoluo didn’t reveal it, no one could pinpoint their real identities. Since Su Ming’an’s walkthrough recordings would be automatically made public each time he cleared a game, he might as well start the live broadcast. Perhaps increasing his fan value could bring rewards.
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[Do you want to "start the live broadcast"? (Once started, your live room will appear on the Dream Patrol live platform and anyone can watch your broadcast. Since you’re not a local Dream Patrol Family, gifts the audience gives won’t enter your backpack.)]
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"Start." Su Ming’an said.
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[Please choose your live room name? (Current live room name: Anonymous’s Live Room)]
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Su Ming’an modified it, changing the live room name to [First Dream Patrol Family, No Gifts, Don’t Send!] To prevent people from wasting money.
After changing it, his live room officially opened, and a chatbox appeared at the upper right, almost overlapping with the World Game chatbox. However, one live room showed a heat of four billion, while the other showed zero.
Su Ming’an adjusted it, placing the World Game chatbox and Dream Patrol live chatbox side by side to avoid overlap.
[First Dream Patrol Family, No Gifts, Don’t Send!] This bizarre live room name appeared among thousands of broadcasts, hidden in the sea of people, temporarily unnoticed.
Su Ming’an activated Dream Patrol, his five senses gradually shifted—
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Ink-brush text appeared before his eyes; it’s a recap.
[Kang Yu Year 26, an exotic species named "Bailian" raged and scorched the city.]
[It’s said she was the reincarnation of the Eldest Prince’s palace maid, coming to repay the Eldest Prince’s kindness. Dissatisfied with the Eldest Prince’s adaptation being confined and having his blood drawn by the Royal Family for long, she wrathfully unleashed heavenly flames.]
[The fire blazed for three days and nights; Bailian retained her kindness and killed no one. Eventually, State Preceptor Li Mingyue ended the fire, drove Bailian away, saved the people, and took the Eldest Prince’s body to Penglai Fairy Island.]
[Two months have passed since then; the Royal Family concealed the news, and the public remains unaware of the truth behind the Eldest Prince’s replacement. The Capital City bustles, citizens live peaceful lives, martial world figures keep coming endlessly.]
[The Penglai Immortals selection was also delayed two months due to the fire, and no one has yet reached Penglai Fairy Island.]
[Waves rise in Jianghu; Demon Sect Saintess, Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, and Peach Blossom Valley Medical Immortal have appeared, participating in Penglai Immortals selection, striving to reach the fairy island, seeking immortality.]
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"Drip, drip."
A sound of water.
Su Ming’an loaded into the game, hearing crisp water sounds.
His previous body was taken away by Li Mingyue, and he assumed that upon opening his eyes, he would already be on Penglai Fairy Island.
But upon opening his eyes, he saw night and a plain. Smoke rose from distant villages, hinting at wheat fields and oxen; he lay on the plain, his body sinking into soil and grass, with endless spring rain falling from the sky, sprinkling on his face and clothes.
This was clearly the human world.
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Ink-brush text appeared:
[Due to State Preceptor Li Mingyue’s actions, your soul and body have separated.]
[He took your body to Penglai Fairy Island, and your soul is drifting, without a body, about to scatter completely.]
[At this moment, a handsome, blood-covered swordsman stumbled and ran in the wilderness outside the Capital City—he’s the senior brother of the renowned righteous sect "Qingyang Sword Sect", framed by a junior and abandoned by his fiancée, hunted by his entire sect due to carrying a rare treasure.]
[After escaping his pursuers, he was dying, collapsing in the fields, and died from excessive blood loss.]
[You immediately entered this body to prevent your soul from scattering.]
[Please note, from the moment your soul possesses this body, its appearance will match your soul—in other words, you still have the face of the Eldest Prince, so act cautiously.]
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"Ding-dong!"
[Obtained the Louyue Nation’s Main Quest · Penglai Immortals]
[Quest Requirement: Pass the Penglai Immortals selection and head to Fairy Island.
Quest Reward: 1000 Dream Patrol Spirit Points, choose a talisman below the fifth level.
Quest Note: "Go to Penglai Fairy Island, only then will you be enlightened, my dear Wensheng."]
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Su Ming’an understood. It seems he possessed the body of the Qingyang Sword Sect’s senior brother, although it can’t be considered complete possession, since this senior brother is already dead.
He barely lifted his hand; this body was heavily injured, limbs felt like they were filled with lead, and the continuous spring rain washed away the blood flowing from his body. His vision began to blur into darkness.
No one knew if the pursuing soldiers would arrive; he wanted to leave here but his body was too heavy to obey his commands.
"Su Rin..."
He called out, wondering if Rin could hear him during such times. There was no one beside him now, only the possibility that Rin could hear him remotely.
His consciousness grew increasingly blurry.
Footsteps approached, as if someone was cautiously nearing him.
At the edge of his vision appeared the corner of a floral skirt, embroidered with plum blossoms, revealing a pair of petite cloth shoes. This seemed to be a village girl.
"Are you okay? Are you still alive..." Her voice was clear like flowing creek water.
Su Ming’an gasped, his vision went black, and he fainted.
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The first Dream Patrol Family’s live broadcast quickly swept across various media platforms like a tsunami. Broadcasts, television, websites, forums, chat groups...
Initially, someone discovered this bizarre live broadcast room name and clicked out of curiosity, only to see the face of the Eldest Prince in the room, stunned for a moment.
—This was the role played by the first Dream Patrol Family!
In an instant, the world was shaken.
The Union Government convened a meeting immediately. Experts, scholars, social elites, business tycoons, elite politicians, psychological profilers... all focused on this matter, frantically trying to uncover the true identity of the first Dream Patrol Family.
Countless people flooded into Su Ming’an’s live broadcast room, his followers skyrocketing from zero to a million in no time.
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Dragon City.
A black-haired, red-eyed man sat atop the high city tower and opened the broadcast room.
He was named Yi Zhongyu, a name that required no further introduction to command respect.
Behind him, a white-bearded old man with an immortal atmosphere approached.
"Zhongyu," the old man slowly said, "humans need strong individuals like you. Otherwise, we will eventually be eradicated by anomalies and the Black Mist in the last space for survival—we entrust the most painful and unbearable mission to you, hoping you can diligently study talismans, keep a clear mind, and not fall into madness like those predecessors."
Yi Zhongyu responded briefly, his red eyes sharp, without more words.
"In a few days, the college entrance exams will begin; those with high scores have a chance to enter the world’s top Beiqing Talisman University. However, with your abilities, you’ve already been guaranteed enrollment," the old man said. "Though your prowess surpasses many teachers, you must remember to focus on learning. Talismans highlight the strengths of many, drawing on the merits of various schools. We hope you can become a top talent for humanity, able to stand as the firmest support when disaster foretold arrives. Don’t forget your family’s deep-seated revenge."
Yi Zhongyu nodded, still silent.
He stared at the Eldest Prince’s face in the broadcast room, pressed his lips, lost in thought.
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Human Self-Rescue Alliance.
A red-haired female opened the broadcast room, uttering a soft "huh." Beside her, a man with equally fiery hair and impressive presence also expressed surprise:
"The first Dream Patrol Family actually started a live broadcast?"
They exchanged glances: "Seems we need to inform the Alliance Hierarch."
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Land of Utter Darkness.
A black-haired, black-eyed man with a high ponytail stood before a pitch-black stone slab. He was within dense fog yet without skin lesions. He could coexist with these cannibalistic mists.
He extended his finger, caressing the words on the slab with a light touch, like stroking a lover’s skin.
"Sect Hierarch," someone respectfully addressed him from behind, "The Old Day Church has welcomed a new batch of recruits; should you take a look?"
The man remained unresponsive, as if not hearing his subordinate’s report.
"She’s here." He touched the slab, his face displaying unnatural rosiness: "She’s here... she’s finally here... even opened a broadcast room."
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Church of Deities.
Under the stained glass window, before the pure white angel statue, a white-haired, white-robed man stood silently.
The blue moon enveloped him from behind; he held a cross, his expression cool and holy.
Suddenly, he slightly turned his head, noticing the shouts outside, as if someone said, "The first Dream Patrol Family opened a live broadcast!"
Upon hearing this, he abruptly extended his hand and cut his own arm, blood flowing, his blood-stained fingers writing words on his palm.
[Rule 3030: ...]
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World Edge.
A black-haired, golden-eyed man walked on barren land, suddenly pausing.
He bent down, seeing a pair of white gloves on the ground, unsure who left them—this place was uninhabited wasteland; it was unusual to find gloves.
He picked up the gloves, contemplating.
"I haven’t heard Su Ming’an call for me; does he not need my help?" Su Rin pondered: "Whose gloves are these?"
He stored the gloves, carrying the jungle knife Su Ming’an once gave him, continuing toward the world’s edge.
He planned to find the "Deities" of this world and engage in a friendly and warm exchange.
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[Countdown: 2 days]
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