I might have been playing a fake cultivation game.

Section 089 Human Nature

When Zhou Yunshen said those words.

burst!

The fiery python coiled around the striped giant tiger exploded into a dazzling display of fire under Zhou Yunshen's mental control.

As the firelight dimmed, the giant, striped tiger had been reduced to several charred, mangled pieces, falling to the ground engulfed in flames.

Zhou Yunshen floated in the air, using the Fire Python Technique to begin re-condensing the fire python.

Qin Ruyuan gritted his teeth, flames erupting from his body as he leaped into the air, attempting to escape.

Zhou Yun Shen followed Qin Ru Yuan at a leisurely pace, continuing to condense a giant fire python.

Qin Ruyuan flew forward desperately, but he couldn't shake off Zhou Yunshen at all.

Finally, a new fire python was formed, which darted through the air and rushed towards Qin Ruyuan.

A look of despair appeared on Qin Ruyuan's face.

He gritted his teeth, stopped running, turned around, and knelt down in mid-air before Zhou Yunshen, bowing his head and shouting, "Please spare my life, senior! I am willing to serve you at your beck and call!"

The giant flaming python stopped in front of Qin Ruyuan, seemingly staring at him.

Qin Ruyuan's hair stood on end, but he dared not move an inch.

"He can bend and stretch, and can be considered a ruthless and ambitious man," Zhou Yunshen said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant fire python's head shot forward with lightning speed and swallowed Qin Ruyuan's head whole.

Flames suddenly burst from Qin Ruyuan's body as he struggled fiercely.

A few seconds later, Qin Ruyuan stopped struggling and stopped breathing.

Zhou Yun Shen arrived gracefully, and with a wave of his hand, a storage ring that shimmered slightly fell from Qin Ru Yuan's finger and floated towards Zhou Yun Shen.

The storage ring was protected by a restriction, but with the death of its owner, the restriction on the storage ring was greatly weakened and was quickly broken by Zhou Yun Shen.

Zhou Yunshen probed it with a wisp of his divine sense, and then with a wave of his hand, a thick thread-bound book appeared out of thin air and landed in his hand.

This is the Xuan-level martial arts manual, "Crimson Fire Illuminating the Mysterious Scripture," and it's the complete version of the manual.

If Zhou Yun Shen had obtained this manual at the very beginning of the game, he would have been overjoyed.

Now that he has mastered a better Heaven-rank cultivation technique, he has lost all interest in this Profound-rank technique.

Not long after, Zhou Yunshen returned to the village where Qin Ruyuan had set up the trap and carried out a massacre.

In this village, only 31 people remain alive.

Zhou Yunshen gathered the 31 people in an open space in the village.

"Thank you for saving my life, Immortal."

"Thank you, Immortal."

Before Zhou Yunshen could speak, the 31 survivors knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to him, their faces showing expressions of relief at surviving a disaster.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yunshen couldn't help but feel a little moved.

"Get up, all of you." Zhou Yunshen waved his hand gently, and a large number of silver ingots appeared out of thin air and floated towards the 31 survivors.

Divine sense can be used for scanning, transmitting sound, and manipulating objects. However, the divine sense of a Foundation Establishment cultivator can only manipulate very light objects and is difficult to use in actual combat.

"One hundred taels of silver per person," Zhou Yunshen continued. "This place is no longer suitable for anyone to live in. Take the silver and leave, and find another way to make a living."

The villagers were all stunned as they stared wide-eyed at the silver coins floating in front of them.

No one could have imagined that the immortal in front of them would not only save their lives, but also give them silver, and not just any silver, but a huge sum of one hundred taels!

Yes, a huge sum of money.

You know, in the village, ten taels of silver could marry a young virgin. This hundred taels of silver was definitely a huge sum of money, equivalent to a million Singapore dollars in the world. If you spent it sparingly, it would be enough to live on for a lifetime.

After regaining their senses, some villagers immediately showed expressions of ecstasy and kowtowed to Zhou Yunshen, saying, "Thank you for the gift, Immortal! Thank you for the gift, Immortal!"

"No need to thank me. This is Qin Ruyuan's doing. I'm just taking his money to compensate you." Zhou Yun thought to himself.

Zhou Yunshen left, drifting away like a deity in a myth.

After Zhou Yunshen left, the survivors in the village, with silver in their pockets, slowly got up from the ground.

A little boy, about three or four years old, reached out his small hand and fiddled with the shiny silver ingots in front of him, his little face full of curiosity.

He has never seen silver since he was born.

Yes, he also received a share of the silver.

A woman quickly picked up the silver ingot from the ground, carefully put it in her bosom, and said, "This is not for playing with. I'll keep it for you to use when you get married in the future."

The little boy was too young to understand what getting married meant. When he saw his toy being taken away, he immediately burst into tears.

The woman quickly patted the little boy's back and coaxed him softly.

"Hand over your silver!" a vicious voice roared.

The one who shouted these words was a strong and burly hunter, whose eyes were red and filled with greed for silver.

The woman shuddered in fright, quickly hugged the little boy tightly, and looked timidly at the hunter.

The other villagers were also watching the hunter.

Many villagers wore expressions of astonishment.

A boy with a somewhat childish face looked at the hunter and said, "Brother Feng, are you crazy? Why are you asking everyone for money?"

"Shut up!" the hunter, known as Brother Feng, said with red eyes, "I told you, hand over the silver right now, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

After saying that, he looked at a young hunter in the crowd and said with red eyes, "Zheng San, there are only two martial artists left in our village. It's a waste for them to have the silver, but it's useful for us. You and I will split the silver, I'll get seven and you get three. What do you think?"

"Then, let's go to the city together and live a carefree life, what do you think?" Feng's eyes were full of longing for wealth and luxury.

A look of struggle appeared on the face of the young hunter, Zheng San.

An old woman clutched her silver tightly, pointing at Feng and cursing, "Feng, you beast! I even held you when you were a child! You borrowed money from the villagers to pay for your martial arts training, and this is how you treat us?"

"Yes, Ah Feng, your family was poor before, and you relied on the villagers for help." Another older villager accused.

Other villagers also criticized Brother Feng.

With bloodshot eyes, Brother Feng drew his hunting knife and pointed it at the villagers, yelling, "Shut up! You old bastards, if you utter another word, I'll kill you all!"

The villagers were so frightened by Feng Ge's fierce appearance that they dared not speak.

Feng looked at Zheng San again and said, "Zheng San, what's your decision?"

Zheng San's face showed a struggle, but he finally shook his head and said, "Brother Feng, my parents died early, and I've only survived because of the village's support. You want me to rob their money? I... can't do it."

Upon hearing this, Brother Feng nodded and said, "I understand."

Before the words were finished, a whooshing sound rang out.

Then Feng Ge's face turned fierce, and he slashed his hunting knife at Zheng San's head.