novelDanger Game (1)
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Not everyone is able to walk a long way on the path of martial arts. Most of them are not talented enough, and they often stagnate when they reach the Xiantian realm for the rest of their lives.
The martial arts realm relied on diligence and hard work on the one hand, and martial arts talent on the other.
Zhao San was such a person.
Hundred Beasts City, a month ago.
Zhao San was a bloodlicker. Ever since he was twenty-five years old, he had discovered that his cultivation had stayed at the eighth level of the Xiantian realm. He hadn't moved for five years, so he gave up on his plan to continue practicing martial arts.
Instead, he became a mercenary and joined others to form a group of more than 40 mercenaries. Normally, he would go outside the Hundred Beast Cliff to beat demonic beasts and get some fur and claws to sell. In exchange for some gold coins, he would squander them in Baishou City.
This kind of person pinned his head to his belt to earn money. There was no tomorrow. He didn't know when he would die under the claws of a demonic beast. Therefore, he paid more attention to enjoyment. It could be said that he was good at eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling.
On this day, as usual, Zhao San came out of the casino and his pocket was empty. The three thousand gold coins he had earned in the past few days were all squandered.
"Damn, your luck isn't good lately! If you go back to the Hundred Beast Cliff and earn the gambling money, you'll definitely win back even more."
"F*ck! No eyes!"
In the crowd, Zhao San had been hit, and he was already unhappy, but now he felt even more unlucky.
When he cursed and rubbed his waist, he suddenly found that his pocket was bulging. He reached out to touch it and took out a bright silver ball.
"What the hell is this? I wonder if it's worth anything." Zhao San was curious as he held the sphere. At this moment, the sphere gave a crisp ding sound.
The ball opened and the fluorescence inside formed a line of text.
"Touch any woman's butt. The reward is 200 gold coins."
"What is it?" Zhao San scratched his head and threw the ball into the rubbish on the roadside.
However, after taking a few steps, he laughed and grabbed the buttocks of a woman who was passing by by the side of the road.
He ignored the woman's insults and continued to whistle proudly.
Beside him, a silent passer-by appeared. That person quickly stuffed something into Zhao San's hand and hurriedly left.
Zhao San was puzzled. He opened the bag and his eyes immediately lit up. The bag was actually filled with gold coins!
But the ball beneath the gold coin surprised Zhao San, "Hey? Isn't this the thing I just threw away? Why did it come back?"
"Who gave me the money?"
"Ah ... that's right!"
Zhao San suddenly recalled the words that had appeared in the ball.
"Could it be true?"
Ding ... The sphere rang again. The sphere opened, and the fluorescence inside formed a new line of words.
"Steal a steamed bun. Time limit is five minutes. The reward is five hundred gold coins."
"Ah? There's such a good thing?" Zhao San looked left and right and found a shop selling steamed buns. He quickly rushed forward and stuffed a steamed buns into his bosom.
With his skill, this was not difficult to accomplish.
After he got the steamed bun, within ten minutes, a silent person walked over and stuffed a bag into Zhao San's hand.
When the bag opened, there was a bag of gold coins inside. It was exactly five hundred gold coins!
"Heavens, is this okay? Then the money is too fast. It's much easier than me going to the Hundred Beast Cliff to do the quest." Zhao San smiled.
He didn't know who gave him the money and why, but he didn't care about it.
A person who could earn money with his life, a person who could lose all the money he earned with his life in just a few days, would not think that much.
In the next three days, Zhao San received all sorts of strange missions.
Each of these missions was more difficult and the rewards were higher than the other.
Until the fourth day, he received a killing mission. The reward for this mission was three thousand gold coins.
Zhao San was ruthless. Cut to the chase
Late at night, a drunkard staggered past the alley. Zhao San suddenly jumped out of the alley and stabbed the drunkard to death.
Half an hour later, he received three thousand gold coins.
The ball rang. The next mission was to kill five people. The reward was 10, 000 gold coins!
Although Zhao San was a mercenary who exchanged his life for money, he was by no means an extremely vicious bandit.
It was just that these past few days, he had been doing missions continuously and easily received a pen and brush reward, which had slowly lured out the desire in his heart. In fact, it was even out of control, and he had finally embarked on the path of killing people.
But now, killing one was killing, killing five was also killing!
This night, Zhao San was always in an extremely excited mood. He did not rest at all. He traveled all over the Western City, looking for opportunities all the time.
At dawn, he had finally killed five innocent passers-by, and ten thousand gold coins had arrived on time.
"Haha, haha!" Zhao San laughed wildly while holding the money. His brain was paralyzed and he could no longer feel the guilt of killing.
He was only blinded by this easy way of earning money. As long as he could earn money, he could do anything.
Ding!
Ball open, next quest: serial quest.
Reward: After completing the next five missions perfectly, you will obtain a second-grade low-grade Origin Tempering Pill.
Zhao San was stunned. A Tier 2 Origin Tempering Pill! It was a treasure that could temper a martial artist's meridians. If he could obtain such a pill, perhaps his realm would rise a little.
If he advanced to the ninth level of the Xiantian realm, then his weight in the mercenary ranks would greatly increase!
Immediately after, the first mission appeared.
"Within five hours, kill a martial artist who possesses at least the third level of the Xiantian realm."
"Martial artist" Zhao San was shocked. Previously, he had only killed ordinary people, but this time, his mission was to kill martial artists!
However, he was only at the third level of the Xiantian realm. He was at the eighth level of the Xiantian realm, would he still be afraid?
After a soul-stirring ambush, Zhao San's heart skipped a beat but he easily ambushed a Xiantian 3rd layer martial artist.
The second mission appeared.
"Within five hours, kill a martial artist who possesses at least the fifth level of the Xiantian realm."
Zhao San successfully completed the task.
A third mission appeared.
"Within five hours, kill a martial artist who possesses at least the seventh level of the Xiantian realm."
Zhao Sanyi gritted his teeth for the sake of the Tier 2 Origin Tempering Pill.
Before dusk, he had waited for a Xiantian 7-dan drunkard for a long time, and after waiting for the right opportunity, he took the opportunity to kill him.
The fourth mission appeared.
"Within ten hours, kill a martial artist who possesses at least the eighth level of the Xiantian realm."
This mission, Zhao San failed. His strength wasn't that exquisite. He was a Xiantian 8th layer martial artist who escaped with serious injuries after the battle.
Ding! The ball rang, "Mission failed, Punishment: Death."
"I... I'm not playing anymore. Don't kill me. Please don't kill me. I'll give you all the money."
Zhao San was scared. He shouted at the ball in horror, but didn't get any response.
Zhao San escaped and flew in the cold night wind. However, a black shadow suddenly jumped down from the building in midair.
The shadow raised his saber and took away Zhao San's head.
After the shadow landed on the ground, a crisp "ding" sound came from his body.
The silhouette opened the sphere, and there were four words on it: Mission complete.
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