“Hmm, there's a powerful spirit beast at the late stage of the Spiritual Vein Realm here...”
“Over there, a large group of pack beasts resides...”
“There's actually a Spirit Spring here? There must be plenty of spirit herbs around!”
He Yiming stood on his flying sword, soaring through the sky. As he flew, he pulled out a scroll and began to quickly jot down the details of his observations.
“Roar! Roar!” Occasionally, flying beasts detected He Yiming's presence and directly shot towards him.
“Thunderclap Spell!!!” He Yiming raised his hand, and the roar of thunder echoed as a bolt of lightning struck, instantly obliterating the beast!
He Yiming was now in the outermost area of the Ten Thousand Mountains. The most powerful beast he had encountered so far was at the late stage of the Spiritual Vein Realm and was acting alone.
Given that He Yiming had already defeated deep-sea king Ronar, a being in the Foundation Establishment Realm, he wasn't worried about these beasts at all.
In just one afternoon, He Yiming had traveled fifty miles, mapping out the locations of important spots and the habitats of spirit beasts along the way.
Of course, since he was flying, there may have been some gaps in his coverage.
But it didn't matter!
He Yiming was confident that with the way players tended to explore, nothing valuable would be missed.
When he returned, he was soon spotted by a few players.
“Boss Ming's back!”
With a shout, several players immediately gathered around.
“Boss Ming, we've killed so many beasts!”
“Boss Ming, we've mined a ton of spirit stones, the boxes are almost full!”
“Boss Ming, wanna try some Five-Spice Skewers? They're made with five different types of beast meat, and they're so tasty!”
The players were bragging excitedly, with a few handing over skewers to He Yiming.
“These players are really something else!” He Yiming took a bite of the skewers and glanced around.
In less than half a day, a massive camp centered around the Lingwu Battle Car had been set up.
To the west was a food street, with five or six shops running simultaneously, selling hotpot, spicy skewers, and a variety of other foods.
There were also many new food creations emerging.
“Chef, ten black panther meat buns to-go!”
“Got it!”
“Can we eat the skewers now?”
“Wait a few more minutes, let the meat cook through!”
“Damn, I went to grab some buns and you guys ate all the meat?”
“Hurry, put more on the grill!”
At least twenty players were gathered there, feasting away.
He Yiming even suspected that some players had been eating non-stop since they logged in.
He was about to ask them—are you guys here to cultivate, or are you just here for the food?
To the east, rows of shelves and makeshift workbenches had been set up.
Several crafting experts were skillfully forging weapons and assembling armor. Every time they finished a piece, they hung it on a shelf.
Occasionally, a player would return, greet the group, grab a new weapon or piece of armor, and leave behind any damaged ones.
To the south was a small, open flat area.
“Damn it, this isn't how you open the Eight Gates of Dunjia! Do it again from the start!”
“Eight Gates of Dunjia, open!”
“Ugh, Lu Fei, you don't have to strike that pose, it's so embarrassing!”
“What are you talking about? The stance is essential! Without it, the power is cut by half, it's basic knowledge!”
“Huh??”
“You guys don't get it, Lu Fei's strategy is to reverse the technique's flow, and he needs the pose to distract the enemy and cover his movements, instant kill! Only Lu Fei can do this!”
Wang Lufei was leading a group of seven or eight players, repeatedly practicing the Eight Gates of Dunjia.
Inside the Lingwu Battle Car's dormitory, over twenty players were lying in their beds, motionless and deeply asleep.
These players weren't actually sleeping; they had logged off.
After all, except for players like Niu Roumian, who could grind for 16 hours a day, most players were only able to stay online for a solid 8 hours a day.
“Players really do have their advantages,” He Yiming thought, observing this scene.
If these were cultivators from this world, even with numbers on their side, if they were part of the Northern Expedition...
They would face life-or-death battles every day!
Every time they returned to camp, there would be fewer comrades left.
With the accumulated wounds from battle, their spirits would weigh heavy.
Imagine the atmosphere among cultivators under such conditions.
But players were entirely different!
Dead?
They could respawn anytime!
Injured?
He Yiming had seen a player with a head smashed flat, still chatting and joking with others.
Feeling down?
He Yiming believed that maybe, in real life, players might be suppressing their emotions.
But once they came to this world, hunting monsters, eating feasts, and dying together with their friends—
Every one of these players radiated true joy and happiness.
He Yiming, feeling the lively atmosphere, couldn't help but glance back at the distant mountains.
Yep, this wasn't a dream.
He was indeed at the outer edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains, and the distant sound of beast roars still echoed faintly.
Only players could be so arrogant and carefree at the outskirts of such a dangerous region, right?
It didn't feel like a Northern Expedition.
It felt more like a casual outing.
Shaking his head and not thinking further, He Yiming issued a system notice. Soon, all the players gathered around.
The players who had been out fighting returned quickly, and those who had logged off received the notice and immediately logged back in.
“All disciples!”
He Yiming praised the players for their efforts before pulling out a large map.
“This is the map I surveyed today. Here, powerful spirit beasts are stationed. There, a pack of spirit beasts resides...” He Yiming pointed to the map and gave an explanation, and the players immediately understood.
At the same time, He Yiming used the system to send a screenshot of the map to each player.
Now, players could refer to the map anytime they needed.
“With the map, this will be much easier!” Starry's eyes lit up as he quickly took out a scroll and a feather pen to begin formulating a battle strategy.
As the evening approached, the sky darkened.
He Yiming knew that with the players' current abilities, a night attack would be risky.
However, time was limited. Although it was only the first day of the Northern Expedition, the night could not be wasted!
Thus, He Yiming made a decision:
Night raid!
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