Chapter 1196: Zhang Youling's Interesting Life

Everyone was still somewhat hesitant. After all, having lived in a peaceful society on Earth, it would take a huge amount of determination for them to risk their lives and fight.

Akina Mountain Speed stated, "I've said all I can. This is the greatest opportunity you'll ever get. You usually look at forum screenshots, watching the tear-filled sagas of past civilizations, but when it's your turn to step up, you hesitate... You should understand that we ultimately cannot rely on Caroline, the Three Pillar Gods, or Emperor Qi's civilizations. They represent the Buddhist and Daoist civilizations of the old era, the legacy of old Earthlings, which we revived... but we must forge our own path, for our contemporary people, the fourth era of extraordinary civilization!"

Everyone understood what Akina Mountain Speed meant. The opening of a path, the rise of a civilization, requires the efforts of generations.

"I understand! I'm joining now!""Brothers, let's go! Not just for civilization, but for ourselves! If we continue like this, we'll never have the chance to become true powerhouses!""Ninth-tier to enlightenment, Tenth-tier to ultimate truth, charge forward!""For our ancestors, for our future! I offer my blood to Xuanyuan!!""Kill!"

Countless netizens roared, their blood boiling.

Meanwhile, some onlookers were completely exasperated. "Can you bystanders please calm down? You're shouting so passionately, it's as if you're the ones going to participate... You can't even get into the game, okay?"

Finally, registration began on this side, with a rustle of sign-ups.

On the other side, Akina Mountain Speed also approached Caroline. After all, having the Tower World vacate some of its population was a huge undertaking and a significant loss of resources.

"You want to take a group of people beyond the Chaos Heavens ahead of schedule?" Caroline asked. She was still pursuing the Tenth-tier path, but she knew Emperor Qi had already stepped into that mysterious land.

"Yes," Akina Mountain Speed replied righteously. "We urgently need a group of people, and even the progenitor of the small televisions. This is a task from the Primordial God."

Upon hearing it was a task from the Primordial God, Caroline's displeased expression softened slightly. After pondering for a moment, she said, "Very well. In any case, it doesn't harm my foundation, and there are more than enough small televisions left here to serve as backups for a long time."

Akina Mountain Speed smiled, "Thank you for your understanding, My Lady." After all, the Primordial God's task was indeed correct, it just concerned that little fatty...

Soon, Akina Mountain Speed directly led a group of people, and with Emperor Qi's help, they returned beyond the Chaos Heavens, re-entering the dojo.

"It's almost time; it should be starting soon." Akina Mountain Speed looked at the person still fishing on the beach. "Their fishing technique is exceptionally skilled. While others caught big prizes by luck, they did so by skill... Even with sealed memories, some abilities are ingrained. If we place it where they're fishing, they should be able to reel it in."

Zhang Youling was still fishing, his plump figure sitting honestly and amiably under an umbrella, fishing by the shore.

"Senior Brother, if we fish up another clay pot this time, let's not open it. It's too much of a loss," murmured a junior brother nearby, looking distressed.

"Yeah, let's not open it. If it's another empty pot, we'll be in trouble," Zhang Fatty said with an honest smile, continuing to fish at the edge of the beach. He didn't believe he would fish up something good a second time; the probability was too low. How could that mysterious sense of opportunity appear twice in a row?

The water rippled slightly. Zhang Youling's brow twitched, and he suddenly hooked.

*Splash.*

Another clay pot appeared before his eyes, reeled in. His junior brothers nearby were utterly excited.

"Another hit! Another hit!""The base rate for a clay pot is low, but only highly skilled fishers who strategically cast their lines can achieve a success rate of 3 to 5. Considering how many Senior Brother has caught, his skill level has already reached that of the most adept experts!"

Everyone around was flattering him, but Zhang Youling's face stiffened. He again had an inexplicable feeling that this clay pot contained a special, valuable aura.

"How did this happen again?" He was both delighted and startled, his expression slightly off. He had just said he would sell it; now, how could he explain? If there was a treasure, and he secretly took it, it would surely appear as another empty pot, which would be incredibly embarrassing!

Zhang Youling took a deep breath and looked at the clay pot. "My dear junior brothers, I feel that after being so unlucky last time, it won't be as bad this time. How about we open it again and see what's inside? After all, it's rumored that the two latest lucky individuals opened pots containing heaven-defying bloodlines, which is truly incredible."

"Open this one too?" The expressions of several junior brothers around him immediately changed. "Senior Brother Zhang, we didn't mind opening the last one to try our luck, but if we continue like this without recouping our principal, and if this second haul goes wrong, we'll be completely out of funds and unable to continue fishing. All of our family fortunes will be lost!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Zhang, you're too much of a gambler, you've gotten carried away! If this doesn't make us rich, we'll lose everything!" The junior brothers beside him couldn't help but say. They had pooled their money to come here and fish. If they lost everything, centuries of their earnings would be gone. A deity's lifespan is less than a thousand years, meaning all their lifelong savings would vanish, and their lives would have been for naught. How could they possibly accept that?

Zhang Fatty also sighed, knowing he had to make some sacrifice. He couldn't help but say, "My dear junior brothers, how about this? I'll personally buy this clay pot from you to compensate you all."

"You've really gotten carried away!" Instantly, the junior brothers around him showed surprised expressions. "Can an ordinary deity like you really afford this much money? It's not like last time. Now that someone has opened a pot containing a heaven-defying bloodline from an ancient relic, the price has soared over thirtyfold. Even if we sold everything we own, we couldn't afford one of these clay pots..."

Right now, if they just sold this clay pot, they would become instantly rich!

Zhang Fatty silently took out his spatial pouch and handed it to them. The others opened it and their expressions changed slightly. They hadn't expected Senior Brother Zhang to be so secretly wealthy, hiding his true extent so deeply that even their master might not compare...

"I still revealed some of my true hand..." Zhang Youling felt uneasy. He had always instinctively believed in staying low-key and unremarkable, but in reality, his wealth was astonishingly vast. Over the years, he had encountered endless fortunate circumstances, far surpassing even a Ninth-tier enlightened being, yet he had always shown only his superficial assets.

"Alright then," a few junior brothers said, a peculiar glint in their eyes, before suddenly chuckling, "This isn't the place to open the pot. Let's get a room and see what treasure we've got this time."

The group rented a room, then, full of expectation, opened the clay pot. It was still completely empty.

Everyone was stunned. How unlucky could one be to get two empty pots in a row? There wasn't even a piece of clothing, an everyday trinket, or an ornament inside?

"Senior Brother Zhang, my condolences.""Indeed, I said before that it shouldn't be opened."

Discussions arose around him, but they still calmly accepted the spatial ring, as Zhang Fatty had bought it at market price.

Zhang Fatty, however, forced a bitter smile and clasped his hands towards his junior brothers. "Everyone, I've lost everything. I'm disheartened and don't plan to continue fishing here." His junior brothers immediately tried to dissuade him, saying they could still pool money for him. After all, fishing even once was profitable, and Senior Brother Zhang's methods were too superior, difficult for even some enlightened beings to match...

But Zhang Fatty politely declined their offers and took the opportunity to leave the fishing grounds. As he began his journey back, he pulled out a decayed white clay small television from the pot. He read the information within, completely bewildered. "What is this? Another clay sculpture? 'Warcraft'? Following the guidance, can I inherit the Elven Ancient Tree? Can I possess an elven base, build Trees of War, hero altars, and conquer the multiverse? Achieve the position of an unrivaled Saint?"

"Night Ancient Tree... also a fruit tree. Could it possibly be related to my Ginseng Fruit?" He felt that this mysterious Night Elf Ancient Tree might be connected to the enigmatic ancient entity described as "the immortal abode of gods, living as long as the heavens."