Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards

"Hello! Do you want to join us?"

Despite sensing that this freckled-faced white female player’s condition was extremely strange, Wang Zhifan still made a point to inquire about her opinion, not dismissing someone entirely because their behavior resembled a ghost.

"Tsk... why bother with her, bro? She doesn’t seem like a normal person, maybe she’s something bizarre masquerading as a player!"

Beside him, the young man from Xia Country voiced his opinion instantly. Unlike Wang Zhifan, he had been in contact with this exceedingly peculiar foreign female player longer, and realized she was a completely incomprehensible existence, so odd that he couldn’t help but doubt her player status.

Of course, the freckle-faced foreign woman was undoubtedly a player, for a very simple reason: there are no white people in this dungeon world; all the natives resemble ancient people from Xia Country! She could only have entered through a dungeon!

As Wang Zhifan’s voice fell, amidst the complaints and chatter of nearby players, he saw the strange white female player nod almost imperceptibly at him from a distance, then move like a ghost — in almost the blink of an eye, she appeared beside the two.

"Damn! Exactly like a ghost!"

The sunglasses-wearing young man from Xia Country jumped a second time in fright, casting a wary glance at the eerie white woman now so close to him, almost entering a semi-combat state.

But the freckle-faced white woman with short light-golden hair paid no mind to his actions, her gaze fixed on Wang Zhifan, seemingly awaiting his next steps.

"Follow me."

Wang Zhifan, not one to dawdle, then led the two players towards the Martial Venerable Hall.

After they circumvented the crowd and entered through the side door of the Martial Venerable Hall, Wang Zhifan guided the two towards a middle-aged Daoist with a goatee who was responsible for examining the bone structure of a young aspiring student.

This Daoist was Master Xuanzhen, a disciple of Qingyang Daoist, whom Wang Zhifan had met earlier yesterday in the small town at Shenliang Mountain. He was currently on leave after participating in a demon-hunting operation, summoned by Qingyangzi to assist.

Xuanzhen had just finished examining the limbs of a sturdy, copper-skinned twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, tapping his head several times and providing a high appraisal:

"This child has extraordinary bones, a great material for martial arts, allowed to pass!"

As his words fell, the two middle-aged men and women eagerly waiting behind the robust, copper-skinned boy immediately turned joyful, bowing repeatedly and saying, "Thank you, Daoist!" "Thank you, Daoist!"

"No need to thank me! Your child has talent! Quickly enter the hall and wait, let the next one come in!"

With a smiling expression, Xuanzhen stroked his well-kept, dense goatee, ushering those who passed to wait in the hall. However, before the next seeker arrived, he noticed Wang Zhifan approaching with two odd characters.

"Martial Venerable!"

As someone arranged by Qingyangzi to assist, Xuanzhen was well aware the tall young man walking towards him was the master of this Martial Venerable Hall, so he quickly stood up to show respect.

In an instant, the crowd outside the hall gates, separated by the Qingyang Palace guarding youths and other guards, burst into chatter upon hearing the voice, focusing attentively on Wang Zhifan and whispering among themselves.

"That’s the Martial Venerable! He looks so young!"

"According to rumors, the Martial Venerable is a peerless genius, naturally very young! And today, Martial Venerable’s presence is magnificent and heroic, brimming with righteousness, surely capable of leading disciples on the righteous path..."

"My mistake! I thought he was the Martial Venerable’s chief disciple..."

...

"Silence! No noise outside the Martial Venerable Hall! Those who refuse to comply will have their testing privileges revoked!"

...

Amidst the chatter and reprimands from the guards in front of the hall, Wang Zhifan spoke to Xuanzhen about serious matters, informing him of his intention to recommend the two behind him to join Celestial Essence City’s Demon Extermination Squad, claiming those two appeared odd, but were capable of assisting the Daoists in dealing with rampant demons.

Upon hearing him out, Xuanzhen’s gaze seriously swept over the two players behind him, especially lingering half a second longer on the visibly peculiar freckled white woman, hesitating slightly before giving Wang Zhifan a reply:

"Martial Venerable, I plan to lead my disciples to purge demons soon. If you agree, I can incorporate these two into the squad to join the battle..."

From Xuanzhen Daoist’s slightly conflicted expression, it was evident he harbored some reservations about Wang Zhifan’s recommendation of these two, as they appeared problematic. However, Wang Zhifan was currently a prominent figure in both Celestial Essence City and the entire Calamity Realm, having provided significant aid during combat, virtually a lifesaver, leaving Xuanzhen no choice but to accept Wang Zhifan’s request.

"Then I must thank Daoist in advance!"

Seeing Xuanzhen’s response, Wang Zhifan hurriedly expressed his gratitude, and to avoid delaying Xuanzhen’s work, quickly led the two players away towards the side hall.

Notably, during this process, he noticed the previously curious expression of the Xia Country sunglasses-wearing young man had turned somewhat dazed, with his mouth agape wide enough to swallow an egg for several seconds, as if his worldview had been shattered by something.

"Bro... you really... are the Martial Venerable? The one mentioned on the notice... the Martial Venerable?"

Upon reaching the empty side hall, this young Xia Country player, utterly shocked, directly removed the sunglasses from his nose bridge and, with an expression like seeing a ghost, questioned Wang Zhifan twice, his voice trembling slightly.

Wang Zhifan, a bit helpless, glanced at him sidelong, replying:

"Yes, didn’t I already tell you before? If you don’t believe me, what can I do?"

"Damn... Martial Venerable, that should be a really badass special title, right? What’s its specific effect? Could you share the strategy to acquire it? I can trade it for rare equipment!"

After a brief shock, the Xia Country player began pondering again, eyes gleaming as he gazed at Wang Zhifan before him, as if he were staring at a dazzling gold mine.

"It’s simple, just hunt demons, as long as you kill enough strong demons, NPCs will automatically grant it to you. As for the effects, well, they differ for everyone, you’ll know when the time comes."

Being puzzled by this fellow, Wang Zhifan quickly threw out a few vague words, diverting his focus away from the topic.

"Where are you residing currently? Once it’s time to hunt demons, I’ll send someone to notify you."

He then prepared to escort the two away from the Martial Venerable Hall, as he noticed several familiar presences in the sky nearby approaching, requiring him to free his hands to greet the incoming visitors.

The young Xia Country player, aware it was time to leave, swiftly arranged contact information with Wang Zhifan and exited through the side door. The peculiar freckled white woman departed even more briskly, without saying a word, floating out of the Martial Venerable Hall like a ghost.

"This woman merits my attention... hopefully, I’m overthinking."

Externally appearing amicable towards the peculiar woman, Wang Zhifan actually harbored doubts about her identity being suspicious, thus deciding to draw closer.

Yet at the moment, these matters wouldn’t find resolution immediately. As the two players left only moments earlier, several extraordinary scholars dressed in resplendent attire descended outside the Martial Venerable Hall, one of whom voiced flamboyantly:

"Martial Venerable! Our humble scholar has come to learn the magic of drawing!"

Unquestionably, the arriving individual was the Scholar of Qingfeng, super-innate of the Confucian sect, whom Wang Zhifan had met just the day before. This fellow, surprisingly, brought a few companions over at this juncture.

"Goodness... is this guy still fixated on my Memory Capturing Skill?"

Internally griping, Wang Zhifan quickly went out to greet them, his gaze subtly flicking momentarily towards another direction in the sky.

In that direction, a young black-clad woman with splendid dragon horns on her forehead was gracefully flying in from afar.