Chapter 1682 - 426: Reminiscing in Snow Valley’s Warm Springs, Encountering Old Friends in Jile’s Lantern Light (Part 2)

Chapter 1682: Chapter 426: Reminiscing in Snow Valley’s Warm Springs, Encountering Old Friends in Jile’s Lantern Light (Part 2)

"Your teammates are indeed remarkable. Previously, most of the posts about Jile Players depicted them as scheming against each other and stabbing each other in the back. It’s rare to see a Life Soul Team like yours, united as one. Today, you witnessed it yourself; to save you, they willingly charged forward, knowing it was a dead end, fully prepared to face death... These brothers of yours, you didn’t lead them in vain."

As he spoke, he patted Yang Xiu’s shoulder:

"The rewards from Death Space have long been outdated, but once emotions are involved, they’re hard to shake off. You need to think it through yourself. The guild here, the boss has always kept a place for you, and those brothers from back in the day have been thinking about you. Whenever you decide to return, just give a shout."

Yang Xiu nodded, feeling a warm flow within his heart, yet mixed with deeper complex emotions.

He looked up again and gulped down a large sip of the icy-hot Spiritual Wine, seemingly trying to swallow these chaotic thoughts altogether.

Wu Xing’s words, Yang Xiu could understand.

The Death Space trial, in the eyes of veteran players, was once a hard-to-hit opportunity for a big payout.

Clearing a trial could yield significant sacrificial power rewards, with the rewards settled upon death.

This converted all the enhanced attributes from the Jile Player era into sacrificial power.

But that’s all old news now.

Today’s Death Space is more suited for those just starting out or graduating from the Ah Le Training Camp.

Maximizing rewards means clearing the trial and settling immediately upon entering the Monster World.

By doing this, one can return to the village with ample sacrificial power and pursue other growth paths.

Truly, very few players will follow a single path to the end.

Ultimately, it’s just a stage in the growth journey.

The Player Faction is developing, and ways to earn rewards are increasing.

With the current yield from the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, it has long surpassed those from Death Space.

The Earth Thought Bully’s Black Tide Army and the Insect Race Army deliver resources daily, coupled with occasional cross-regional node campaigns, and even following the Bully to open cross-border space dungeons.

These combined rewards far exceed those from two years ago.

Back then, players were weak, Bullies were poor, and everyone was fighting in low-end arenas, unable to compare with Death Space’s benefits.

Yang Xiu looked at the bubbling Spirit Food in the pot, the steam blurring his expression.

He undoubtedly understood that returning to the Divine Hall Guild was the optimal choice.

Thinking of this, he shook his head:

"Old Wu, some choices have never been evaluated purely by profit."

Wu Xing fell silent, took the wine gourd, and took a swig as the spicy liquid slid down his throat.

Yang Xiu continued at this time:

"Old Wu, over the past two years in Death Space, I’ve thought about a lot, and you say, what do we play games for?"

He paused and continued:

"Before, I thought it was about getting stronger, improving skills, opening Star Veins, earning sacrificial power... Those were sources of happiness. But later, I realized, in this brief hundred-year life, what we fight for in games doesn’t necessarily have to be about winning or losing."

"Look at those Exploration Faction players; they traverse mountains and waters, documenting the scenery, studying plants and histories of each area... What do they seek? Isn’t it the journey itself, the awe only felt through one’s own eyes, and the joy upon discovering unknown new things."

"Profit is important, but it shouldn’t be the standard for measuring everything. Sometimes, the scenery along the way, the companionship, those unquantifiable experiences and emotions make our gaming journey unique... Perhaps when we can no longer play games in the future, these memories can accompany us to the end of life."

Wu Xing was taken aback upon hearing this, opened his mouth, and chose to continue listening to Yang Xiu.

"In Death Space, I led them to struggle for survival, watched them grow from ignorance to resilience, entrusting life and death to each other... This journey, for me, may already be an invaluable harvest. What do you say, Old Wu."

Facing the question, Wu Xing wiped his mouth and laughed, cursing:

"If you say so, then it is. I really don’t know how to persuade you. I have many brothers in Divine Hall too, but everyone has an Undying Body; dying doesn’t really feel like anything. You can see them in the village an hour later, and sometimes even gather for a meal at the Colorful Mist Coast... So I can’t really empathize with you. Talk too much, and you’d think I’m pretending."

After saying this, he strongly patted Yang Xiu’s shoulder:

"Alright, I won’t try to persuade you any longer. If you can’t let go, then keep leading them to explore. If you need help, just give a shout. Don’t risk messing up like this time."

Yang Xiu also laughed, his smile this time was much more relaxed:

"Don’t worry, despite how weak I look now, there will be plenty of opportunities for rewards in the future. The Jile Player Corps is a key development project of Ah Le. Who knows, there might be a series of welfare updates in the future. The Life Soul Squad I lead is one of the top three ranked teams, and by that time, we might be the first to seize the opportunities, and maybe in the future, I’ll easily surpass you in combat power."

"Wow, quite ambitious, but forget about surpassing us. If you frequent the forums, you’d know how well Divine Hall is doing now; it’s not even on the same level as Death Space."

"Is it really that impressive?" Yang Xiu raised an eyebrow.

"Of course," Wu Xing asserted.

"Transfer me ten thousand sacrificial power for a demonstration; I’m giving you the chance to show off, you better seize it."

"You rascal..." Wu Xing spouted a mouthful of wine, then laughed and cursed while punching Yang Xiu’s chest.

Yang Xiu also laughed heartily, then raised his wine gourd:

"Enough talk, let’s drink!"

The two gourds clinked in the air, making a crisp sound.