Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Among these twenty-seven players, aside from the first name Cao Yifei had written, the rest had joined the Immortal God Sect in the game purely to undergo Class Change.

They didn’t even know much about the Immortal God Sect. Some were like Wei Ran—they didn’t even read the news.

Yang Ling had Chief Constable Wang take that heretic cultist player away, then led the remaining players into the inner room.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Ling swept his gaze across the crowd.

“I’ve already explained everything about the Immortal God Sect clearly. Do any of you still have objections?”

The players present were shocked to their core. They had never imagined the Immortal God Sect was tangled up with the Rong tribe.

If that were really the case, even if they didn’t die today, they’d still end up dead because of the Immortal God Sect down the line.

“Rank One Yang, we don’t have any objections anymore.”

One of the players gave a bitter smile.

All the players felt the same dread. Their number one goal in the Divine Realm was simply to survive.

To survive with at least a bit of quality.

With their previous levels, they could have lived perfectly well without the Immortal God Sect.

Every single one of them was far stronger than in the real world. Even working as a manual laborer in Tingjiang City, they wouldn’t starve. Eating at a restaurant every three to five days was no problem.

“Your names are now in the Ironclad Department’s records, and I can’t easily change or delete them.”

“But I’ll make a note that you’re my informants. As long as I hold my position, no one will come looking for trouble with you.”

Yang Ling said.

The players instantly felt a wave of relief.

A female player asked curiously, “Rank One Yang, what if one day you’re no longer in your position...”

“Then that means I’m either dead or someone has crippled me. My enemies will take the chance to come after you, and you’ll have to look out for yourselves.”

Yang Ling smiled.

The female player’s face flushed with embarrassment, but a flicker of fear stirred in her heart.

Cao Yifei and the others’ hearts stirred. They were now tied to Yang Ling.

Strangely enough, they weren’t unhappy about it. If anything, they felt a hint of excitement.

“Director Yang, what do you need us to do in Tingjiang City next?”

Cao Yifei cupped his fists.

“Keep an eye on the Immortal God Sect. Don’t let them rise from the ashes.”

Yang Ling said. “Other than that, just level up. The higher your level, the higher your stats.

That’s your only standard for survival in the Divine Realm.”

As he spoke, Yang Ling glanced at the other four. They, like Cao Yifei, were core members of the Azure Dragon Guild.

“Why does your Azure Dragon Guild only have five people? Can’t other players join you?”

Cao Yifei’s face showed embarrassment as he stammered, unable to answer.

The other four also looked guilty.

The reason was obvious: they wanted to establish a hierarchy based on seniority and keep the resources in their own hands.

“Remember this—we’ve all just arrived here. Even the first batch of players who entered the Divine Realm haven’t been in for a full year yet.”

Yang Ling said seriously. “If we don’t support each other, how will we cope if the Divine Realm’s rules suddenly change one day?

What if the natives of the Divine Realm suddenly wake up, realize we have no roots or background, and decide to wipe us out as Rong tribe spies?”

The players present paled.

“You should have noticed it too—it’s very likely that, under the Divine Realm’s influence, the natives have never questioned our true origins.

They’ve completely ignored how out of place our presence here is.”

Yang Ling mused. “Who can guarantee this situation will last until we die of old age?”

Everyone felt a chill run down their spine.

Cao Yifei said solemnly, “Director Yang, I have a suggestion!”

Yang Ling looked at him. “Speak.”

Cao Yifei pondered for a moment. “Director Yang is the Rank One player among us. Every player can see the Divine Realm Level Ranking.

That means your ability to rally players is absolutely top-tier.

If you were to establish a guild, we could better unite all the players.

By banding together, even if danger comes knocking, we’ll have the strength to handle it.”

At these words, Wei Ran’s eyes lit up.

“Boss, what he said makes sense! You should form a guild, or even create a martial arts sect directly.

Isn’t that how it worked in all those other virtual online games I played before?

Those big shots ranked first could easily form a sect that would be teeming with experts!

"Those big shots ranked first could easily form a sect that would be teeming with experts!"

They had each played at least ten different online games!

That was how they’d managed to gain a foothold in Tingjiang City after entering the Divine Realm, avoiding the harsh life in the outer suburbs.

But never in any game had they ever joined a faction led by the top-ranked player!

In the past, the leaders of their guilds or sects were usually ranked somewhere beyond the top hundred on the server-wide leaderboard.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to join—it was that those factions had limited slots.

The entry requirements were sky-high. Without real skill, there was no chance of getting in.

Now, with this opportunity right in front of them, how could they not be thrilled?

“This matter... I need to discuss it with Lin Caiyi and the others.”

Yang Ling thought for a moment, neither refusing nor agreeing.

In his heart, he actually didn’t want to form any guild.

It would pile a bunch of unwanted responsibilities on him and seriously hinder his leveling.

But if he had Lin Caiyi and the others take the lead in creating a sect or guild...

The problem would solve itself. He could just stay in the background.

And when big issues arose, he could step in to handle them.

“For now, the Ironclad Department’s advancement path still offers the best value for the effort.”

Cao Yifei and the others exchanged glances.

Lin Caiyi!? Wasn’t she the Rank Two player? And a disciple of the Nine Immortals Dao Palace, a first-rate sect!

“Boss, you know the Rank Two player?”

Wei Ran asked in disbelief.

Everyone stared intently at Yang Ling.

The Rank Two player’s level might not be that high, but they all understood the weight of being in a first-rate sect.

In the vast Zhao State, there were only four such first-rate sects!

Each one guarded one of the four cardinal directions—north, south, east, and west.

From the occasional rumors they’d picked up, these four first-rate sects had the power to stand against the Zhao State itself!

“I don’t just know Lin Caiyi.

I also know Jiang Tian’ai, Zhang Shendao, Li Shou, Wu Xiaochen, and Qin Mo.”

“We’re all good friends. All on the same side.”

Yang Ling said with a smile.

Everyone gasped sharply, then relaxed.

These were all the top players on the Divine Realm Level Ranking.

It made sense that they knew each other.

After all, strictly speaking, the top ten on the Divine Realm Level Ranking were the first recognized top-tier circle among all players.

Before meeting Yang Ling today, they’d even thought it was almost impossible to ever see someone from the top ten.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded.

“Director Yang... are you done with your talk?”

Wang Shichang’s voice came from outside the door. Though it sounded calm on the surface, there was a clear note of urgency.

Yang Ling gestured for Cao Yifei to open the door.

Wang Shichang strode in quickly. Seeing the large group of players still there, he hesitated to speak.

“Chief Constable Wang, what’s the situation?”

Yang Ling said. “Speak freely.”

Wang Shichang lowered his voice. “There’s been an incident at the river. A huge fish just swallowed several fishermen and capsized a few fishing boats.”

“Right now, tens of thousands of people have gathered by the riverbank. Someone is taking the opportunity to preach.

They’re saying that because you came to Tingjiang City and arrested the Immortal God Sect’s followers, you’ve angered the gods. Now the gods are raining down divine punishment.”

A glint of murder flashed in Yang Ling’s eyes.

This Shen Shuyan already deserves death!

Yang Ling said, “Wang Shichang, go to the Prefectural Capital and notify Qin Mo. Tell him to bring a hundred constables to Tingjiang City.”

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