Team task
"Disciples, go ahead!"
He Yiming's voice carried across the sect.
"This Sect Master believes in you! As long as everyone works hard for the sect, I will not limit you from using any method. Now go!"
With a smile, He Yiming turned and walked toward the spirit field.
He still couldn't understand how the players had managed to ripen the Spirit Grass so quickly. Even with his perfect control over the Azure Emperor Immortal Body, accelerating the growth process would have taken him at least ten days. Yet, these players, who were only at the Body Forging Realm and had barely scratched the surface of the Azure Emperor Immortal Body's power, had done it in a single day.
As he stepped into the spirit field, the answer became clear.
Not only had the players been cooking shit… they had been cultivating with it.
Beside the spirit field, Beef Noodle was expertly dumping bags of processed manure into an alchemy furnace. The furnace hummed, refining the foul-smelling substance into glowing brownish pills.
He Yiming's expression stiffened. He watched as players crushed the manure into paste and combined it with the energy of the Azure Emperor Immortal Body to accelerate the germination of Spirit Grass seeds.
"It actually works?"
He Yiming felt his understanding of cultivation crack just a little. For four years, he had studied at Haotian Academy, memorizing its strict doctrines. And yet, these players had subverted centuries of alchemy and farming knowledge with the simplest of logic.
Manure was a natural fertilizer. The Azure Emperor Immortal Body accelerated plant growth.
Together, they turned a process that normally took a month into a single hour.
On some level… it made sense.
Shaking his head, He Yiming let out a small sigh and turned away. The sect needed more spirit fields and more Spirit Grass. As strange as this method was, he had no reason to stop them.
But there was one thing he had to address.
The smell.
Summoning the players once more, He Yiming walked toward a large, newly placed machine.
"Why did Brother Ming call us over again?"
"Look at that thing! What is it?"
"Shhh, he's about to explain!"
Excited murmurs spread among the players as they gathered.
"Disciples," He Yiming began, patting the side of the massive device, "you have successfully cultivated the spirit fields and sprouted the seeds. This Sect Master is very satisfied. However, the sect still needs much work. This machine is called a masonry cutter. I will show you how to operate it shortly."
A few players glanced at each other in confusion.
He Yiming continued. "From now on, the sect will enter the next phase of reconstruction. I am assigning new tasks. Each of you will use this machine to contribute to the sect's growth."
A system notification appeared before all the players.
[Zongmen Mission: Build the Kitchen]
[Team Mission: Maximum of 10 players]
[Goal: Using the blueprint, construct a fully functional kitchen.]
[Reward: 1000 Contribution Points (shared equally)]
[Zongmen Mission: Build the Dormitory]
[Team Mission: Maximum of 10 players]
[Goal: Construct a dormitory using the provided blueprint.]
[Reward: 1000 Contribution Points (shared equally)]
[Zongmen Mission: Construct the Main Road]
[Zongmen Mission: Build a Refinery Room for Spirit Grass Fertilizer]
[Zongmen Mission: Build a Warehouse]
He Yiming sighed as he released five team-based missions. The dormitory was essential to provide disciples with a safe space to rest and log out. The main road would connect key areas of the sect, including reserved spots for future buildings like the Alchemy Pavilion and Forging Hall.
And most importantly…
The Spirit Grass Fertilizer Refining Room.
A specialized facility dedicated to the unfortunate ones ,cooking shit. If players continued their refining process in the Sect Square, the entire sect would soon be uninhabitable.
"Wait, we can build stuff now?"
"This is amazing! Let's go!"
"Finally, time to show off my construction skills!"
"Team mission? Hell yes!"
The players erupted in excitement. Among them, one player's eyes gleamed. His ID: [MC Myth].
Few knew that in the real world, MC Myth was a Minecraft 3 veteran,a legendary player renowned for his massive, intricate builds.
He didn't see a masonry cutter.
He saw a creation machine.
"I'll log off real quick and bring back some of my old blueprints…" MC Myth muttered, making his way toward the logout point.
Meanwhile, the other players wasted no time forming teams.
"The kitchen group is open! Join us!"
"Team Star is taking two projects! We guarantee efficiency!"
"Me, me! I want in!"
Within moments, construction was in full swing. Groups took the blueprints He Yiming provided and began using the masonry cutter. Others spread out, gathering materials.
The sect had been abandoned for a hundred years, leaving rubble scattered across the grounds,perfect for repurposing. And if they needed more? The mountain itself was an endless supply of stone, waiting to be mined.
Three main groups emerged.
Some players remained focused on hunting War Hunchback Beasts. Others, like Farm Master, dedicated themselves to cultivating the spirit fields.
But the largest group?
They had thrown themselves into construction with full force.
"Stack those bricks over here!"
"Faster, we need to finish this section before sunset!"
"The road is done! Move to the next area!"
The masonry cutter made the process absurdly efficient. Perfectly shaped bricks were produced instantly, leaving players to simply stack and arrange them.
By the time the sun began to dip below the mountains, entire buildings had risen from the ground. Kitchens, warehouses, dormitories,completed in less than half a day.
"The speed is incredible," He Yiming muttered in amazement.
But before he could enjoy the sight for long…
"Brother Ming, bad news!"
A group of players sprinted out of the Hall of Resurrection, their faces filled with panic.
"We were attacked!"
He Yiming's expression hardened.
"Attacked?"