CHAPTER 76: 076 - YOUNG MAN, YOU ARE THE BEST DISCIPLE OF THE RIGHTEOUS DOOR.

First, die. Withdraw the coins from the account and start all over with a new one. Get another face and apprentice myself again under Lin Bai. Who else understands Lin Bai’s tactics better than I do?! What? Just being a good person and acting noble, right? I’ll just have to go through the process again. Training with the Nine-Days True Scripture is faster than any other method. When I return to the Righteous Door, I will still be an unbeatable martial arts master. Once I become a martial arts master, I’ll send those who tricked me, like Lonely Old Man, back to the Novice Village one by one...

Dumbelldore created a tragic atmosphere and was about to drink the poisoned tea when he found his hand empty. He looked again. The teacup was now in Lin Bai’s hand.

"Little Deng, it’s never too late to mend your ways," Lin Bai said, casually tossing the tea onto the ground. "Who doesn’t make mistakes? Being brave enough to admit them makes you a good kid. I forgive you..."

When did you become so generous? Dumbelldore stared at Lin Bai, dumbfounded. Your forgiveness is useless to me! My account is tarnished! Everyone in the world knows I’m a fool!

"Master, I have no face to continue living. Only death can atone for my sins..." Dumbelldore reached for the poisoned tea on the table, determined to play out his tragic role to the end!

"Little Deng, if I’m giving you an out, take it. You Chosen Ones can’t die anyway. It’s quite embarrassing for me to play along with your act," Lin Bai said casually to Dumbelldore.

Dumbelldore froze, startled.

[Resentment from Dumbelldore +1+1+1]

"The disciples of the Righteous Door prioritize moral conduct first, and thick skin second." Lin Bai looked at Dumbelldore with satisfaction and said, "People with thin skin are often tricked in the martial world. A thick skin allows one to eat their fill. You used your Undying Body to put on such a performance in front of me, inadvertently fulfilling the Righteous Door’s second criterion for accepting disciples. Now, even if you wanted to leave, I’d be reluctant to let you go!"

Not to mention Dumbelldore had suddenly evolved into a large power bank. With all the Inner Strength he’d gained from practicing the Nine-Days True Scripture, he could unleash the Dragonfall Palm at least twice. If I didn’t drain him dry, I’d be failing my status as an outstanding disciple of the sixteenth generation of the Righteous Door! Lin Bai had been stringing him along for half a day, not to make him commit suicide. Once you enter the Righteous Door, you’re in for life. You must be prepared to dedicate everything to the Righteous Door...

Thick skin is also a criterion for accepting disciples? Dumbelldore was dumbfounded. But on reflection, it made sense. Having done so many bad things, without such a thick skin, one wouldn’t dare name their Sect the Righteous Door! Wasn’t I thinking of deleting my account precisely because I was too thin-skinned? In a game, who really knows who? If I’m a fool, so be it. What’s face? Once you think it through, it’s trivial! As long as I can gain benefits, that’s all that matters! Who knows how many people are waiting for me to die so they can apprentice themselves to Lin Bai? Such a vast treasure of the Righteous Door awaits me; offending a bunch of Novice Village Players is nothing! I almost fell for their trap...

Lin Bai looked at Dumbelldore with a smile. "Understood?"

"Understood." Dumbelldore placed the poisoned tea back on the table. "Disciple thanks Master for the teachings."

"Disciples of the Righteous Door should set their sights on the world. Those people outside are just trash, worthless—a bunch of buffoons. Their most fitting role is to be stepping stones on your path to success. As I’ve said before, if I truly intended to harm you, why would I teach you such powerful Martial Arts?" Lin Bai stood up, his expression spirited. "Tonight, let us, master and disciple, join forces to rearrange their destinies..."

Rearrange? Destinies? Is this the foundation of the Righteous Door’s confidence? Dumbelldore looked at Lin Bai, his breathing quickening, and nodded firmly. "Yes, rearrange their destinies."

Jimmy Navada’s family watched the impassioned Dumbelldore. Through the haze of their vision, they seemed to see his figure gradually overlapping with that of Dragon Breath. A flicker of sympathy involuntarily appeared in the eyes of the three spirits.

[Confidence from Dumbelldore +1+1+1]

Sensing Dumbelldore’s emotions, Lin Bai inwardly shook his head. With this level of intelligence, he’ll never be more than a power bank!

Lin Bai looked at Dumbelldore. "Little Deng, you harbored ill intentions towards your master tonight, and for that, you must be punished. I originally planned to teach you the complete Dragonfall Palm. For now, I will teach you one stance to handle tonight’s events. Once you’ve mastered this stance, dealing with those riffraff outside will be more than enough. When you truly become one in heart and mind with your master, I will teach you the subsequent Martial Arts."

"As I should be." A wave of disappointment and bitterness washed over Dumbelldore. The thought that he could have learned the entire Dragonfall Palm tonight made his fury towards Lonely Old Man, who was responsible for this, intensify.

「Dumbelldore’s livestream signal cut out.」

Upon receiving this news, Lonely Old Man’s expression darkened. He logged off to watch the replay. When he came back online, his face was exceptionally grim. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Chef’s Divine Food Stall. "Why in the world does an idiot like Dumbelldore exist? Lin Bai is obviously toying with him, and he can’t even see it..."

"What happened?" asked Mad Man.

Lonely Old Man said, "Old Mad, Dumbelldore has likely betrayed us. Our plan has been exposed..."

"Exposed?" Mad Man was stunned. "What do we do?"

"We attack!" Lonely Old Man gritted his teeth. "It’s my fault. I should have realized that someone like Dumbelldore, who willingly endures an NPC’s torment without resisting, wouldn’t have the intelligence. It’s pathetic how he’s being led around by the nose by an NPC. He’s a real disgrace to Players."

"Old Lonely, since the plan is compromised, shouldn’t we retreat for now?" Bitter Melon Vine suggested.

"Retreat, my ass! At worst, he just didn’t drink the poison," Lonely Old Man snapped. "I’ve already announced it on the forums. If we retreat today, the Players in Jiamucheng will become a complete joke. They might as well delete their accounts and quit. Besides, with that idiot Dumbelldore around, do you think Lin Bai won’t retaliate later? We have no escape route. Today, either Lin Bai dies, or we delete our accounts and quit the game! Otherwise, we’ll just have to live like dogs in Jiamucheng from now on. MBD, what a crappy rule that you can’t change your Novice Village once selected..."

"Old Lonely, when you complain about having no escape route, you’re already thinking of failure," Mad Man glanced at Lonely Old Man, frowned, and reminded him in a private message.

"..." Lonely Old Man paused. "You’re right. I was wrong. I shouldn’t be considering an escape route. We fight to the bitter end."

Looking at the brightly lit Chef’s Divine Food Stall, Lonely Old Man took a deep breath, rallied his spirits, and began assigning tasks. "Silver, command a team of new accounts to set fire to Chef’s Divine Food Stall and smoke Lin Bai out. Iron-Headed Immortal, take thirty new accounts and aim your crossbows at the entrance. The moment Lin Bai appears, fire immediately! Brothers from the first and second closed beta tests, find your positions, log off and watch the livestream. Coordinate like we did when hunting Beasts, and use the login bug to ambush at any time. Remember, once you’re pulled into combat, you can’t log off. You only get one chance to ambush, so time it perfectly. Don’t be afraid of losing Levels. Lin Bai is the biggest boss in Jiamucheng. Killing him will surely grant a lot of experience; we can make up our Levels. Victory or defeat hinges on this. We must succeed; failure is not an option! We’ll wear him down even if it takes everything, and fight for the pride of Jiamucheng’s Players!"

"Brother Lin, they’re piling firewood outside! They want to burn the house down!" Song Ling was the first to notice the situation. Painful memories surged through her mind, and the black qi around her body roiled, making it difficult to maintain her human form.

"Don’t be afraid, they can’t burn it down!" Lin Bai smiled, shook his head, and then looked at Dumbelldore. "Little Deng, have you learned the stance?"

Dumbelldore nodded and asked, puzzled, "Master, why does the Golden Middle Cover you taught me only protect my stomach?"

"Naturally, it’s to make attacking easier. If it covered you completely, how would that be different from a turtle? We’re the Righteous Door; we attack people. We’re not the Turtle Gate. Protecting your vital spots is sufficient," Lin Bai explained, glancing at Dumbelldore.

Dumbelldore looked down at the shimmering Golden Middle Cover on his body, his expression darkening. Isn’t this just a damn turtle shell? And he still says this isn’t the Turtle Gate?

However, it was better than nothing! Master not only taught me an offensive stance but also a defensive Cultivation Technique. All the grievances from these past days were worth it! After holding back for so many days, I finally feel like I’m playing a game!

A flash of excitement lit up Dumbelldore’s eyes. "Master, I’ll go now!"

"Go!" Lin Bai nodded. "Target the ones with crossbows first, then the arsonists. Don’t be afraid. Their Inner Strength isn’t as high as yours. With your current abilities, you can sweep through a large number of them. Besides, Old Jimmy’s family will provide cover for you."

"Boss, we can’t get out!" Jimmy Navada said, after a moment’s hesitation, speaking honestly.

Lin Bai picked up two iron bowls from the table and struck them together. "Old Jimmy, I’ve had weapons prepared for you since the day this eatery opened. Remember how you used to toss Dragon Breath out? Bowls are certainly lighter than Dragon Breath! Take these bowls and hurl them with all your might. With your strength, I guarantee each bowl will take down one of those youngsters."

"..." Jimmy Navada stared blankly at all the iron bowls in the eatery.

He was dazed. It felt as if he had missed out on so much!

Lin Bai handed a bowl to Jimmy Navada, encouraging him, "Old Jimmy, they’re about to burn your house down. You’ll be protecting our home. If you don’t dare to strike against these invading Chosen Ones now, will you dare to face Daoist Master Li in the future? Start cultivating your courage from this moment. Remember, this is a battle for justice! The Chosen Ones aren’t human; you don’t need to worry at all about becoming a fierce ghost or your clothes turning into my attire..."