84: The natives eat meat, the professionals drink soup, and the players just watch?

Green Grass brought quite a few people, and they had obtained intelligence in advance, preparing tools for mining.

The search parties found several mine shafts nearby, and after some digging, they finally found a clear, man-made tunnel that went straight down, with dark bricks and tiles appearing quite extraordinary.

"We found it!"

Even with Jie Liuhang's Heart-Nature, he let out a genuine laugh at this moment. Once they obtained the Golden Core Legacy, their Green Grass would have a significant advantage, and the future benefits it could create would be countless.

"Captain, the Cultivation Technique I practice is reacting. It's definitely related to the Legacy down there!"

The soul-transmigrated player also had a joyful expression. He practiced a seventh-grade Cultivation Technique bestowed by the Golden Core. Their Dao Lineages matched, and he now felt a resonance, guiding him on his way.

Without this player, Green Grass, even with the intelligence, would never have been able to find the correct location of the secret treasure.

"Good!"

Jie Liuhang smiled, feeling fortunate in his heart.

After discovering the immense importance of Dao Lineage Legacy in the Xuanhuan World, he thought about spending money to buy intelligence, preferably to find a soul-transmigrated player, to seek out the Golden Core's inheritance.

Fortunately, one of their own Green Grass members had soul transmigrated, which ensured secrecy. They could quietly open the secret treasure and seize the Opportunity within.

"Everyone..."

Jie Liuhang was about to give the order to enter the mine when he suddenly froze, his body swaying, narrowly dodging a sapphire blue glow.

It was a torrent of water, moving very fast. After missing its target and striking the ground, it actually broke through a layer and plunged straight down, like a missile.

The Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the Green Grass team immediately leaped out, looking around, and finally saw the enemy.

Hundreds of people emerged from the shadows. The leader had a smile on his face, one hand forming a hand seal, and the other holding a light blue folding fan. Water mist swirled around it, and the Spiritual Qi was dense. The previous attack had clearly come from him.

"Zong Zishui?"

Jie Liuhang glanced at him and immediately recognized him: "You're using your real face in the game? So arrogant?"

Zong Zishui looked a little embarrassed: "The higher-ups requested it, nothing I can do..."

As the ace player of the Liu Zhuan club, Zong Zishui's combat power was very impressive, but in "Age of Glory," he was accustomed to using long-range sniping tactics, which were not flashy or eye-catching. His popularity was naturally much lower compared to other players.

This time, with the Xuanhuan World gaining immense popularity, Liu Zhuan's people specifically ordered him to use his real face in the game to boost his popularity and maximize commercial value.

"I didn't expect you to have reached Foundation Establishment?"

Jie Liuhang cautiously looked at Zong Zishui. He instantly understood Liu Zhuan's strategy.

By having Zong Zishui, their ace player, achieve Foundation Establishment first, even if it was just Mortal Foundation, he would have unprecedented suppressive power compared to Qi Refining and Mortals. Even against other clubs' Mortal Foundations, with Zong Zishui's skill, he could steadily overpower them.

Once Liu Zhuan established a firm footing, gathered enough resources, and found good Cultivation Techniques and Qi Gathering Methods, Zong Zishui could restart and aim for the Immortal Foundation.

'This is a strategy specifically targeting the early game. No wonder they came to ambush us. We were indeed outmaneuvered.'

Jie Liuhang gave a look, and the three Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the team immediately rose with the wind and attacked Zong Zishui together.

However, Zong Zishui chuckled. A gust of wind appeared under his feet, and his speed suddenly increased as he retreated. Yet, he completed his hand seal, and with a flick of his folding fan, three torrents of water surged out, steadily striking the enemies. This wasn't all; he immediately followed up with a second hand seal, and a violent waterfall descended from above, overwhelming the three Cultivators.

Jie Liuhang's expression turned very ugly.

Zong Zishui had clearly learned many combat spells. His cultivation progress was unknown for now, but his practical combat operations were extremely skilled, and his spell connections were incredibly natural, without a moment's interruption.

The most critical thing was that his movement technique never stopped. Coupled with various obstructive spells, the distance between him and the three Foundation Establishment Cultivators not only didn't decrease but continuously widened, and his attacks became increasingly leisurely.

One must know that the Xuanhuan World had not been open for very long. It was impossible to have painstakingly practiced techniques. Such a performance could only mean one thing: Zong Zishui's gaming talent was truly exceptional.

However, despite his ugly expression, Jie Liuhang didn't feel too much shock in his heart. After all, they were all professional players; if one didn't have good talent, they couldn't make a living in this field.

He waved his hand, signaling the other Foundation Establishment Cultivators to also move forward and surround the enemy, winning by numbers.

But just then, a hearty laugh suddenly came from not far away:

"How lively! Green Grass and Liu Zhuan are both here. Saves me the trouble of looking for you!"

Jie Liuhang and Zong Zishui's expressions changed simultaneously as they looked in the direction of the sound.

They saw a yellow-haired man leading the way, wearing an ill-fitting Daoist robe, being boisterous and appearing not to be a stable person. Behind him, a thousand people followed in a tumultuous crowd.

They were all familiar faces. Even without their real faces, just from the tone of voice, attire, and boisterous style, Jie Liuhang could recognize that this was Shao Kaitian of Red Rain, a famous rookie ace.

He then looked again. Shao Kaitian was leading himself, with no one accompanying him directly. The other Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Cultivators were behind him, looking like retainers.

"Didn't Wen Xinghai come?"

Zong Zishui called out, disengaging from the encirclement. The Foundation Establishment Cultivators also returned to the Green Grass team.

"The captain told me to bring people to gang up on you guys."

Shao Kaitian laughed heartily: "We have more people, more Qi Refining, more Foundation Establishment, and we brought some Talismans. Both of you, hand over the person who cultivates the Golden Core Dao Lineage. It will make it easier for our Red Rain to open the secret treasure."

Red Rain's captain was named Wen Xinghai. His combat ability was not particularly strong, but he was very skilled at strategizing and commanding. He was the core figure of Red Rain and someone other clubs disliked provoking.

At this moment, he was the mantis stalking the cicada, using his numerical advantage to suppress both sides, making the expressions of Green Grass and Liu Zhuan turn ugly.

Jie Liuhang's mind raced:

'Shao Kaitian can't keep a secret. The way he said it, Red Rain clearly doesn't have a key to open the door, and they must rely on our soul-transmigrated player. So no matter how we negotiate, we'll still get a share.'

Zong Zishui also looked towards Jie Liuhang.

'Red Rain certainly has more people, but without a key, they still have to rely on our two families. This can be discussed.'

All three families had intelligence and clearly knew that to open the secret treasure left by the Golden Core, a key was necessary.

This key referred to a Cultivator, a Cultivator who practiced the Golden Core Legacy. Only a Cultivation Technique of the same origin could activate the hidden mechanism and open the secret treasure. It was a very Xuanhuan concept, but also very easy to understand.

At this moment, all three parties sat down to negotiate properly... In the distance.

The Mage was hidden behind a rock formation, seeing the three clubs appear one after another, and his heart felt utterly cold.

'The natives get the meat, the professionals get the soup, and we ordinary players are only fit to watch?'