All My Disciples Suck!

Chapter 48. Let’s get fucking high

"Chariot?" He Yiming was slightly startled, and then he was overjoyed after seeing it himself.

It looked like this chariot was only five or six meters long and wide, but it had an opening on it. Stepping into the carriage, it turned out to be a space 100 meters long and wide; warehouses, dormitories, even restaurants and kitchens were available.

The most amazing thing was that there was even a mini resurrection room, which could resurrect up to three players at the same time every 10 minutes.

If too many players died at the same time, other players would have to wait in line for resurrection.

This was definitely the best thing for the Northern Expedition. They could take this chariot and go to the Northern Expedition. If they were tired from the fierce battle, they could come and rest in the chariot to recover, eat, and sleep.

In case of hiccups, they could be resurrected in the resurrection room.

There was no need to die and go back to the sect. It's just that the chariot was running on a formation, and every hour, it consumed ten spirit stones.

"Fortunately … Nangong Li gave me five hundred spirit stones, otherwise, my own spirit stones wouldn’t have been  enough!" He Yiming secretly thanked her.

The chariot was bound to He Yiming, so He Yiming waved and put it into the system space.

"Disciples!" He Yiming walked out of the hall and spoke lightly.

"It's about to start! It’s about to start!"

"I've had enough to eat and drink, and I'll be fine and won’t have to go offline for 10 hours, at least!"

"Me too!"

The players were already fully prepared, gearing up, and very excited.

"Today, we will reach the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the north! Fight bloody battles with endless monsters, seize opportunities, and strive for good luck!" He Yiming gave a speech. It was not much, but it ignited the passion in every player.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, the players were still thinking about how to get to the north. Then, they saw the chariot.

When they walked into the chariot, they were even more shocked.

"Hold the grass, this is the chariot? "

"We will use a chariot for the Northern Expedition? Love it!"

"The space inside this car is more than ten times larger than the outside space! Is this space folding technology?"

"Look, there is a resurrection point in the car!"

"Hold the grass. What a big warehouse. Let’s first move our dry food inside!"

"This kitchen is simply great! Despite the waves, no matter what meat you bring back, this little master can cook it for you!

The players erupted again, so they got on the chariot after they were all ready.

"Go!" He Yiming thought, and the chariot went straight to the north.

As for Yan Huang Sect being empty, He Yiming didn't care at all.

Yan Huang had nothing valuable except the spirit fields. The Spirit Grass in the spirit field had just sprouted and was not worth any money.

The Library was a system building, and existences under Foundation Establishment Realm couldn't enter or destroy it.

As for existences above the Foundation Establishment …

Even if they stayed in the sect, it was useless. Therefore, He Yiming felt at ease and brought all the players out.

The goal was the hundred thousand mountains in the north. The chariot was very fast, and it quickly galloped to the edge of the hundred thousand mountains.

Sitting in the cab, He Yiming didn't know the condition of the players because of the excellent soundproofing effect.

"They’re going to fight for life and death soon. I don't know if the players they’ll be nervous …" He Yiming thought for a while and planned to give another speech to boost their morale.

But as soon as he entered the carriage, He Yiming was speechless.

"The world of cultivation is me~di~love! The king of the deep sea is~a big~silly~idiot~~~"

"Five more Deep Sea King skewers!"

"Let’s get fucking high, let's go!"

In the carriage, the players were excited with the music, eating hot pot, standing on the table streaking and dancing everywhere.

"Where did the music come from?" He Yiming's spun at the view.

In the corner, a young man with the ID Music Games was playing a rough-worked guitar, pedalling with his foot, and beating two drums.

The strings of this guitar were made from the tendons of the Deep Sea King. As for the drum head, it was made from the belly skin of the Deep Sea King.

Even though the sound came from such a crude self-made musical instrument and was out of tune from time to time, it still played a good melody under the superb technique of Music Games.

"This Deep Sea King completely squeezed dry!" He Yiming felt a little sympathetic to Deep Sea King.

"The effect of the Deep Sea King's Shit Pill has exploded. You don't know, but it is more than ten times stronger than the Shit Pill of the War Hunchback Beast! Hey, it is a pity that Brother Ming didn't digest it at the time, otherwise, he could have refined a few more Shit Pill! "At this time, He Yiming was taken aback by Farm Master’s words.

Could it be … Farm Master didn't even let the shit in the belly of the Deep Sea King go?

Hold the grass!

This is too hardcore!

"Brother Ming is here!" At this time, a player saw He Yiming with sharp eyes.

"Dear disciples, we’ve arrived at the edge of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains!" He Yiming suppressed his thoughts and spoke slowly.

"Hold the grass. It's here!"

"My big sword is already hungry and thirsty!"

"Hahahaha, I'm in my god-level armour. I'll let you all see in a while!"

The players were more confident than ever. They all prepared and gathered according to their team position.

"Although it is the outermost area of ​​the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there are many spirit beasts here, and many beasts still act in groups! Occasionally, there may be powerful beasts in the later stage of the Spirit Vein Realm!

"Here, this is a self-made distress signal stick. Each of you players will bring one. If you encounter extreme danger, use this distress signal stick, and I will come to rescue you as soon as possible!" He Yiming said. After that, he took out a hundred twigs.

In these small branches, He Yiming stored a trace of the strength of the Azure Emperor Immortal Body and a trace of the power of thunder.

The principle was very simple: When the player smashed the twig, the power of thunder would be triggered. The power of thunder would burst into the sky, driving a trace of the strength of the Azure Emperor Immortal Body that would burst into a cyan halo.

It would look like a bright flare in the sky.

He Yiming would patrol using his flying sword. Once a player asked for help, he could rush to support as soon as possible.

After all, many players improved their cultivation base a lot. Plus, it was far from the sect, it was so that they could survive and protect themselves better.

"Wow, there are ways to ask for help? Nice!"

"Hehe, I won’t be needing rescue!"

"Woo woo woo. Brother Ming takes care of us too much. I’m so touched!"

Although the players were talking proud, their bodies were still very honest and accepted the distress signal sticks.

"Let's go over there! Let's go!"

"Set off!"

"This wave must be earned by blood!"

Soon, the players each chose a direction, and they rushed into the dense forest area outside the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

He Yiming was slowly rising into the air with his feet on Mingyue. About 30 meters above the ground, his eyes turned, ready to rescue them at any time.