I might have been playing a fake cultivation game.

Chapter 022 Cultivators

Zhou Yunshen's consciousness gradually became clearer from a blurry state.

He glanced at the time; it was only 8 p.m., three hours before his alarm was set for 11 p.m.

dong dong dong...

The dull knocking sounded again.

Zhou Yun Shen rubbed his eyes, picked up his gaming phone, and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Wang Dashi." A man's voice came from outside the door.

"Wang Dashi?"

"Who is Wang Dashi?" Zhou Yunshen tried hard to recall the name Wang Dashi, but he couldn't remember it no matter what he tried.

He had spent time inquiring about some information in the village, but the information he gathered was ultimately limited. With so many people in the village, how could he possibly know everyone?

Zhou Yunshen thought for a moment, then asked, "What is it?"

The man's voice said, "The village chief has ordered everyone in the village to gather at the open space at the village entrance, saying there's something important to discuss."

Zhou Yunshen asked, "Is my little girl going too?"

"Everyone has to go," the man said.

"Okay, I'll bring Xiaoya over later," Zhou Yunshen said.

"Okay," the man said.

Then came the sound of footsteps fading into the distance.

Zhou Yunshen got up, went to the bathroom, returned to bed, picked up his gaming phone, and tapped the 'Soul Transmigration' icon.

A familiar sense of disorientation arises.

When Zhou Yunshen regained consciousness, he was already lying on a simple wooden bed in the game world.

The feeling of being filled with power returned, intoxicating me.

At this moment, it was pitch black both inside and outside the house, since the game world time should be around 2 a.m.

Just as Zhou Yunshen got out of bed, there was another knock on the door.

This time, however, the knocking was softer.

Along with the knocking, Zhou Xiaoya's voice came: "Second Brother."

Clearly, the knocking had not only woken Zhou Yunshen but also Zhou Xiaoya.

Not long after, Zhou Yunshen took Zhou Xiaoya out the door.

The sky was pitch black in the early morning, with no stars or moon in sight.

However, Zhou Yunshen is a martial artist who has reached the peak of the acquired realm, and his eyesight is excellent. Even in such a dark environment, he can see a relatively long distance.

He saw glimmers of light.

These are other villagers, carrying oil lamps, hurrying towards the open space at the edge of the village.

Zhou Yunshen did not bring the oil lamp, because with his current eyesight, he didn't need to do so at all.

Beside him, Zhou Xiaoya held his hand tightly as they walked together on the stone path.

"Second brother, what do you think the village chief wants to do so late at night?" Zhou Xiaoya asked softly.

There was a hint of unease in her voice.

Zhou Yunshen said, "I don't know, let's go and see what's going on."

Zhou Yunshen sensed Zhou Xiaoya's unease, held her small hand tightly, and gently comforted her, "Don't worry, I'm here, nothing will happen."

"Mmm!" Zhou Xiaoya nodded vigorously, and the tense expression on her face relaxed a little.

She felt safe as long as her brother was around.

Before long, the two arrived at the open space at the entrance of the village.

By this time, the open space was already filled with people, some carrying oil lamps and others even with torches burning.

"Second Brother, you've arrived." Da Shan greeted him.

"What happened?" Zhou Yunshen asked.

"I don't know, I just arrived, and I don't know what happened either." Da Shan walked to Zhou Yun Shen's side and lowered his voice, saying, "I saw a stranger standing next to the village chief. This person is very young and is wearing a brocade robe. He should not be an ordinary person. I guess the village chief summoned us here in the middle of the night because of this person."

Zhou Yun Shen nodded upon hearing this and continued walking forward with Zhou Xiao Ya.

He entered the crowd and soon saw the stranger that Dashan had mentioned.

The man was indeed very young, looking only seventeen or eighteen years old. He wore a blue long robe embroidered with exquisite patterns and various delicate accessories. He stood on the open ground with an indifferent expression, forming a stark contrast with the villagers around him who were dressed in coarse linen clothes.

The village chief of Dazhu Village was an old man with graying hair and a somewhat prosperous appearance. His clothes were much better than those of the ordinary villagers, but they paled in comparison to the young man next to him.

At this moment, the village chief stood beside the young man in brocade robes, bowing deeply, a smile forced onto his old face, full of respect and flattery, lowering his posture to the extreme.

Captain Chen and the few hunters who were martial arts masters stood beside the village chief.

The villagers arrived one after another, bringing their families with them.

Aunt Li and her family also came over. Aunt Li's gaze kept glancing at Zhou Yunshen, her eyes filled with hatred.

As for that old Zhao, Zhou Yunshen didn't recognize him and didn't know if he had arrived.

After a short while, the village chief forced a smile and cautiously said to the young man in brocade robes, "Immortal, almost everyone in our village has arrived. You see..."

The young man in brocade robes nodded indifferently and said, "Alright, thank you for your hard work, Village Chief."

The village chief smiled and said, "It's no trouble at all. It's an honor for this old man to be able to do things for you, Immortal Master."

"Yes, it is our honor to serve you, Immortal Master," Captain Chen said with a forced smile and clasped his hands in greeting.

The other hunters also wore smiles.

"Immortal Master?"

"Is this person a cultivator?" Zhou Yun Shen stood in the crowd, secretly observing the young man in brocade robes.

Unlike the village chief and others, he felt no awe or reverence for the cultivator before him.

"What is this cultivator planning to do, coming to Dazhu Village in the middle of the night and having the village chief summon everyone?" Zhou Yunshen wondered.

The young man in brocade robes nodded noncommittally. He turned slightly, beckoned to the darkness behind him, and said, "Xiao You, come here."

Zhou Yun Shen looked into the darkness behind the young man in brocade robes, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Then a huge tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead, bigger than a small car, emerged from the darkness. Its mouth was stained with blood, and it was crunching something in its mouth.

Unlike ordinary tigers, its eyes gleamed with bloodlust, and its size, significantly larger than that of an ordinary tiger, gave it a very strong sense of oppression.

Soon, Captain Chen and the other martial artists also noticed the red-eyed tiger.

"Immortal Master, this is..." Captain Chen looked at the young man in brocade robes and asked cautiously.

The young man in brocade casually said, "This is my pet. It's about to break through its current limits and is lacking food. I had no choice but to bring it here to forage for food."

Upon hearing this, Captain Chen's expression changed.

Zhou Yunshen, who was standing in the crowd, also changed his expression when he heard these words.

Blood food...

Foraging for food...

This cultivator gathered the villagers because he wanted to use them as food to feed his spirit tiger!

Thinking of this, Zhou Yunshen's face turned extremely ugly.

He's having a really bad year.

It's one thing that he was born in this remote mountain village.

He had finally built up some strength and was preparing to venture into Xiyun County when this happened just before he set off.

What should he do?