Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 390: Nuwa and Fuxi, Dragon Retired Elder

Three days later, in the Shia Virtual World.

"Elder Brother, it's so hard to make money."

Lingbao Tianzun sighed with emotion. Although he had spoken confidently in front of the library earlier, reality had hit him hard after just three days.

He had searched for ways to earn money throughout Shia's Virtual World, but no matter where he looked, he found no opportunities. Not a single person was even willing to hire them as laborers.

For the past three days, they had been living on the streets without a place to stay.

Had they not reached the Quasi-Saint Realm, they would have starved to death by now.

"That's right. Even earning a single Chaos Coin is extremely difficult. If we don't find a way out soon, we won't even be able to buy a book in the Chaos Library, let alone qualify for the semi-finals."

Yuanshi Tianzun looked frustrated.

"Actually, it's not impossible."

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A glint of light flashed in Daode Tianzun's eyes. "Over the past few days, I have discovered some ways to make money. We can enter a certain type of survival-based Virtual World.

If we manage to survive until the end and become the champions, we will earn a large number of Chaos Coins.

With the strength of us three brothers, I believe surviving to the end won't be a problem."

"Elder Brother, I've heard of this method as well," Lingbao Tianzun said. "However, becoming a champion is incredibly difficult. Once we enter such a Virtual World, all participants will have equal physical abilities. We won't be able to use any magical powers or spells—only our own experience, skills, and wisdom.

Even Quasi-Saints often fail miserably.

Having a high Cultivation Base provides no advantage in these virtual worlds."

"That may be true, but given our talents, even with equal physical abilities and cultivation levels, we can still rise above the rest."

Daode Tianzun spoke with confidence.

"The problem is, participating in the competition requires 100 Chaos Coins. We don't even have the entry fee, let alone a starting fund," Yuanshi Tianzun said solemnly.

"This...!"

Even Daode Tianzun was at a loss. The biggest obstacle in life is always the initial capital. Without it, even the most capable individuals can struggle.

Just then, a fat man suddenly appeared and shouted at them.

"Brothers, you seem short on money. Want to make some quick cash?"

"Make money? How?"

The three Sanqing turned to look at the fat man in red.

"I know a game sponsor—his family is extremely wealthy.

Right now, he's been ambushed in Private Server No. 08989 and is furious.

He's gathering a group of players to strike back.

You guys look like you have potential.

Join us in the game, and if you're brothers, let's go kill some enemies!"

"A game?"

"A game army?"

"What do you mean by 'kill someone if you're a brother'?"

The three of them blinked in confusion.

"What? You guys look like you've never played a game before." Hong Yi, the fat man, was stunned. He hadn't expected to meet people who had never played games in this era.

"I've played before, of course I have," Lingbao Tianzun was about to explain, but Daode Tianzun immediately stopped him and calmly said, "We were just joking earlier. What kind of rewards are we looking at if we join you?"

"One Chaos Coin per year. If you perform well and defeat more members of opposing legions, you'll earn even more. Don't worry about money—our boss is a local tyrant and has plenty to spare."

"One Chaos Coin per year?!"

Hearing this, Sanqing was immediately tempted. That meant in 33 years, each of them would have 33 Chaos Coins. In 34 years, they would have over 100 Chaos Coins.

If they could survive this period and accumulate hundreds of Chaos Coins, they would finally have the capital to make real money.

"Alright, we agree." Daode Tianzun made the decision.

"Great! Our Yellow Turban Corps has suffered heavy casualties recently, and we're short on manpower. Follow me!" The fat man in red was overjoyed and dragged Sanqing away.

The three looked at each other, confused.

It felt like they had just walked into a den of thieves.

But they had no choice. A penny could make or break a hero, and they had no other means to earn money. Right now, gaming was their only option.

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Meanwhile, in another Virtual World, Fuxi and Nuwa had also entered, but they did not choose the Shia Virtual World. Instead, they arrived in a different one.

"Big Brother, surviving in this Virtual World and obtaining cultivation techniques seems impossible without Chaos Coins."

After spending a few days there, Nuwa quickly realized how important money was. Without it, progress was nearly impossible.

"We currently lack intelligence and a proper way to earn Chaos Coins."

Fuxi's eyes gleamed as he considered possible methods.

"Big Brother, as per your instructions, we did not enter the Nasia Virtual World but instead came to the Nick Virtual World, believing it held opportunities for us.

However, I have yet to see any such opportunities."

Nuwa sounded uncertain.

"Don't worry. According to my calculations, this place is our lucky ground. A huge opportunity awaits us—it's just that the time hasn't come yet.

Tell me, has my Fuxi Eight Trigrams Calculation ever been wrong?"

Fuxi declared with confidence.

His divination skills were unmatched, allowing him to seek fortune and avoid misfortune.

"Big Brother, look over there! Isn't that Dragon Elder Aoba?"

Nuwa suddenly shouted.

"What?!"

Fuxi turned to look and saw a dragon in the distance. However, the dragon had taken human form, looking skeletal, with a weak aura—a truly pitiful sight.

This man was an Elder of the Dragon Clan, one of the Five Prehistoric Clans. He was also a well-known retired elder of the Dragon Clan, with strength at the Quasi-Saint Perfection Realm, second only to the Dragon Ancestor himself.

Although Fuxi and Nuwa had been relatively unknown during the era of the Five Prehistoric Clans, they had still heard of the Dragon Clan's power and had even encountered them a few times—always choosing to stay out of their way.

"I heard that the ancestors of the Five Prehistoric Clans and many retired elders transcended their mortal forms, left the Prehistoric World, and entered the Heavens and Myriad Realms.

I always thought it was just a legend... but now I see it's true.

To think I would see such a legendary Elder of the Dragon Clan in a Virtual World—this is unbelievable!"

Fuxi took a deep breath, unable to believe his own eyes.

During the height of the Dragon Clan's reign, he and Nuwa were nothing but insignificant figures. The Dragon Clan had been absolute overlords, commanding the Prehistoric World, forcing weaker beings to bow before them.

"Big Brother, why does this retired elder of the Dragon Clan look so miserable?"

Nuwa blinked in confusion.