I Heard I’m a Scummy Alpha? [Transmigration] - Chapter 94

Both Xuan Mingzhu and Xuan Baiquan had shown up, and naturally, the rest of those scummy players who knew that Yan Zui was playing an NPC in Immortal Unseen couldn’t resist appearing as well.

Right now, Qi Yunwei’s only advantage was that none of them yet knew Immortal Unseen was her creation.

Without drawing the Xuan siblings’ attention, Qi Yunwei quietly turned and left.

The game had a hidden feature—aside from the usual quests and monster fights, every step you took increased your constitution experience points.

At the village chief’s house, Qi Yunwei accepted a quest to find his missing grandson. After retrieving the mischievous boy from the forest within ten minutes, the chief rewarded her with a piece of information about an “immortal.”

“The Immortal enjoys admiring the scenery at the Immortal’s Spring.”

Only players who heard this clue from the chief could meet the Immortal.

The “Immortal at the Spring” was merely a projection of Yan Zui. In truth, Yan Zui could disguise her appearance as any player and go wherever she wanted.

But through this projection, Qi Yunwei could have a brief conversation with her.

She walked ten kilometers from the village to the Immortal’s Spring. The journey alone raised her three levels, and completing the village quest earlier had already boosted her five more—bringing her to level eight.

There were ten teleportation arrays on the map, though only the one in the village was active. Players could unlock a new teleportation point every ten levels.

The Spring was wreathed in mist so dense that even ten meters away, you could barely see your hand. Following the terrain, Qi Yunwei reached a cave hidden behind tree branches. It took her an hour and four battles with sharp-eared monsters before she finally arrived at the innermost chamber—where the Immortal sat serenely upon a cloud platform.

Yan Zui’s projection had a protective mechanism: players could only speak to it from a distance of one meter.

The projection was managed by the game’s main AI—Xiao Jiu—who was responsible for controlling all NPC dialogue.

Before Qi Yunwei could speak, the ethereal figure opened her mouth first:

“Mortal, what brings you here?”

It was Yan Zui’s voice—gentle and refined, the intonation pre-programmed.

“I came to meet the Immortal,” Qi Yunwei replied.

Just then, a soft pink ball of light popped up beside the projection. It chirped happily, “Master! Master! Did you come to play with the pretty lady?”

Qi Yunwei recognized the tone instantly—it was Xiao Jiu’s manifested form. She smiled. “That’s right. Do you like it here, Xiao Jiu? Is it fun?”

The pink puff bounced twice, its big round eyes squinting with joy. “Super fun! Xiao Jiu can turn into anything here, go anywhere I want!”

“Master, when I was flying as a bird just now, I saw the pretty lady! She’s fighting monsters on Cloudfall Slope!”

Qi Yunwei glanced at the map. Cloudfall Slope was another ten kilometers away—but if she teleported back to the village first, it would only be a three-kilometer walk from there.

“Thanks, Xiao Jiu. I’ll go find her now.”

After saying goodbye, Qi Yunwei teleported back to the village and set out for Cloudfall Slope. Just as she was approaching, Wu Baizhi messaged her.

[Boss, I’ve linked the accounts of players “Quanming” and “Zhuyue” to yours. You can now track their locations on the mini map anytime.]

“Good work,” Qi Yunwei replied, opening the mini map. Both players were indeed on Cloudfall Slope, and judging by the tiny sword icons beside their avatars, they were currently fighting monsters.

Would they run into Yan Zui?

Speak of the devil—no sooner had the thought crossed her mind than she heard raised voices up ahead.

Qi Yunwei quickened her pace, ignoring the picturesque scenery. Two players—a man and a woman—were pointing their swords at another female player.

“I told you this area’s ours, ugly freak! Are you deaf or just stupid? Keep stealing our monsters and don’t blame us for what happens next!”

The man and woman were none other than “Quanming” and “Zhuyue”—the Xuan siblings.

Qi Yunwei looked at the woman they were threatening. She was dressed in plain linen clothes, tall and slender, her figure strikingly familiar despite her utterly ordinary face.

“Cloudfall Slope belongs to all players,” the woman said coolly. “Monsters here don’t have owners. What exactly do you plan to do to me?”

Her calm, detached tone brought a faint smile to Qi Yunwei’s lips.

Of course, Zhuyue and Quanming didn’t recognize her. With a new face, Yan Zui was untraceable to them.

Before the situation could escalate and risk Yan Zui revealing too much of her power, Qi Yunwei stepped out from behind the trees.

The bamboo leaves rustled under her feet, immediately drawing their attention.

“Sis, it’s Qi Yunwei!” Quanming exclaimed, pointing at her.

Zhuyue dropped her stance against the “fake immortal” and marched toward Qi Yunwei. “Why are you here? Where’s Yan Zui?”

Quanming scowled. “Did you take my phone? There’s no way Yan Zui’s ignoring me!”

Qi Yunwei’s eyes flicked briefly to Yan Zui behind them. Their gazes met for a heartbeat—Yan Zui’s eyes glimmered with surprise and an unguarded trace of delight. Clearly, she hadn’t expected to run into Qi Yunwei here.

“I’ve no idea where she is,” Qi Yunwei said with a shrug. “I’m here because I got into the beta test.”

Then, with a faint, mocking smile, she added, “I heard the two of you failed to fight for your inheritance. Instead of working on your next business venture, you’ve got time to play games?”

Zhuyue’s face darkened. She tried to suppress Qi Yunwei with her Alpha aura—only to realize, too late, that the game had no pheromone system. Here, Alpha dominance meant nothing.

Quanming sneered. “Qi Yunwei, Yan Zui’s left the Yan Corporation. She doesn’t have to be forced into a relationship with you anymore. Without her, you’re nothing! You should start sucking up to us now—once we’re with Yan Zui, maybe we’ll throw you a bone. Otherwise, you’ll regret it!”

Zhuyue folded her arms. “Our inheritance might be small, but we’ve still got over a billion. What about you? Your entire family couldn’t scrape that together. Face reality, Qi Yunwei.”

Qi Yunwei laughed coldly. “Wow, you two really think highly of yourselves. You? With Yan Zui? Don’t make me laugh.”

“When Xuan Zeming was still alive, Yan Zui wouldn’t give you the time of day. Now that he’s gone, you’ve barely got ten billion between you. Where exactly do you get the confidence to think you’re worthy of her?”

She bent down, picked up a bamboo stick, and twirled it lazily. “So, are you leaving on your own—or do I have to make you?”

Quanming’s face turned red with fury. With a snarl, he swung his sword at her.

[Player “Quanming” has initiated combat against player “BlueWei.” Both Quanming and teammate “Zhuyue” are now flagged as red-named for three hours. Red-named players cannot enter villages or towns during this time.]

In the game, outdoor movement consumed stamina, and the only way to recover it was by returning to a village. Being barred from towns meant that once their stamina ran out, they’d be stuck in place until their penalty expired.

Meanwhile, other players could freely attack red-named players without penalty—and even earn the honorary title Defender of Justice.

[Player “BlueWei” may now initiate a righteous counterattack.]

Zhuyue instantly realized the mistake. Her brother’s temper had been baited again.

But it was too late to undo the red flag. Gritting her teeth, she raised her sword and joined the fight.

Two against one—fine. Beating her up would still feel good, even if they had to serve the red timer.

Players couldn’t take on mentors until level 20, so for now, they were limited to simple manual attacks—slash, thrust, and strike. Hits registered as virtual contact with ten percent real pain feedback, with the system calculating damage by force and impact point.

Both Zhuyue and Quanming were level ten, each with proper weapons. Qi Yunwei, only level nine (she’d just leveled up walking over), had nothing but her bamboo stick.

Yan Zui, still disguised, didn’t look worried in the slightest. She could see through the players’ hidden data—and she knew Qi Yunwei’s stats.

The Xuan siblings were pampered rich kids with zero real-world combat sense. Their in-game fighting wasn’t much better. Even with swords, they couldn’t match Qi Yunwei’s agility.

Her bamboo stick moved like a whip, flicking effortlessly between their defenses. Every light tap drained their HP bar little by little, while their shorter blades couldn’t even reach her.

Ten minutes later, both Zhuyue and Quanming collapsed with frustrated groans, their avatars dissolving into white light as they were sent back to the nearest respawn point.