"What are you laughing at?" Turquoise Pool didn't make a move, nor did she retract her hand, as she looked at Li Changzhou.

"I... I just thought of something happy," Li Changzhou kept smiling.

Turquoise Pool made her move, she gave Li Changzhou the finger.

Li Qianxia laughed so hard that her shoulders trembled.

Little Five looked incredulously at Turquoise Pool. Was this his haughty cousin? He remembered a time during a dinner when someone uttered "your mom," and she had stared at them for a full minute.

At that time, no one around dared to speak, and that person was so scared they almost knelt on the ground.

That cousin, now actually flipping the bird? Could this be a mirage in the desert?

Yang Qinglan watched as Li Changzhou held onto Turquoise Pool's sleeve. Fairy's Ruyi showed no mercy as she knocked it down with a smack.

Li Changzhou rubbed the back of his hand which had turned red, and said to Turquoise Pool, "Ask her about any legends associated with the Desert Waterfall?"

But Turquoise Pool asked, "What does it mean to make someone drink their own urine?"

"Sand people... express love."

"What does that even mean?" Turquoise Pool shook her middle finger at Li Changzhou.

"...Go die... Bastard."

Turquoise Pool contentedly lowered her hand, "Tell me the legend of the Desert Waterfall."

The Desert Waterfall, also known as the Sanctuary of the Gods, spans thousands of miles with countless treasures. One of the five Divine Artifacts of the King of Wind and Light, as legends say, is hidden within.

Whoever obtains this Divine Artifact will become the lord of all Sand People, commanding the entire desert.

Finding the Desert Waterfall is difficult; this miraculous sight always appears and disappears at will. Countless Sand People and mercenaries, warriors, rangers, mages, scholars, and others from different regions have spent their lifetimes in pursuit.

In the songs of the tribes near the waters of Qing Shui, any warrior with ambition would seek the great waterfall in their youth.

Those blessed by the King of Wind and Light would find weapons in the waterfall and become 'Children of Wind and Light,' leaving stories that future generations would relish.

But no one has ever found the legendary Divine Artifact, and its very existence remains unknown.

"We could search for this waterfall and use their faith to subjugate the Sand People," Yang Qinglan mused.

Turquoise Pool disagreed with her suggestion, "We only have 15 days. Even if we find this waterfall, which we don't know where it is, we might not find the Divine Artifact. It's safer to have her take us to the Sand People's main tribe and use force."

"What I mean is, we head to the main tribe and look for the waterfall along the way," Yang Qinglan clarified.

"That's more like it," Turquoise Pool nodded, "Also, inform the other seven teams to keep an eye out for this while they're in the desert. Those who aren't, should gather the planet's legends before killing."

She turned to Qing Shui, who had completely fallen for her, "Take us to the nearest main tribe."

"Yes."

"Next time, use that skill before I start threatening, so as not to waste everyone's time and energy, with the other party even losing their life," Li Changzhou admired Turquoise Pool's skill.

"Since meeting you, other than killing enemies on the battlefield, I haven't used this skill. This is the first time," Turquoise Pool looked at him, behaving very obediently.

Li Changzhou stamped his foot, "Old Man of the Land, Huawei edition."

White smoke rose, and the Old Man of the Land emerged.

"Truly miraculous," Li Changzhou clicked his tongue in wonder.

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South route.

Sand whirled in the sky, a sandstorm nearly a hundred meters high and spanning thousands of miles like a towering wall, crushed a tribe beneath it.

Ten players stood firm in the sandstorm, continuously infusing their "Ability" into a sandbag held by one of the female players.

Sand People were blown away, crushed to death by collapsing houses, many more were buried alive.

Once the sandstorm subsided, ten players landed on the sand-swept ground. The once prosperous settlement was reduced to rubble, with only some stones left exposed.

"This item is too strenuous to use," remarked the 'Female Sand Painter' as she popped an Elixir Pill into her mouth, "Thankfully, it's the desert, or even with all ten of us exerting our full strength, we wouldn't necessarily be able to stir up such a huge sandstorm."

"Sand Sister," said 'The Artist of Her Own Book,' another female player, "we've located the next tribe."

"The Old Man of the Land brought a message from Li Changzhou asking us to look out for something called 'Desert Waterfall' and to collect legendary stories," 'The Street Dance Girl' said, as the white mist around the Old Man of the Land slowly dissipated.

'The Street Dance Girl,' just 16 years old, wore an oversized black hoodie with a denim mini-skirt hidden beneath its hem, making it look as though she wore no pants. With purple lipstick on, she blew bubbles.

"Desert Wa—"

A figure rose from the yellow sands, standing right behind 'The Street Dance Girl.'

"Kill!" He roared in battle, his elbow as thick as an average person's thigh, and hurled it like a cannonball towards 'The Street Dance Girl's' tiny head.

Upbeat music thumped into her ears, sounding as if it smashed right on cue.

The figure trying to sneak attack uncontrollably started dancing street dances from Earth.

"What did you say?" 'The Street Dance Girl' asked, scratching her ear with her slender finger, as deafening music surrounded 'The Female Sand Painter.'

'The Female Sand Painter' kept silent, aware that making noise would put her in 'the mood' and she'd start dancing to the music.

She manipulated the sand, shaping it into words—this familiar scene reminded her of a time in the desert when they were fighting other players. She'd used this technique to pretend the mission was over, then killed the others when they let their guard down.

Written on the desert was: If you're going to kill someone, just do it, don't torture them.

"Pop—" 'The Street Dance Girl''s bubble burst on her lips, and the head of the figure dancing street dance exploded as well.

The music, as if startled by the sound of the exploding head, abruptly stopped.

'The Street Dance Girl' wiped the bubble gum that stuck to her lips back into her mouth, "How is dancing a street dance torture? Apologize!"

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