Surviving in the Desert Sect: My Teammates Are All Crazy

The Immortals' Wager: A 48°C desert from the start. While other cultivators fly on their swords, ours spend every day practicing breathing techniques under the scorching sun, acting as human air conditioners.

Sect Leader Xiaochuan (helplessly): Weren't we supposed to have hardcore strategy and survival, with mechanical puppets sweeping across the field in overwhelming numbers? Why is the whole sect now pressuring me to solve all kinds of “different problems,” while making me eat “hell scorpion meat” that glows a weird purple for supper every day?

And the most ridiculous part is that our mad scientist neighbor, Liu Qing, somehow physically brainwashed an enemy assassin at the sixth level of Qi Refining into “Shennong,” a sweet-tempered underling who pours tea…

Xiaochuan (flipping the table): Is this sect really beyond saving?!