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Cultivation Chat Group

One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...

Legend of the Paladin · Urbain
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Life or money?

The coffin's lid exploded?

Song Shuhang, who was in the stone coffin, was dumbfounded.

I am neither Newton nor Isaac, so why can't my coffin stay put?

Without the coffin lid, he would be facing the remains of Wielder of the Will Fat Ball directly. Just how stressful was that?

At this time, the fragments of the lid reached the Wielder's corpse; every piece was covered with sharp sword qi as it slashed at the ball.

The sky was filled with sword light, which then turned into a sword net as it covered the remains of Wielder of the Will Fat Ball in an attempt to stall it.

At the same time, a wooden sword slipped through the cracks in the stone coffin and landed in Song Shuhang's hand.

It was Senior White's small-black-room-breaking disposable flying sword.

The exploding lid was a defense mechanism left by Senior White before he left.