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...
"What kind of dog crap logic is this?"
"Why would Tyrannical Song benefit from my death and get to usurp the throne?"
"Tyrannical Song isn't even related to me."
"Even if it were arranged by a will, even if you skipped seven or eight turns, it still wouldn't be Tyrannical Song's turn. So why does he get to take a higher position?"
The skepticism filled the 'eyes' that the fat ball had temporarily manifested.
Seeing the fat ball's confused eyes, Senior White Two felt happiness well up inside—he struggled to suppress his smile, puffing his cheeks into dumpling shapes.
When the fat ball saw Senior White's terrible effort to hold back his laughter, he knew he was being mocked.
Tyrannical Song wasn't actually plotting a coup at all.
So, there's only one possibility left...
"Tyrannical Song, has your main body achieved immortality and become the Will of the Heavens?" the fat ball asked despairingly.