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...
An adult ghost spirits were voracious. She wanted both the palm and the seed.
"Wait... My palm. You bit too big a piece. Spit out my palm," Song Shuhang quickly exclaimed.
*Gulp* The ghost spirit covered her mouth with both hands, afraid that Song Shuhang would snatch the food away. Then, she forcefully swallowed the seed and Song Shuhang's smoky palm.
After swallowing it, she looked at Song Shuhang expressionlessly.
Song Shuhang was speechless.
He had lost the connection with his palm. The palm and the seed seemed to have been digested by the ghost spirit.
Song Shuhang used his other hand to gently pat the head of the ghost spirit and praised her. "Your digestive system is really amazing."
The ghost spirit remained expressionless and motionless as she digested the seed and leveled up on the spot.
He wondered how long it would take her to level up.