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...
The statue of a Celestial God that makes one’s heart skip a beat
Editor: Kurisu
A sound wave was transmitted from the depths of Lin Yao Village, arriving at the small green bamboo flute in Song Shuhang’s hand.
"Buzz… buzz…" the small green bamboo flute emitted the sound of static. Soon after, a gentle voice spread from it, "Hello!"
Was this True Monarch White’s voice? He heard it very clearly. It seemed that this thousand miles sound transmitter’s ability to send messages was not inferior to that of a mobile phone.
"Hello, Senior True Monarch White. My name is Song Shuhang. I was entrusted by True Monarch Yellow Mountain to receive you when you come out of secluded meditation. Senior, where are you now?" Song Shuhang said into the small green bamboo flute.
He was very excited. In a short while, he would be able to see the place where a ‘Senior True Monarch’ had lived in seclusion for more than a hundred years!