Cultivation Chat Group

When Song Shuhang became the owner of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, he felt a heavy sense of responsibility in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Song Shuhang changed his nickname in the group to Tyrannical Saber Song One.

This was because the daoist name Tyrannical Song could easily remind others of Tyrannical Scholar, and thus bring up some bad memories. Even if these new fellow daoists were born within the past 50 years, it was safer to just change his nickname and preserve his demeanor as a senior.

After doing that, he went and opened the group’s applications interface to check the applications for joining the group.

Senior Yellow Mountain and the other administrators seemed to have been very busy recently. There were quite a number of applications that could be seen here.

The most recent person to apply to the group was a young man called Monk Wine.

Monk Wine sent a message.

(Senior Yellow Mountain, it will soon be three years since I sent my application to join the group, please add me.)

It appeared that he had already applied several times in the past, but had never managed to get in.

Song Shuhang smiled slightly and clicked on “add group member’. Seeing this new little daoist join the group, Song Shuhang nodded slightly-he remembered how he had joined the group back then. In the blink of an eye, over 50 years had passed. At that time, he was still a rookie, completely clueless about cultivation.

If it had not been for Medicine Master’s improved body-tempering liquid formula, if it had not been for Su Clan’s Sixteen, if it had not been for the box of medicinal materials Soft Feather had sent, it was unknown how long it would have taken Song Shuhang to tread on the path of cultivation.

Inside the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

Monk Wine: “Hahaha, Senior Yellow Mountain, you finally added me to the group!”

Song Shuhang calmly said, “Little Fellow Daoist, it was not Senior Yellow Mountain who added you to the group. It was me.” A new fellow daoist was added to the group. It was the first time he was greeting someone with the identity of a ‘senior’.

What should he do to display the prestige of a senior?

Monk Wine asked, “Eh? What about Senior Yellow Mountain?”

Song Shuhang smiled slightly. “Senior Yellow Mountain has retired, and I am now the owner of the Nine Provinces Number One Group.”

Monk Wine: “…”

After a long while.

Monk Wine: “Then, Senior Tyrannical Saber, are you very amazing?”

“I should be somewhere there,” Song Shuhang said.

He was now a Sixth Stage True Monarch. When Senior Yellow Mountain had added him to the group, he had been in this realm as well and was respected by the entire group.

Monk Wine: “Then Senior Tyrannical Saber, how long did it take you to get to the Second Stage? It only took me three years to ascend to the Second Stage from the Dragon Gate Realm. After that, it took me another eight years to reach the Third Stage!”

Second Stage in three years, and then Third Stage in another eight years. This was already someone who could be considered a genius with unlimited potential according to the words of Northern River’s Loose Cultivator.

Song Shuhang thought back. Although his cultivation speed could not compare to the Scholarly Sage or the Heavenly Emperor, he still only needed a month and a half to reach the Second Stage, while it took him another month or so to reach the Third Stage…

If he were to tell the little daoist about this, he might end up making him depressed.

As such, Tyrannical Saber Song One calmly said, “It would be better not to dwell on matters of the past.” Monk Wine said, “Senior Tyrannical Saber, if you don’t tell me, how can I know whether or not you’re amazing?” Song Shuhang smiled wryly, and said, “Hmm, do you really want to know?” Monk Wine: “I do!”

Song Shuhang replied, “Well, it took me a month and a half to reach the Second Stage. Then, another month later, I ascended to the Third Stage.”

Monk Wine: “!!!”

After a while.

Monk Wine: “You’re lying!”

Song Shuhang replied, “Whoever lies is a dog.”

A fellow daoist with the ID ‘I have a harem of Chu Chus’ angrily said, “Woof! I’ll bite you.”

Just by looking at the name, one could tell that it was Doudou.

Monk Wine: “It’s impossible for anyone in this world to advance so quickly. To reach the Second Stage in a mere month and a half, then the Third Stage in another month, it’s simply impossible!”

I have a harem of Chu Chus: “Young man, this is the truth.”

Northern River’s Loose Cultivator: “Oh, a newcomer? The group hasn’t had one for quite a while now. I had just gone to water some plants, so I wasn’t able to reply right away. Give me a moment to check the chat history.”

After a moment…

Northern River’s Loose Cultivator: “Little Daoist, the world is very vast. Let me tell you another thing. After that… it only took Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Saber another month to ascend to the Fourth Stage, and then, half a month after that, he ascended to the Fifth Stage.”

Monk Wine: “Impossible, this is definitely a dream! I must have been added to a fake Nine Provinces Number One Group.”

After a while…

[Monk Wine has left ‘Cultivation Chat Group’]

“???” Song Shuhang. “???” Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue.

“What’s the matter? Why did the new fellow daoist leave after just joining the group?” Senior Yellow Mountain was also confused.

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber said, “It appears that Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song scared him off.”

Su Clan’s Seven said, “Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Saber, you wanted to become a qualified senior, right? Well, you’re still quite a ways off.”

‘”…” Song Shuhang.

He blinked his eyes, and then woke up in a daze.

He found himself sitting in a classroom in Jiangnan University.

Eh? What happened?

Didn’t I become the new owner of the Nine Provinces Number One Group? Didn’t I practice diligently for 50 years? Why am I still inside a classroom?

“Oh, I was dreaming. Tsk, I actually dreamed about becoming the new owner of the Nine Provinces Number One Group…” Song Shuhang wiped the saliva off of the corners of his mouth.

I actually had thoughts about usurping the throne, sigh…

After shaking his head, Song Shuhang suddenly saw a piece of paper in front of him.

Heavens, am I in the middle of an exam?

Wait a minute, let me refresh my memory.

If I remember correctly, the Immortal Feast should have just ended, and I’m still half-invisible. So, why am I inside a classroom and taking an exam?

Forget it, I should just take this exam first.

Song Shuhang looked down at the paper.

Damn, I’ve been constantly cultivating recently, and I haven’t had any time to study. I’ve got no idea how to answer any of these questions. What to do?

Should I copy my classmates’ answers?

Hehe, don’t underestimate the means of a cultivator.

Virtuous lamia, come out! Share your vision with me and help me see the paper of the classmate who’s in front of me!

After this exam is over, I’m going to take some time to study. Learning makes people happyLearning gives one a future

If people don’t learn, what is the difference between them and a salted fish?

Finally, Song Shuhang copied down all the test answers.

After the exam, he entered a studious mode.

He began to study hard, and was immersed in the ocean of knowledge. He studied in the morning and in the evening, and he would even stay inside the library during lunchtime at times. Every day was rich and fulfilling.

After an indiscernible amount of time, Song Shuhang found himself meditating inside a palace with his eyes closed.

“Strange, why would I suddenly recall something from several thousand years ago?” Song Shuhang squeezed his chin, and softly said, “Reasonably speaking, I’ve already reached the Immortal Realm, so why would I suddenly remember the time of the Immortal Feast, as well as the time when I had been studying?”

Immortal Song Shuhang exited the palace.

He arrived at the steps outside the palace. Underneath the steps were white clouds, and his palace was floating above the nine heavens.

Song Shuhang looked at the white clouds below him, losing himself in thought.

An unknown amount of time passed.

He suddenly laughed. “Immortal Song Shuhang?” (Become a reliable senior, and guide juniors in their practice.] This was a small wish of his.

(Study earnestly. Every day, there are infinite books and knowledge yet to be learned.) This was another thing that he had liked a long time ago.

[After becoming an Immortal, lifespan is no longer a limitation. After setting up a means of resurrection, even if one dies, they will still have a chance to return to life after some time.] This was his current goal.

The endpoint for the practitioners in the universe was to become the Wielder of the Heaven’s Will, thus becoming an eternal existence—even if heaven and earth perish, I’ll be here; even if the sun and moon are gone, I’ll be here.

However, Song Shuhang had come into contact with many things related to the Heaven’s Will.

For example, the big-eyed planet that the Second Wielder of the Will had left behind.

The Netherworld counterpart of the Third Wielder of the Will, Striped Dragon; the Inner World, the world of the black lotus, the world of the golden lotus, and the Nine Virtues Phoenix Saber.

There was also the ruler of the Netherworld “Senior White Two’, as well as the ruler of the Netherworld liquefied metal ball and its Wielder of the Will counterpart.

Song Shuhang could guess that there might be a problem with the position of Wielder of the Will. Otherwise, why would so many Wielders try to leave their position after having attained it?

However, it was also possible that this position was a stepping stone of some sort, and it was only after ascending to this position that one would be able to see a higher and farther realm. However, while broadening their horizons, the position would also restrain the cultivator.

This could be why some of the Wielders left behind some escape routes before disappearing. Perhaps they were waiting for an opportunity to step into a level above the position of the Wielder of the Will.

However, no matter whether it was a trap or a stepping stone, before acquiring sufficient understanding of the position, Song Shuhang’s ultimate goal was not to become the Wielder of the Heaven’s Will.

Since he didn’t want to become the Wielder of the Heaven’s Will, becoming an ‘Immortal’ was his end goal.

“Three different experiences, three different dreams. Of these three, the first two were rather insignificant.” Song Shuhang laughed.

But even if they were insignificant, it was fine. He wasn’t some ambitious person anyway.

Song Shuhang said, “Then, it’s time for this mirage world to come to an end.”

(Don’t you have any other desire? Is there nothing else that you want to enjoy?] A voice rang in Song Shuhang’s ear. That voice was full of unwillingness. As Song Shuhang himself said, the first two wishes were too small, so small that the mirage dragon could not get any energy from them.

As for the last wish, which was to become an Immortal, it actually wasn’t too bad.

However, the duration of that wish had been too short.

Immortal Song Shuhang’s life had been over before it could even start.

Song Shuhang said, “I can’t think of anything else for the time being.”

That voice reluctantly said, (What is the difference between people without dreams and salted fish? Think it over a bit more; no matter what it is that you desire, it can become a reality. You can indulge in your dreams, and even your forbidden wishes can come true as this is just a dreamland, a world of fantasy. There are no restrictions here.)

Song Shuhang showed a dry smile. “Maybe I really am just a salted fish.”

[…] The voice paused for a while. (Wait right there. I’m going to switch myself out with a clan elder.]