Primordial Chaos Group Leader

"Why the hell did I transmigrate...?"

On Taihe Peak, a sixteen-year-old boy sat in low spirits. After several days, he had completely fused with the other set of memories within his body, confirming one thing even more clearly...

He had transmigrated!

He had come to a world steeped in cultivation, where Martial Artists could split mountains and shatter stones, overturn rivers and seas, and travel a thousand miles with a single step.

This was originally the kind of world Han Fei had dreamed of, but unfortunately, this version of himself was a crippled genius who had lost his brilliance.

In this world, Han Fei had awakened a Supreme Spiritual Root at the age of five. His comprehension was astonishing, and before reaching ten, he had defeated everyone his age, becoming a famed young prodigy.

Because of this, Daoist Sanyuan, Peak Master of Taihe Peak, had personally descended to take him as a disciple and bring him back to the Tianyuan Divine Sect.

Yet six years had passed, and Han Fei's spiritual energy level had not even reached level ten. He was still stuck in the so-called Body Refining Realm, leaving Daoist Sanyuan, the Peak Master of Taihe Peak, somewhat despairing.

Now, no one on Taihe Peak looked at Han Fei with envy anymore. Even Daoist Sanyuan barely bothered with him. Who would care about him?

"Ding! Host memory fusion detected as complete. Automatically binding Primordial Chaos Group Leader."

"Notification: Ancient God Pangu has joined the Primordial Group."

"Notification: Ancient God Fuxi has joined the Primordial Group."

"Notification: Ancient God Yellow Emperor has joined the Primordial Group."

"Notification: Ancient God Yan Di has joined the Primordial Group."

"Notification: Ancient God Chiyou has joined the Primordial Group."

The string of notifications left Han Fei somewhat dazed. It was not because of the Primordial Group that had appeared out of nowhere; after all, nothing could be more shocking than transmigration.

What surprised Han Fei was that the names appearing one after another were all top figures from the myths of his "previous life," beings who existed only in legend.

Han Fei said nothing, but the group was already in an uproar.

Pangu: "What is going on?"

Yellow Emperor: "My heavens! Is the person above Pangu himself?"

Yellow Emperor: "Why is trash like Chiyou here too? Did I not beat you badly enough?"

Chiyou: "Stop spouting bullshit. You and Yan Di ganged up on me two against one, and you even used the Xuanyuan Divine Sword. Shameless."

Yan Di: "Chiyou, it seems your heart is still corrupt. We need to have a proper talk."

Chiyou: "Come on, then. You think I'm afraid of you two?"

"Ding! Group leader Han Fei has muted everyone."

Han Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Uh, esteemed Ancient Gods, could you please stop arguing? Please show some respect for the order of the Primordial Group."

After he spoke, the others in the Primordial Group regained their freedom to speak.

Chiyou: "It seems the group leader is the strongest existence now."

Yan Di: "No amount of flattery can hide the ugliness in your heart. Trying to curry favor with the group leader? Give up on that idea."

Yellow Emperor: "Why waste so many words on him? Just hammer him."

Fuxi sighed. "How many years have you been fighting? Does it never end?"

Chiyou snapped, "Fuxi, stop pretending to be a good person. How long did your Eight Trigrams Formation of Qiankun trap me? And now you come out to play peacemaker? Do you think you're some kind of good person?"

Fuxi: "Sorry, I never said I was a good person. But I am a good god."

Listening to the words of these Ancient Gods overturned Han Fei's understanding somewhat. He had imagined them as lofty, untouchable deities, but now that he had met them, every one of them had such fiery and bizarre personalities.

"Uh, excuse me, esteemed seniors. Let me say this again: could you please respect me as the group leader? Whoever argues again will be muted."

At that moment, the previously silent Pangu spoke. "Forget the muting. During those few breaths when you muted us just now, I felt as though my soul had been bound. Since you can gather us here, just state whatever request you have."

As soon as Pangu finished speaking, a notification sounded.

"Ding! An exclusive red packet from Chiyou."

Chiyou: "What is this? I can actually give you things."

Han Fei opened the group red packet with his thoughts.

"Divine Skill discovered: Void Walking."

Pangu: "It seems I can give you something too."

"Ding! An exclusive red packet from Pangu."

"Ding! An exclusive red packet from Fuxi."

"Ding! An exclusive red packet from Yellow Emperor."

"Ding! An exclusive red packet from Yan Di."

After opening them one by one, Han Fei was instantly overjoyed. Pangu's Immortal Body, Fuxi's Eight Trigrams Array, the Yellow Emperor's Artifact Forging Technique, and Yan Di's Hundred Herbs Pill Art.

Fuxi said, "These five Divine Skills contain vast amounts of memories and insights. With your current soul power, you likely cannot withstand them. I suggest you choose two to learn first. Leave the other three for later."

Han Fei was a complete novice, so naturally, he followed Fuxi's advice.

Pangu said, "Given your current strength, I personally suggest that you take the Immortal Body and Chiyou's Void Walking first. These two abilities can greatly increase your strength."

Although the five Ancient Gods did not understand why they had come to this Primordial Group, based on the information they had received so far, Han Fei was the group leader of the Primordial Group.

These ancient great gods were no fools. Five gods and one mortal—could they possibly not know what they should do and what needed to be done?

Han Fei nodded and accepted the Immortal Body and Void Walking.

In an instant, a massive flood of memories poured into Han Fei's mind. At the same time, bursts of golden light radiated from his body.

Fortunately, this was a Side Hall meant exclusively for Daoist Sanyuan's disciples to cultivate in. Almost no outsiders would come here.

Golden light continuously flowed across his body. Han Fei felt as though he would rather die than endure the pain, while his flesh and blood gradually transformed, becoming harder and more solid.

As his body changed, his mind was also receiving the related insights and memories of Void Walking.

Both Han Fei's body and soul endured immense pain. Fortunately, it did not last long, and the golden light bursting from his body soon vanished.

Han Fei let out a breath. At that moment, his face was full of confidence, as though he had been completely reborn.

Bang! Just then, a dull impact sounded within the Side Hall, and a woman in a flowing green dress was sent flying directly into the hall.

Han Fei frowned. From the memories he had fused, he knew this was one of Taihe Peak's nine Side Halls, a cultivation ground exclusively for Daoist Sanyuan's nine disciples. Yet someone had actually come here to cause trouble.

The woman fell onto the floor of the great hall, blood at the corner of her lips. Her beautiful face was filled with determination.

A man dressed in a long green robe slowly walked into the hall through the entrance of the Side Hall.

"Outer Disciple Liu Cheng, under Eldest Senior Brother's orders, is here to invite Ninth Senior Brother to Taihe Hall."

The woman clutched her chest and said, "Senior Brother Han, don't go. Taihe Hall is selecting candidates for the Thirty-Three Peaks Martial Arts Tournament. If you go, you'll only be humiliated."

The woman was named Dong Jie. Since Han Fei was a Head Disciple, he had two Outer Disciple slots, and Dong Jie was one of them.

So even though she had now reached the Innate Realm, she still silently protected Han Fei. Whether because of the relationship between the Han Family and the Dong Family, or because Dong Jie had only entered the Tianyuan Divine Sect thanks to Han Fei, she had an obligation to repay him.

But after Dong Jie spoke, Liu Cheng laughed, loudly.

"Not going? Calling you Ninth Senior Brother once, and you really think you're Ninth Senior Brother? With your Body Refining Realm Sixth Level cultivation? More than half the Outer Disciples on Taihe Peak could beat you until you question your life, and you still have the nerve to call yourself senior brother?"

Dong Jie said angrily, "Even if he were at the first level of the Body Refining Realm, he would still be the Headmaster's official disciple. Besides, what are your intentions in calling Senior Brother Han to Taihe Hall? Who doesn't know?"

Liu Cheng frowned. "Noisy!"

As he spoke, he raised his leg and swept it toward Dong Jie's face.

Bang! With a dull impact, Liu Cheng's leg stopped a foot from Dong Jie's forehead. Han Fei's right hand gripped Liu Cheng's leg as he said coldly, "Do you know where this is?"

Liu Cheng froze. Just a moment ago, he had clearly seen Han Fei more than ten meters away, yet Han Fei had suddenly appeared before him and blocked that strike.

Although he had not used spiritual energy in that kick, it was still not something someone at the Body Refining Realm Sixth Level could block.

At that moment, Liu Cheng met Han Fei's gaze.

Cold—utterly cold. He even felt as though he had been pinned down by a wild beast, completely suppressed by Han Fei's imposing presence.