Everyone, This World Is Fake, Right?!

I stepped into my dormitory, which I hadn't been back to for a long time.

Lin Hao lay down on the bed, ignoring the dust on it, and closed his eyes to think.

In the past two months, he has experienced a lot and gradually realized some differences.

This is also a major reason why he believes the world is fake.

Not long after leaving the auction house, he encountered a woman being chased. Before parting, she gave him a fragment of a map and then disappeared.

After obtaining the map, Lin Hao initially didn't pay much attention to it and continued to explore the world.

But along the way, people kept approaching him, their words always carrying a hint of guidance.

I've encountered no fewer than ten mysterious old men.

None of them showed any Spiritual Qi fluctuations.

They are all unfathomable.

Of course, none of that is the most important thing. The most important thing is that he found a pen on the street corner.

It's still a ballpoint pen.

Come on, tell me, ballpoint pens exist in the cultivation world, right?

But just as he picked up the pen, a strange, eccentric person appeared out of nowhere, uttering some odd words.

He fainted on the spot not long after, and when he woke up, the pen he had picked up was gone.

Some people nearby said he was lying on the ground, muttering something.

Ask him if he had just had a nightmare.

Is it really such a coincidence?

Lin Hao thought about it carefully and realized that he hadn't killed a single person since he transmigrated.

Whether it's an enemy or an invasion by the demonic sect.

What happened to the cultivation world being a dog-eat-dog world, utterly dark and ruthless?

Every time I encounter danger, there will inevitably be another group of people who have a grudge against me. Then the two sides will fight, fight further and further apart, and finally disappear from sight.

That's absolutely outrageous.

In addition to some things that happened at the Azure Mountain Sect before.

Lin Hao couldn't sleep at all, not even for a single night.

So he secretly tested some things.

For example, talking to oneself, or writing down a plan.

In the end, it was discovered that these words and plans would all be interrupted in advance.

Or it could be related to the amount of contact.

Is there a powerful figure pulling the strings behind the scenes?

Who the hell has the audacity to use a ballpoint pen?!

Or is it all a lie?

When will technology be able to implant Spiritual Qi into the body?

Is everything true?

Come on, even though it's like this, you still say it's true.

No wonder Lin Hao almost had a mental breakdown when he saw the stone tablet.

After all, anyone would be bewildered if they encountered something like this.

"Perhaps we should give it a try."

A glint of light flashed in Lin Hao's eyes, as if he had made a decision.

"Senior Brother Lin, the elders have summoned the outer sect for a meeting."

Familiar words came from outside not long after Lin Hao lay down.

Lin Hao was already used to the door being kicked open.

Let's go.

Lin Hao sat up in bed and glanced at the person who had come in.

I cannot sense any Spiritual Qi fluctuations.

What's that around my waist?

Suddenly, Lin Hao noticed something.

My gaze fell on the newcomer's waist, where a rectangular outline was faintly visible through the long robe.

This thing looks somewhat familiar.

"What's wrong, Senior Brother Lin? The elders are still waiting."

The disciple felt uncomfortable being stared at like that by Lin Hao, so he asked with some confusion.

"It's nothing, let's go."

Lin Hao smiled and patted the other person's waist without making a sound.

A familiar feeling immediately washed over me.

And···

It seems... the screen is on.

The faint light shone through the clothing, and it was almost invisible unless you looked closely.

What is this if not a cell phone???

A ballpoint pen, a cell phone, and these coincidences... even if the world were real, Lin Hao wouldn't believe it now.

It's impossible for all these things to have traveled through time.

Who would believe that?

What happens next in the plot?

[Unbelievable! The production team is always pulling off unexpected stunts. Who could possibly guess? Take last time, for example—ten mysterious old men appeared in a short period of time. That was just absurd.]

I heard that these are all cameos made by the advertisers' fathers.

[A cameo role? No wonder, I'd love to be a free extra.]

[My daily mealtime entertainment: I'll start by finishing a bowl of rice.]

Watching the live stream, the chat was buzzing with activity, with people discussing the possible plot developments that would unfold next.

Outer gate plaza.

Many outer disciples stood among them, quietly watching the outer sect elder in front of them.

His energy and spirit are completely different from before.

After all, they're all "regular troops" now, with a complete sect system; how can things be the same as before?

However, one of the storylines is quite good, and it allows me to take a break from being constantly chased and coerced by the Discipline Elder.

Those muscles were simply terrifying.

Lin Hao arrived late, looking at the disciples in the square and sensing their spiritual energy.

Hmm, nothing at all.

His mind was not on the elder at the front at all.

Instead, he observed the outer disciples around him.

He used to genuinely believe it, but now he finds it somewhat laughable.

With so many flaws, how come I never had a single suspicion before?

"A grand competition will be held in the outer sect tomorrow. The winner will gain the right to be directly promoted to the inner sect. I hope you will cherish this opportunity."

The outer sect elder's voice rang out loudly, transmitted slowly from all directions via loudspeakers, without the use of spiritual power.

Has the person been changed?

Only when he heard the voice did Lin Hao realize that the Grand Elder of the Outer Sect above had been replaced.

Of course, none of that matters.

Outer Gate Grand Competition?

Hehe.

Is this another one of those manipulative tactics?

Lin Hao let out a long sigh, his face turning grim.

Do you have any other questions?

The Grand Elder glanced at the outer disciples and spoke.

"I will obey the elder's command!"

The crowd below spoke in unison, in perfect unison.

This momentum and atmosphere were completely different from anything Lin Hao had ever seen before.

"I have a question!"

Suddenly, Lin Hao's voice rang out, his gaze fixed on the Grand Elder in front of him.

Then he walked forward.

Is there something wrong with Lin Hao?

What's wrong with him?

These outer disciples, including the elders, were all somewhat baffled.

Not to mention the comments section.

The audience also had some questions.

Lin Hao seems off; what is he planning?

"Lin Hao, you've just returned from the outside world. Is there anything else you need?"

The outer sect elder nodded.

The sect leader had long ago said that everyone in the Azure Mountain Sect who could cultivate was a disciple of the Azure Mountain Sect.

Although Lin Hao is a "protagonist," he still fits the sect leader's classification of disciples.

He can also be considered a disciple of the Azure Mountain Sect.

However, there are still many things I haven't had a chance to tell him.

The main purpose was to maintain secrecy and reduce the Azure Mountain Sect's presence in the outside world.

He was surrounded by too many surveillance cameras; wherever he went, it was broadcast live.

There was simply no chance to say it.

The sect leader said that Lin Hao's cultivation level was at the late stage of Qi Refining.

If he hadn't been disturbed by the production team, he would have been a promising talent.

Lin Hao walked forward step by step, with the outer disciples making way for him.

Lin Hao didn't say anything and continued walking.

When I reached the front, I looked up at the elder.

His eyes were strange, and his whole demeanor was odd.

"Gentlemen, is this world an illusion?"

Lin Hao lowered his voice, making it easy to sense his emotions.

The entire square fell silent instantly.