Is My Moments Really the Heavenly Court?

Ghosts? There were definitely ghosts. Qin Fen confirmed it again—he really hadn't imagined it. The bottle of light soy sauce had vanished. So frightened that he jolted violently, he jumped onto the bed and turned on every light. Forget selfies now—this could get someone killed.

Clutching his phone, Qin Fen curled up on the bed and silently watched his surroundings. Everything was quiet. No green glow appeared, no lights flickered, and there was no eerie wailing in his ears.

Fear came from the unknown: terror of death and incomprehension of what came after. That was why ghosts existed. The unknown was the root of terror. The less people knew, the more they imagined and feared. So Qin Fen chickened out. It had nothing to do with whether he was brave or not. If you watched a bottle of soy sauce vanish right before your eyes, tell me—wouldn't you be scared?

"Immortal, your light soy sauce is incredible. Paired with the cold noodles you mentioned, it's truly delicious! Cool and refreshing, with a rich texture, and the noodles are so chewy. What a brilliant idea. This little immortal is convinced—completely convinced."

His phone suddenly vibrated, and Qin Fen nearly cursed out loud. But when he saw the other party's message, he was stunned. No, it was bizarre. What did he mean, my light soy sauce? Had that bottle of Lee Kum Kee somehow flown into his hands? Or had his soy sauce traveled through time?

Good heavens, even soy sauce could travel through time? Qin Fen was no fool; he even had a little cleverness to him. Thinking it over, he found the key to the problem. He had taken a picture and sent him the photo, but the light soy sauce had disappeared and ended up in his hands. Wasn't that ghostly?

With that thought, Qin Fen sprang off the bed, flung open the refrigerator, and sure enough, his bottle of sweet bean sauce was gone too.

Could this supernatural event be related to him taking pictures and sending them? No, there was another issue. Qin Fen thought of something crucial. If items traveled along with photographs, then the other party was probably not so simple. A psychiatric patient? He no longer thought so. Could it be... a bizarre thought surfaced in his mind.

He opened his phone and returned to Moments. Qin Fen saw two huge words: Heavenly Court!

I'll be damned.

Qin Fen's heart leaped into his throat. His eyes shifted, and he typed, "Food God, did you receive the light soy sauce?"

"I received it, Immortal. Your divine power is boundless."

Qin Fen's heart skipped. Something was definitely going on. It really had been transmitted along with the photo. "Hmm, this thing seems to exist in the Mortal Realm. Why do you seem not to understand it at all?"

"Great Immortal, you truly are an expert. No, a genuine immortal. No, even immortal is not enough—I don't know how to say it. Ever since the Immortal-Mortal Severance, the Mortal Realm and the Earthly Immortal Realm have been divided by the Heavenly Dao, cutting off all contact. We cannot see the Mortal Realm or descend into it, so we know nothing about its present state. You possess immense wisdom and immense divine power. No wonder you can see the Mortal Realm. Please help me, Immortal! No, True Lord! No, Patriarch!"

Holy crap, he had gone from immortal to patriarch in an instant. The muscles on Qin Fen's face twitched.

Qin Fen immediately adjusted his demeanor and sent, "As the saying goes, Heaven Rewards Diligence. I saw that you were diligent enough and persistent enough, so I chose to enlighten you."

Heavenly Dao? Food God swayed and nearly dropped to his knees.

He looked at the light soy sauce in his hand, then at the sweet bean sauce, his voice trembling. I knew even the Saints, the Three Pure Ones, could not divine the Mortal Realm. How could this Immortal know? My heavens—couldn't it be Heaven itself? That was the Heavenly Dao.

What a saying: Heaven Rewards Diligence. Wasn't that Heaven taking pity on him? This time, he truly knelt.

"Do not speak of my affairs. Do not spread them around. Remember, the Dao is not passed to a third pair of ears!" Qin Fen's eyes gleamed.

"This little one understands. This little one knows. I absolutely will not publicize it everywhere. May I ask, Patriarch, how should this little one contact you in the future? And how should I address you?"

Food God was nearly incoherent. This was the Heavenly Dao—Hongjun Patriarch had appeared! That old patriarch had not shown himself for many years. Today, he had truly struck it lucky. Heaven Rewards Diligence. Food God firmly committed those words to memory.

"Dao Follows Nature!"

Dao Follows Nature—one phrase that revealed the essence of the Heavenly Dao. We are far beneath him! Food God was about to prostrate himself completely.

"Then I shall address you as Natural Sage Lord!"

"Daoist Nature will do. A Daoist title is merely a name, a marker. It does not represent anything. The important thing is to see the essence through the surface of things." Qin Fen's response came effortlessly, without the slightest pressure.

We are utterly in awe! Food God sighed inwardly. Look at the patriarch, then look at Kitchen God. What kind of state of mind did Kitchen God have? No wonder he was stuck in the same middling position as himself.

"Food God, let me ask you something else. Now that the Heavenly Court has been cut off from the Mortal Realm and cannot descend there, what do you do?"

How could Food God dare to think too much about it? "In reply to Daoist Nature, ascension has been cut off, so naturally we cannot sit and wait for death. Thus, we established new policies. Immortals are permitted to marry, so immortal children can be born continuously, naturally making up for the shortage of population."

So that was it. "Is your banquet about to begin? One day in Heaven is one year on earth—it seems time passes quickly."

"Yes, it is about to begin. Time is unfathomable; it is a profound Heavenly Dao Law. This little one does not understand it either."

Qin Fen smiled. It seemed that after the Immortal-Mortal Severance, even the time difference had changed. Ages passed in the Mortal Realm, while the Heavenly Court seemed to have changed somewhat, though not by much. Interesting.

He was now completely certain that he had not stumbled upon Moments from Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital. These were real immortals, a real Heavenly Court.

At that thought, his eyes shifted again. "Food God, you are proficient in cooking. I am also studying it now. Why not let me study your divine power and divine arts?"

Food God did not even think before concentrating his mind.

Your WeChat storage has not yet been expanded and cannot store items exceeding 1G.

Holy shit. Qin Fen finally understood. What did Food God matter? What did the Heavenly Court matter? His phone—this WeChat app—was the truly overpowered one. It could really transmit things! China Mobile was incredible. Its roaming service had expanded all the way to the Heavenly Court.

Qin Fen sorted through his thoughts. Divine power and divine arts were surely high-end goods, so their massive transfer size made sense. Since he could not get them over, forget it. He could slowly explore WeChat's functions later. But now that he had made contact, after playing along with him for so long, he definitely could not return empty-handed. Who knew when this bizarre, terrifying situation would disappear?

"Then send me your experience and insights on cooking."

Qin Fen spoke again. Compared with divine powers and divine arts, this should not be too large, right?

Upon hearing this, Food God thought, What kind of request is that? He immediately recited it. Would a patriarch like him care about such a tiny collection of private recipes?

Dingdong. Qin Fen raised his phone and looked. Sure enough, an image resembling a book had appeared, with the words God of Cookery's Cookbook written across it.

Well, even if he could not get divine arts or immortal energy, at least he could learn a trade. Hadn't he seen those advertisements? New Oriental chefs had high-paying careers; marry a New Oriental chef when you met one. If he learned Food God's craft, he should at least be equivalent to graduating from an advanced training class at New Oriental Culinary School.

The thought made him a little excited. Qin Fen tapped the image, and then he felt absolutely terrible.