Iconic Scenes of the World

Meng Qi: Now that's an invincible Furnace Emperor! Confident, just as expected!

Lu Mingfei: Truly a model for the Furnace Realm, the Head of Ten Thousand Furnaces!

After joining the group, Lu Mingfei had quickly hit it off with everyone while Meng Chuan was in seclusion. In the process, he had revealed his true nature. He and Meng Qi were, in a word, a perfect match!

"Little Meng, Lu Mingfei, has anyone ever told you two how obnoxious you are?" Meng Chuan's tone was unfriendly. "You're the rotten apples of the Chat Group! Both of you!"

Meng Qi: Great Emperor, there are three. You missed one. (whispers)

Bibi Dong: Who's the other one?

"How could there possibly be a third? Utter nonsense!" Meng Chuan declared righteously.

When he noticed the peculiar look in Yao Chen's eyes, Meng Chuan ignored it. The other one certainly wasn't him. Yao Chen probably meant himself, considering his rather unusual tastes.

"Great Emperor, how can I help you?" After chatting in the group for a while, Yao Chen looked at the blurry human shape inside the furnace. They were still quite concerned about Meng Chuan.

When Meng Chuan had livestreamed his battle against the four from the Outer Regions, everyone had tacitly refrained from posting comments, afraid they might distract him. At the time, that was all they could do for him.

When the four had joined forces with the Immortal Cauldron and a grand formation, putting Meng Chuan in danger, every one of them had felt a knot in their stomach.

Chatting really did have a strange magic to it. Everyone who joined quickly came to accept this place and wanted to protect what was, in a sense, a haven.

Meng Chuan in the Shrouding the Heavens World and Meng Chuan in the group might as well have been two different people. In the group, he could relax. It was like a harbor.

The other members felt something similar. Here, everyone knew how the others' lives had originally unfolded. Every group member could be considered exceptionally close to the rest.

"How far has the story progressed?" Meng Chuan first asked about the state of this world. As for his own situation, there was no hurry. If he was right, one year would be enough.

"Nalan Yanran will probably come to break off the engagement today. I sensed that group from the Mist Cloud Sect heading toward the Xiao Family yesterday. They'll definitely arrive today," Yao Chen said.

Since joining the Chat Group, Yao Chen had found plenty of cultivation methods in the Group Store, along with treasures that could repair his soul. He was hardly poor, either, and by now his soul power had recovered considerably.

It was worth noting that five new members had joined, and almost every one of them had added many new things to the Group Store. Lu Mingfei was the exception.

Yao Chen had contributed his pill-refining arts, Dou Qi cultivation methods, and battle techniques; Yan Chixia had contributed his cultivation methods. Fei Peng's contributions were even more remarkable: scriptures leading straight to immortality and godhood, immortal arts, and more—though those were only called immortality and godhood in Fei Peng's world. Bibi Dong had also uploaded a few soul-power meditation methods, as well as soul rings and soul bones. There were also many rare treasures from different worlds.

By now, the Group Store had quite a few goods, and a wide variety at that.

"Oh! An iconic scene is coming up! I've got to see this!" Meng Chuan's interest was piqued. He looked at Yao Chen and teased, "This is your future disciple. What, you're still going to let him suffer that humiliation?"

"You jest, Great Emperor." Yao Chen shook his head. "It isn't humiliation. It's what drives him forward. This time, he'll reach the pinnacle even faster, but I won't interfere with the trials he ought to face."

"And you?"

"Haha." Yao Chen laughed. "I'll be waiting for him at the pinnacle well in advance, of course!"

Zhang Sanfeng: Old Yao's blade hasn't dulled with age!

Meng Qi: May Old Yao stay forever young!

Lu Mingfei: Old Yao's still young at heart!

Yao Chen's face stiffened. After a moment, he began muttering under his breath.

Those words made me shake with anger. On a sweltering day, I was drenched in cold sweat, my hands and feet icy. Could this Chat Group ever get better? How were we old cultivators supposed to live before you were satisfied? Tears streamed down my face despite myself. This group was filled with oppression against old cultivators. When would old cultivators finally be able to stand tall?

Everyone in the Chat Group could see Old Yao's lips clearly through the livestream and knew what he was saying. They burst out laughing, and the group was filled with merriment.

"It's starting, it's starting! The Mist Cloud Sect people are here!" Yao Chen suddenly shouted. Meng Chuan sent his divine sense out of the ring and switched the livestream to his own viewpoint.

It was a rather lavish hall. Several people dressed in Xiao Family attire were talking enthusiastically with an unfamiliar old man. Now and then, though, helplessness showed on the man's face, leaving him at a loss for words.

The old man looked as if he wanted to say something but held back, prompting the young woman who had come with him to shoot him glare after glare.

In a corner of the hall, a young man and woman were whispering to each other. Barring any surprises, the young man was Xiao Yan, one of today's main characters, while the young woman was his childhood sweetheart, Xiao Xun'er.

"This is a world of Dou Qi. There is no flashy, dazzling Magic—only Dou Qi, developed to its very pinnacle!"

"From lowest to highest, the ranks are Dou Zhi Qi, Dou Zhe, Dou Shi, Da Dou Shi, Dou Ling, Dou Wang, Dou Huang, Dou Zong, Dou Zun, Dou Sheng, and Dou Di! Our protagonist's road to becoming a Dou Di begins at this very moment!"

Daigu Madoka: Is that... narration?

Meng Qi: Where did that narrator come from?

The Ancient One: That voice... strange. It has a sense of cold, absolute impartiality.

Zhang Sanfeng: Could even the world consciousness of the Dou Qi Continent be watching this historic moment?

Yao Chen: Everyone... you're overthinking it.

System notification: Group member Yao Chen has uploaded a memory recording.

The group members were puzzled. Why had Yao Chen suddenly uploaded a memory recording? Weren't they watching the livestream?

Still, they all opened it, only to see something that made every one of them cry out in surprise.

In the memory recording Yao Chen had uploaded, Meng Chuan was pinching his throat as he spoke. His words were precisely the narration they had just heard...

Yan Chixia: ...

Bibi Dong: Hahahaha, the Great Emperor is so adorable.

Meng Qi: Shameless. You're still the most shameless.

Lu Mingfei: My eyes!

Meng Chuan saw the commotion in the group too. A little embarrassed, he lowered his hand and said with a smile, "That beating just now put me under a lot of pressure. I was only livening up the mood!"

At the same time, he glared at Yao Chen. Young man, that was underhanded! Secretly filming an elderly Great Emperor like me!

The group was laughing, but outside the group, tempers were flaring.

As events unfolded, the subject of breaking off the engagement finally came up. The peerless immortal pill Qi Gathering Powder—hah—and the threats from the supreme Mist Cloud Sect all made their appearance.

"I... really want to kill you!" Xiao Yan said, looking at Nalan Yanran.

Zhang Sanfeng: He's being rather impulsive. I understand why, but if the sect were more ruthless and domineering, that one sentence could get the entire Xiao Family wiped out.

Meng Qi: You've been reading plenty of those novels I compiled and uploaded, haven't you, Reverend? Sly grin.JPG

Zhang Sanfeng: How can you slander an innocent man out of thin air?

"Quiet down! You're interrupting my show!" Meng Chuan complained to the group's resident "treasures," keeping his eyes fixed on the scene outside.

There, the classic Three-Year Agreement was made. And at the end—

The young man's defiant voice rang through the clouds.

"Miss Nalan, Xiao Yan has a few words of advice for you today."

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—never look down on a young man because he's poor!"

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