Chapter 2: The First Group Member (Victim)

"Zhang Sanfeng has joined the Chat Group!"

"Another newbie joined? Show us your photo, show us your photo!"

"Remember to hand over the entry Red Packet!"

"It's rare for a newcomer to join, welcome, welcome!"

On Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng, whose immortal air and Daoist Bone fully displayed the demeanor of an Immortal family, stood atop a cliff, feeling a bit bewildered as he listened to the continuous stream of notification sounds ringing in his mind.

He circulated his Pure Yang Limitless Art, raising his Six Senses to their limit.

Within a radius of several hundred meters, even the sound of falling leaves could be heard clearly, yet he still found no trace of any human presence.

"Thousand Mile Sound Transmission?"

"When did such a formidable figure appear in the Jianghu?"

After searching the surroundings carefully for several rounds and still finding nothing, Zhang Sanfeng's eyebrows arched slightly; not only did he not feel discouraged, but he was actually a little excited.

"Could it be that in the years I haven't walked the Jianghu, some other powerful figures have emerged?"

Thinking of the Six Great Sects of the Jianghu, Zhang Sanfeng shook his head again.

Back when he walked the Jianghu, the Six Great Sects fought from childhood to old age; he had basically fought everyone who was capable of fighting, and those with bad characters or who were wicked to the core had been killed by him.

It wasn't him boasting, but he truly felt that not a single person in the Six Great Sects was capable of a real fight.

Among the Six Great Sects, aside from the Emei Sect, there wasn't one he hadn't fought.

As for why he didn't fight the Emei Sect?

It could only be said that the Emei Sect was founded by that white moonlight in his heart.

"White-Browed Eagle King? Golden-Haired Lion King? Purple-Robed Dragon King? Or perhaps the Green-Winged Bat King?"

After much thought, perhaps only the Ming Cult, which had risen in recent years, might have some experts.

Just as he was pondering, that voice in his mind rang out once again.

"Why has the newbie gone silent? Come out quickly, it's rare to have a newbie, let's chat and exchange for a while."

"Newbie? Daoist friend, what do you mean?"

As soon as this thought popped into Zhang Sanfeng's mind, he discovered that the messages in his mind dinged again.

He had just wanted to communicate with the other party and hadn't even managed to find the person, but as the thought emerged, the sentence was sent out from his mind.

"Think carefully, the corresponding rules are already in your mind."

Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment and immediately felt a massive amount of information surge into his mind.

"Basic Rules of the Wanjie Chat Group"

The Wanjie Chat Group connects the myriad worlds, capable of pulling different people from the myriad worlds into the group...

The heavens and myriad worlds, Gods, Buddhas, Immortals, and demons, a communication method connecting the Shi Jie...

Zhang Sanfeng was immediately shocked, losing his previous composure.

"Could it be that the senior is an Immortal God? Does the world truly have Immortal Gods?"

He had cultivated the Dao all his life, and having traveled far and wide, he had seen much and heard of various legends of Immortal Gods, but he had never witnessed one with his own eyes.

Now, the Wanjie Chat Group's Thousand Mile Sound Transmission, which was like that of an Immortal God, left him extremely shocked.

Such a figure was even able to transmit information directly into his mind, letting him understand the rules of the Wanjie Chat Group.

For a moment, his mind was shaken, and he believed in the Wanjie Chat Group by eighty percent.

People in this world capable of performing Thousand Mile Sound Transmission on him without his detection were already few and far between, let alone instilling information into his mind.

If one had such an ability, using it to teach disciples would allow them to directly grasp his thoughts; wouldn't that produce a huge group of the world's supreme experts?

"Are they truly Immortal Gods?"

Thinking of this, his heart, which had been withered and silent for many years, suddenly became excited again.

Zhang Sanfeng could even feel his heart beating violently in his chest; he was even afraid that all of this was a hallucination.

His martial arts cultivation had already reached the absolute limit of the world, with no further room to advance.

Now, an opportunity to go further seemed to be placed right in front of him.

And in his mind, the clear notification sounds still rang out unhurriedly, clearly telling him that all of this was not a hallucination.

"I'm not any Immortal God, I'm just a little newbie, an ordinary corporate slave on Earth!"

"Immortal Elder, you jest. Just this ability of Thousand Mile Sound Transmission, communicating with me across worlds, is something this old Daoist feels inferior to."

Although he didn't understand many of the terms, it didn't stop Zhang Sanfeng from flattering the person on the other side.

Immortals act in strange and eccentric ways, using strange words; that is the demeanor of an Immortal, which is reasonable and logical.

As for the Immortal's self-deprecation, he dared not take it seriously.

"I really am an ordinary person. Look at the level settings yourself, in the group announcement."

Zhang Xuan's alt account was quite earnestly popularizing science; his main account was for showing off, but the alt account was not.

If the alt account were showing off all day long, where would the cultivation techniques, Red Packets, and miraculous pills come from?

All of that relied on the alt account humbly popularizing knowledge to others and tricking newbies; only the main account could show off.

Therefore, Zhang Xuan didn't feel that such popularization lowered his status at all; instead, he introduced it to Zhang Sanfeng very earnestly.

After all, to take, one must first give.

"The Group Owner divides the world's cultivation levels into eleven tiers. Those capable of transcending the Multiverse are called Tier 11, those who control the Multiverse are called Ten-Tier..."

"Those capable of being unaffected by the birth and death of worlds and achieving Chang Sheng are called Tier 8..."

"Are there really such figures in the world?"

Zhang Sanfeng was shocked and looked at the concepts in front of him for a moment.

Most were too complex and vague, and he didn't quite understand them, but those concepts were written specifically and in detail.

Even the specific number of worlds destroyed and the specific stages reached were clearly divided, so although he didn't think there would be such powerful figures in the world, he felt that perhaps he was just too small, like a frog at the bottom of a well.

After all, that entire set of levels was logically self-consistent and formed its own standard.

"Perhaps the Immortal Gods in myths could reach this level..."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed in his heart, then quickly took a look at his own level.

"Tier 2 Martial Arts Practitioner, Zhang Sanfeng."

Zhang Sanfeng whispered it out, looking at the tag hanging above his head, feeling slightly dazed.

Then he went to take a look at the introduction for Tier 2.

"Possessing Internal Energy, True Qi, True Essence, or other extraordinary traits, and possessing extraordinary strength among them, having opened the Bridge of Heaven and Earth, and being able to slightly borrow the power of heaven and earth..."

"Uh..."

Although he had thought his strength might not be very strong, Zhang Sanfeng had not expected it to be poor to this extent.

It was only a little bit better than the lowest level.

Filled with curiosity, he also took a look at Level 1.

"An ordinary person with a strong body or possessing partial True Qi, Internal Energy, or other extraordinary factors, but at most capable of fighting a hundred men..."

The corners of Zhang Sanfeng's mouth twitched; his calm state of mind, formed over many years, was slightly shattered.

So, in the Wanjie Chat Group, his evaluation was just a little bit better than an ordinary mortal?

In the martial arts world, he was, after all, like a martial arts myth with great fame; he had not expected such a low evaluation.

Then he looked carefully in the group again; the Group Owner was Tier 12, unspeakable, unmentionable, and indescribable.

Then the three Administrators were Tier 11, Tier 11, and Ten-Tier respectively.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng felt his scalp tingle a little.

However, at the same time, a kind of longing arose in his heart; as a person who had walked the path of martial arts to the limit, seeing the future of martial arts again, he felt a lot of hope.

One must know that back then, he was just a nameless little novice monk at Shaolin Temple; if there were a level evaluation in the martial arts world, he might have been equivalent to unranked.

And it did not take him long to go from unranked to third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, and even the pinnacle of the martial arts world; he reached it in his middle age.

Now seeing a broader world, Zhang Sanfeng felt that he might still have the opportunity to spend some years climbing to the peak.

"Having a path forward is a good thing; who knows, perhaps in the future I can also reach Ten-Tier or Tier 11."

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng did not yet know what Ten-Tier or Tier 11 meant, but his heart held the joy of discovering a path forward, as well as burgeoning confidence.

Then he saw the person who had been talking to him and calling himself a newbie when explaining.

Tier 1 · Zhang Xuan.

"No wonder he said he wasn't a senior and wasn't an Immortal God."

Zhang Sanfeng had a moment of realization in his heart.

Just then, Zhang Xuan spoke.

Zhang Xuan: Now you understand, right? I said it earlier, I really am a newbie, I just happened to come in a little earlier than you. In terms of strength, I'm even worse than you.

Zhang Sanfeng: As the old saying goes, those who achieve are first; how can one judge superiority by strength and realm?

Even knowing that the other party's strength and realm might not be as good as his own, Zhang Sanfeng did not dare to be negligent.

After all, the other party entered this Wanjie Chat Group before him, so he must know a lot and can be considered a senior; after all, those who achieve are teachers.

Zhang Xuan: You've got the gist of it, right? Then send the newcomer Red Packet first. I've been talking to you for so long, I'm tired.

Zhang Sanfeng: Red... Packet?

Standing on the mountain peak, Zhang Sanfeng was a bit confused, but he quickly understood the other party's meaning.

Zhang Xuan: Your martial arts manuals, spiritual pills, heavenly treasures, and the like—as long as you move your thoughts, you can send them out. Just send a newcomer Red Packet first; you don't need to send anything too valuable, something simple will do.

Although Zhang Sanfeng was an old man nearing a hundred years of age, he accepted these things very quickly. With a movement of his thoughts, he immediately found the Red Packet button in the Chat Group.

He thought about it slightly; although this method was a bit strange—asking for a gift upon first meeting—it seemed a bit peculiar.

After pondering for a while and conceiving it in his mind, he chose Wudang Basic Internal Gong.

Ding-dong, the Red Packet you sent has been claimed.

On the other side, Zhang Xuan looked at the Wudang Basic Internal Gong appearing in his mind, feeling a surge of joy in his heart.

It was worth all the effort he spent talking; now it was time for the harvest.

However, feeling those complex ancient characters in his mind, his expression turned strange; he did not understand these complicated ancient texts.

Not to mention that Wudang Basic Internal Gong used ancient text, the meaning was very strange, difficult to read, and contained many technical terms that non-martial artists could not understand.

Even someone specializing in ancient texts might not be able to understand it, but Zhang Xuan quickly turned to joy again.

As his thoughts moved, the Wudang Internal Gong instantly transformed into simple and easy-to-understand vernacular, with relevant professional annotations included; even meridian charts appeared in his mind—it was practically idiot-proof teaching.

The Wanjie Chat Group had automatically translated it for him.

"This ability is quite something; it lives up to the name Wanjie Chat Group."

Zhang Xuan was overjoyed.

Zhang Xuan: Thank you, Big Brother! May Big Brother live to be a hundred!

Zhang Sanfeng: I am almost at my hundredth birthday...

Zhang Xuan: May Big Brother become an Immortal or a Saint, and may Big Brother's path of cultivation be smooth.

Zhang Sanfeng: This... many thanks for your blessings, fellow Daoist.

Zhang Sanfeng could not quite understand; he had only sent a Wudang Basic Internal Gong, which all Wudang disciples could practice, so why use such exaggerated language?

It could only be said that in different eras, the thoughts and behaviors of different people are vastly different.

Modern exaggerated language and daily blessings were still a bit too flamboyant and hard to accept for a hundred-year-old man living in the Ming Dynasty.

But Zhang Xuan felt that Zhang Sanfeng would accept it before long; after all, the Chat Group revolved around him.

(End of chapter)