Chapter 7: Chat Group Upgrade, New Members

Zhang Xuan didn't need to ask; Zhang Sanfeng had already excitedly explained everything in the Chat Group.

Zhang Sanfeng: What the little friend said was indeed all true; my third disciple is already recovering.

Zhang Sanfeng spoke very briefly, only saying that he had already obtained the Black Jade Ointment and the relevant formula, and that his disciple was recovering.

He didn't mention at all how he managed to capture people from the Diamond Sect within the heavily guarded Ruyang Wangfu, nor how he learned the formula for the Black Jade Ointment from the mouths of the Diamond Sect members.

For this old man, who was nearly a hundred years old and possessed extremely rich experience in walking the jianghu, these were indeed not problems.

As long as he knew that such a thing existed in the world and knew its specific location, he could go and retrieve it. For ordinary people, there would be many problems in retrieving the item—the defenses of Ruyang Wangfu, the internal security of the prince's mansion, the powerful martial arts of the Diamond Sect...

But for Zhang Sanfeng, perhaps the distance was the greatest problem for him.

Zhang Xuan smiled slightly, knowing that things had produced a very good effect; the next moment, the group chat messages suddenly popped up frantically.

Ding, Zhang Sanfeng has uploaded the Group File Black Jade Ointment formula!

Ding, Zhang Sanfeng has uploaded the Group File Wudang Cloud-Ladder Step!

Ding, Zhang Sanfeng has uploaded the Group File True Martial Seven-Section Formation!

Ding, Zhang Sanfeng has uploaded the Group File Wudang Nine Yang Skill!

Ding, Zhang Sanfeng has uploaded the Group File Nine Yang Divine Art!

"Holy cow."

Looking at the series of messages popping up, even Zhang Xuan was somewhat shocked.

It wasn't over yet; the next moment, a Red Packet notification sound rang out in the Chat Group.

Three consecutive Red Packets jumped out from the Chat Group.

Zhang Xuan instinctively clicked on them quickly.

Ding, you have claimed the Red Packet sent by Zhang Sanfeng, Wudang Cloud-Ladder Step!

Ding, you have claimed the Red Packet sent by Zhang Sanfeng, Pure Yang Limitless Skill!

Ding, you have claimed the Red Packet sent by Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Sanfeng's annotations on the Nine Yang Divine Art!

Zhang Xuan was immersed in a state of joy, waiting for this half-month to make this joy appear even more enjoyable, like a pot of mellow, fine wine.

Zhang Xuan: Big Boss 666!

Zhang Xuan: Big Boss is generous!

Zhang Xuan: Big Boss will surely become an Immortal, a Buddha, and a master of all!

On Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng's expression stiffened slightly.

Although he had somewhat accepted Zhang Xuan's slightly flamboyant personality, he still found it hard to accept such exaggerated praise.

And on Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng's six disciples were all quite excited.

Even Song Yuanqiao, who always presented himself with dignity before his disciples, had lost his usual stern face, and his face was full of smiles.

Five middle-aged men surrounded Yu Daiyan, who was sitting in a wheelchair; his expression was not as gloomy as before, and a smile was on his pale face—his excitement was palpable.

No matter how they thought about it, they never expected that their master, who had been in seclusion for many years, could retrieve such a miraculous medicine on his first trip down the mountain.

It allowed the broken bones of Yu Daiyan, who had been bedridden for many years, to regrow. They had examined him, and at the current rate of recovery, Yu Daiyan would truly be able to stand up before long, and even his martial arts would not be wasted much.

This was a fortunate and joyous event for the entire Wudang Mountain.

Combined with the fact that Zhang Sanfeng's hundredth birthday was coming up soon, it was joy upon joy, and everyone's face was filled with smiles.

"It's a pity that Brother Zhang is not here; otherwise, it would be even happier."

Mo Shenggu spoke without thinking in his excitement, and he regretted it the moment the words left his mouth.

Zhang Cuishan had been missing for many years, and there had been no news in the jianghu; he was another pain in their master's heart.

After all, the disciple Zhang Sanfeng had loved the most back then was this fifth disciple, Zhang Cuishan.

Now that one wound had just been healed, another was uncovered; Mo Shenggu knew he had made a slip of the tongue and immediately slapped his own mouth.

"I was muddled!"

"Qingshu has been practicing the Cloud-Ladder Step well recently, and the Wudang Sword Art has also improved!"

"Junior Brother Yu has been bedridden for many years, so his recovery cannot be rushed; his nutrition must keep up. I have already ordered people in the kitchen to stew some chicken soup..."

The other disciples also hurriedly tried to smooth things over, trying their best not to let the scene become awkward, and quickly changed the subject. Zhang Sanfeng chuckled and did not say much more on this topic.

The entire gathering concluded harmoniously, but after it finished, Zhang Sanfeng went to the back mountain by himself.

His face was no longer as calm and leisurely as before; after a sigh, he opened the Chat Group.

Zhang Sanfeng: @Zhang Xuan, does the fellow Daoist know the whereabouts of my fifth disciple? For these years, this old Daoist has been searching, but there has been no news.

Zhang Xuan was grinning from ear to ear in his own home; hearing the question from Zhang Sanfeng, his "god of wealth," he immediately came back to his senses and responded with a smile.

Zhang Xuan: I know. Your fifth disciple ended up overseas due to an accident and is on Binghuo Dao.

Now he has married and had children. When your hundredth birthday arrives, he will not only bring a wife back, but also a child.

Zhang Sanfeng felt a surge of joy in his heart. With the foreshadowing of the Black Jade Ointment, he already had seven or eight parts of belief in his heart regarding the fact that the Heavenly Dao Controller had once created the world and allowed parts of the world's destiny to be revealed to Zhang Xuan.

He had personally witnessed the miraculous nature of the Black Jade Ointment.

If not for Zhang Xuan's guidance, he, an old Daoist who had lived for nearly a hundred years, had never heard of such a miraculous ointment in the jianghu.

And the Nine Yang Divine Art was even more miraculous. The other party had never been to the world he was in, yet could determine across endless distances that the Nine Yang Divine Art would be in the Kunlun Mountains, inside a cave on a cliff near Zhuwu Lianhuan Zhuang.

Now that joyous events were happening one after another, the curiosity he had previously suppressed could no longer be held back at this very moment.

Zhang Sanfeng: Can the Heavenly Dao Controller really create or destroy worlds at will and create countless worlds?

In this world of mine, are those figures who have learned the Dao of calculation and deduction also able to understand part of their destiny and deduce the past and future because they have seen the Heavenly Dao Controller create and destroy worlds?

Zhang Sanfeng's question was quite comprehensive and concise; an ordinary person might have been stumped, but Zhang Xuan had already thought about these aspects for over three years, so his answer was airtight.

After all, this was his own invention (crossed out)... after all, this was the special ability of the Heavenly Dao Controller.

Zhang Xuan: Of course there will be others who can see it.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng felt a shock in his heart, and the next moment, he felt a stir due to the shift in Zhang Xuan's words.

Zhang Xuan: The more powerful a world is, the more other worlds will sense the changes within it; the countless information flowing down from above will enter lower-magic worlds, and figures within those low-magic worlds can have some perception—the lower the magic of the world, the more they can perceive and see.

If one were to put it in more normal terms, the shadows cast by powerful worlds can be sensed by many worlds, but they can only sense a part of it and find it difficult to see the full picture.

A powerful world is like the sun, constantly radiating information outward; the darker the place, the more one sees when looking up.

Zhang Sanfeng did not quite understand.

And Zhang Xuan smiled slightly: Just as there are many legends of Immortal Gods in the world where the True Person resides, those are shadows projected from different worlds that are sensed by some people, whether in dreams or as thoughts arising in their minds in a flash.

Zhang Sanfeng: You mean... those are not fake, but that such worlds truly exist, and there truly are figures like the True Martial Great Emperor who subdues demons.

Zhang Xuan: Of course.

After speaking a long passage continuously, Zhang Xuan felt slightly tired, so he changed to a more comfortable position to lie down.

Zhang Xuan: I once witnessed multiple worlds in a fleeting glimpse as a Heavenly Dao Controller, and I have even written down the fates of various figures from those worlds in the form of stories, uploading them to the internet of my world, where they have become popular stories known to many.

Zhang Sanfeng understood a little.

Zhang Sanfeng: So, the strange tales in storybooks and novels are not necessarily all fabricated; they might be partial projections from higher-level worlds that were sensed by people, thus giving rise to thoughts in their minds that fell onto the tip of their pens.

Zhang Xuan: That is correct. The worlds perceived in that way are only seen in small fragments, not as magnificent and clear as those displayed by the boundless Great Power of a Heavenly Dao Controller; one can only understand a part of them.

As for those figures in this world who use divination and calculation, if one compares the world to a river that is always moving forward, some of those who are highly skilled in arts of calculation are like fish in that river, occasionally leaping out of the water to see a bit of the road ahead, but it is not clear; they can only see a part of it.

Zhang Sanfeng's heart was shaken.

And Zhang Xuan, feeling that this set of rhetoric should be fully believed by Zhang Sanfeng, pondered it himself and felt there were not many flaws.

He then summarized the rules he had meticulously fabricated based on these relevant parts into a Group File and uploaded it to the Chat Group.

Just as the upload finished, Zhang Xuan heard the Chat Group emit a vibration, a sound only he could hear.

Ding, the Group File is sufficient and has enough substance; the Chat Group has leveled up, and the number of expandable members is five.

Search for new members to further increase the number of people in the Chat Group?

Zhang Xuan felt joy in his heart upon hearing this. What was the point of him continuously fooling Zhang Sanfeng into uploading Group Files? It was all for this day!

Being able to add new personnel was definitely a happy event, and Zhang Xuan immediately wanted to click confirm.

But after thinking about it, he was not in such a rush; instead, he tidied his clothes, washed up, and washed his hands twice more, whispering: "Mercury retrograde, begone! Mercury retrograde, begone! Demons and ghosts, leave quickly! Demons and ghosts, leave quickly! May the unlucky ones get out, and may the lucky ones descend..."

After doing all this, Zhang Xuan solemnly clicked confirm.

Ding, starting search; detected those with the qualifications to join the Chat Group, invite them?

Invite!

Zhang Xuan immediately confirmed.

In the endless space-time, an invisible ripple spread out, falling into different worlds.

The fluctuation was extremely minute, yet it was able to reach the myriad worlds.

It had an extremely clear target, and after a slight vibration, it extended extremely tiny tentacles deep into several magnificent worlds.

Ding, Meng Qi, who does not want to be a monk, has applied to join the Chat Group, confirm?

Ding, I slept for ten thousand years has applied to join the Chat Group... Ding, the Group Owner's level is too low to connect with them.

"Ah, this?"

Zhang Xuan looked bewildered.

(End of this chapter)