Chapter 7

"Join the Myriad Worlds chat group," Luo Fu said softly.

As for whether joining the Myriad Worlds chat group might be dangerous, Luo Fu hadn't considered it at all.

He was just an ordinary Xuan Immortal—who would bother scheming against such an ordinary life?

If someone truly did scheme against him, Luo Fu accepted it.

"Ding, host successfully joined the chat group…"

When the voice echoed in Luo Fu's mind announcing his successful entry, a virtual image appeared before him.

It was a scene similar to modern chat software from before his transmigration.

Scanning the group, Luo Fu saw several familiar names.

Like Lan Ran, Zhang Sanfeng, Mo Ganna, Lin Pingzhi, Long Juan, and an unfamiliar name: Chen Ziyu.

Mo Ganna: "Another new member? I wonder how strong this one is."

Long Juan: "Don't get your hopes up—last time, the new member Lin Pingzhi was pretty weak. I heard he had to castrate himself to gain power. How embarrassing."

Lin Pingzhi looked helplessly resigned.

When he first joined this Myriad Worlds chat group, he thought it was an illusion.

Later, this Lin Pingzhi from Xiao Ao Jiang Hu confirmed the Myriad Worlds chat group wasn't an illusion—it was real.

It was said to be a platform gathering the strong from other worlds.

Some of these strong ones could destroy heaven and earth—making Lin Pingzhi gasp inwardly; to him, from the Xiao Ao world, they were gods.

Later, Lin Pingzhi heard the administrator Chen Ziyu say he would face the annihilation of his clan, then castrate himself to cultivate the Biexie Sword Art—this nearly made Lin Pingzhi spit blood.

As the Young Master of Fuwei Escort Agency, he, Lin Pingzhi, had been showered with all kinds of affection.

Of course, Lin Pingzhi possessed a noble, righteous, pure, proud, and filial nature—but after enduring unbearable hardships later, he became completely corrupted.

Originally, Lin Pingzhi didn't believe it, but from the administrator, he learned his ancestral home's rooftop held the famed Biexie Sword Manual from the Jiang Hu.

That was where his ancestor Lin Yuantu had once lived.

Later, Lin Pingzhi clearly discovered the Biexie Sword Manual—but the opening line, "To cultivate this art, one must first castrate himself," made him have zero interest in practicing this technique.

As the Young Master of Fuwei Escort Agency, he currently faced no imminent disaster.

But according to the administrator, such a crisis would still come—so enhancing his strength was the top priority.

The chat group allowed daily check-ins to earn points, and those points could be exchanged for various treasures in the Shangcheng store—this was Lin Pingzhi's goal.

"Uh, Senior Long Juan, I haven't castrated myself yet," Lin Pingzhi said. "I don't plan to."

For Senior Long Juan, Lin Pingzhi dared not be overly bold.

It was said that in her world, Senior Long Juan was among the top warriors—each strike could easily destroy heaven and earth and level mountains.

What did that mean?

The strongest in Xiao Ao Jiang Hu, facing Senior Long Juan, were nothing but ants.

Dongfang Bubai? Huashan Sect? Songshan Sect? None of it mattered.

Though they were in different worlds and couldn't enter each other's, who knew if one day they might?

So Lin Pingzhi decided it was better not to be too arrogant.

Moreover, among these group members, his strength seemed the weakest.

Zhang Sanfeng: "Lin's character is decent. If not for those later calamities, I'd have helped you eliminate Yu Canghai and others—if I could enter your world, that is."

Zhang Sanfeng was the top warrior from Yi Tian Tu Long—he founded Mount Wudang.

He was a true legendary figure.

Even Lin Pingzhi of the Xiao Ao era had heard of this founding master of Mount Wudang.

Lin Pingzhi: "Thank you, Senior. Pingzhi bows deeply."

Like Lan Ran: "Don't forget the new member. No matter how weak, we must welcome them properly."

Soul Society.

In his Fifth Division barracks, Like Lan Ran adjusted his glasses and smiled faintly.

At this time, Like Lan Ran had not betrayed the Soul Society or entered Hueco Mundo.

To most Shinigami, Like Lan Ran was elegant, kind, and polite—but who knew the coldness and ambition hidden in his heart?

Naturally, to the members of the Myriad Worlds chat group, Like Lan Ran's true nature was crystal clear.

Kind and polite? Just a false mask.

Rather than welcoming the new member, he wanted to know exactly what the newcomer's background was.

Though they resided in separate worlds, the desire to understand everything had become part of Like Lan Ran's very being.

Mo Ganna: "Like Lan Ran, drop your good-guy act. You and I are the same—we're not good people."

Like Lan Ran: "Miss Mo Ganna, you're joking."

Of course, Like Lan Ran knew Miss Mo Ganna's general identity.

She was a terrifying warrior from the Super God World, said to have enslaved countless planets under her demonic civilization.

The concept of "planets" was known to Like Lan Ran of the Soul Society.

This alone revealed how powerful the group member named Mo Ganna was.

Long Juan: "New member, don't be scared. We're all very friendly."

Zhang Sanfeng: "Yes, new member, don't be afraid."

Lin Pingzhi: "Welcome, welcome—even if you're ordinary, it's fine."

As the group's weakest member, Lin Pingzhi hoped the new arrival would be even weaker than him—that would be best.

Seeing these familiar names and their warm welcomes, Luo Fu's lips curved slightly.

"Hello, where is this place?"