Chapter 99

Zhang Sanfeng: "No, no."

Regarding this demon Mo Ganna, Zhang Sanfeng showed a hint of submission.

Of course, this wasn't just due to strength—it was also because of Mo Ganna's age.

A lifespan of thousands of years; for him, Zhang Sanfeng, showing a little respect was nothing.

After all, he himself hadn't even reached a hundred years yet; compared to Mo Ganna's thousands of years, the latter could easily be his ancestor.

So, a little submission was nothing.

Like Lan Ran: "Young Lady Mo Ganna, we're merely going ahead first; later, we trust the Group Master God will issue more tasks."

Mo Ganna: "We can only think so—Group Master God, please give Mo Ganna more opportunities in the future."

Long Juan: "Mo Ganna, why are you kissing ass? I believe the Group Master God will be perfectly fair."

Mo Ganna: "Bitch, what, haven't you kissed the Group Master's ass?"

Long Juan: "What, is it not allowed? I'm young—at least younger than you, that thousand-year-old hag."

Mo Ganna: "Bitch, if I had the power to enter your world, I'd definitely Yaohaohao Sect you."

Long Juan: "Come then."

Watching the two women in the group argue, Luo Fu smiled and shook his head.

Sometimes, women's arguments are just this unreasonable.

But Mo Ganna and Like Lan Ran's ages were indeed immense, yet to themselves, they still had vast stretches of time ahead.

For Luo Fu, it was even more so.

A mere few thousand years meant nothing.

Luo Fu's own age had long surpassed Mo Ganna's and the others'.

Among them, Daoist Duobao, Jin Ling Shengmu, and others had lifespans that couldn't be described by numbers.

After all, in the Primordial World, once one reached the Immortal Realm, one could almost achieve eternal life.

Of course, this assumed no death by external force.

In the Primordial World, beings died every moment; even Immortal Realm cultivators were no more than ants during the War between the Wu and Yao.

One misstep, caught in the ripple of a powerful battle, and you wouldn't even understand how you died.

The power ripple from a powerful battle extended far beyond tens of millions of miles.

In this world, battles of this level were common, so Immortal Realm strength truly meant nothing.

Perhaps only when humanity became the world's dominion, during the Journey to the West Era, would Immortal Realm cultivators gain some status.

If only in the Investiture of the Gods Era, even Immortal Realm cultivators were mere cannon fodder.

So, whether Mo Ganna and Like Lan Ran could survive even a single day in the Primordial World was questionable.

Luo Fu: "Enough. Those who didn't grab the task have another chance next time. Like Lan Ran, Zhang Sanfeng—you who did grab it, prepare immediately."

Like Lan Ran: "Yes, Group Master God."

Zhang Sanfeng: "Yes, Ancestor."

At the same time, upon Luo Fu's words, Mo Ganna and Long Juan ceased their argument—they held great respect for the Group Master God.

Of course, this respect stemmed more from strength, and even more from status.

They might not enter each other's worlds, but perhaps Luo Fu, as Group Master, could.

No one could say for sure.

After all, take Lin Pingzhi's case.

The sudden appearance of a task in the chat group might be due to the Group Master's authority.

After all, at the beginning, there certainly wasn't a task system—this was also known from Chen Ziyu.

Mount Yunlong.

When the ten seconds ended, Luo Fu felt a staggering force enveloping him.

In an instant, he vanished from Mount Yunlong.

At the same moment.

Zhang Sanfeng and Like Lan Ran experienced the same.

They felt an irresistible force enveloping them.

Then their consciousness plunged into chaos, unable to perceive anything outside.

…………………………

Proud World.

Looking at Lin Pingzhi, drenched in blood, Dongfang Bubai's eyes held a hint of surprise.

Just now, his attack—he was confident even the Sect Masters of the Five Peaks couldn't withstand it.

Yet this young master of Fuwei Escort Agency had blocked it.

This surprised the transmigrator.

Had his transmigration caused this world to diverge entirely from history?

But Dongfang Bubai was puzzled—he had transmigrated into Dongfang Bubai with little time passed.

Probably less than a year.

If he had transmigrated into this world for years or decades, causing the original plot to change, that would be normal.

But the truth was otherwise.

This made the transmigrator Dongfang Bubai deeply interested in Lin Pingzhi.

"Little one, tell me where you learned this skill—perhaps the Tongtian Jiaozhu will spare your life," Dongfang Bubai said calmly.

To Dongfang Bubai, these words were merely lies.

Compared to the origin of Lin Pingzhi's cultivation method, restoring his masculinity was the most important thing.

Yet, Dongfang Bubai showed not the slightest hint of this.

"Where did you learn such skills?" Lin Pingzhi took a deep breath. "Lord Dongfang, with your current strength, do you still consider my little arts worthy of notice?"

At this moment, Lin Pingzhi was buying time.

Because in the chat group, the group owner had posted a task, filling Lin Pingzhi with hope.

From despair to hope just now, Lin Pingzhi's emotions had swung like a roller coaster.

But at least, hope was slowly returning.

If one of the group's top experts had taken the task, then he would be saved.

Having stayed in the group so long, Lin Pingzhi had heard from Chen Ziyu about the strengths of Like Lan Ran, Long Juan, Mo Ganna, and others.

They possessed power capable of destroying heaven and earth.

"What, I'm just curious," Dongfang Bubai smiled. "But do you want to trade your life for it?"

"Fine," Lin Pingzhi shrugged, helplessly saying.

"Lord Dongfang, actually, when I was training outside, I suddenly fell from a cliff—but luckily, I didn't die. Instead, I landed in a cave."

"Inside the cave, I saw a skeleton—a senior cultivator. When I touched him, countless internal energies surged into my body, and that's how I gained my current strength."

"..." Dongfang Bubai stared, utterly bewildered.

These words felt so familiar to him.

Wasn't this exactly the kind of miraculous encounter the protagonists had in those old-fashioned novels he'd read before his transmigration?

Falling from a cliff without dying, yet turning misfortune into fortune.