[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group":3,"chapter-the-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group-the-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group-chapter-205":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Dimensional Demon God's Chat Group",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2277772,4455,"Chapter 205: The Members","the-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group-chapter-205",205,"\u003Cp>Wait until Fan Xian returns from the south…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That won’t be much longer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Yu smiled slightly and replied, “Progress is fast!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Xiang Yunye: Hehe!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a meadow at the foot of Yushan, in the Tang Zhuan world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A handsome young man in a blue robe sat cross-legged on the ground, inhaling the fragrance of wildflowers, grinning foolishly for no reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, a beautiful woman in a pale yellow ruqun blinked her eyes and whispered softly, her cheeks slightly flushed: “Young Master, what are you so happy about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye snapped out of his reverie, turned to look at Xin Yue beside him, and smiled faintly: “Just something nostalgic—I remembered the days back then, studying under my Master with my fellow disciples.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xin Yue blinked her lovely almond eyes: “Just fellow disciples?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye froze, then burst into a laugh and shook his head: “Of course!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Master was always restless—he loved wandering mountains and rivers, roaming freely under heaven. The disciples he took with him were all rowdy brats like me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for female disciples, there were a few—but they were all quiet, preferring stillness over movement.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I followed my Master for over a decade, until his transcendence, and never once saw them with my own eyes...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that’s how it was!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xin Yue felt both enlightened and relieved—but then she realized she was jealous of Xiang Yunye, and lowered her head slightly, a flush of shyness and guilt rising in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before even being formally betrothed, to ask such a question—any other noble youth would have already grown resentful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xin Yue felt a faint shame, yet she felt no regret; women of Shu were always fiery and bold, and for a groom as perfect as Xiang Yunye, she would cling to him tightly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Xin Yue’s cheeks flushed, but she still lifted her head, fighting her shyness, her gaze fixed on Xiang Yunye as she spoke softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, could you tell me about your days with the immortal Master Xiaoyaozi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye gladly agreed and began recounting the stories he had long prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he spoke, he suddenly grew distant—when had he become so natural at fabricating lies, even feeling genuine emotion toward them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Xiang Yunye fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many lies, and even he began to believe them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if such an immortal, transcendent master truly existed in this world...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—perhaps he really did!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye lifted his head, gazing deeply into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These stories all stemmed from his past-life experiences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parents, teachers, colleagues, superiors—even strangers he’d briefly met—all of them coalesced into the image of this omnipotent master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, Xiaoyaozi’s personality and image had grown increasingly similar to Lin Yu’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Xiang Yunye, burdened with the loneliness of a transmigrator, this elder who had guided them had, in some way, become the older brother he truly recognized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Xiang Yunye’s lips curled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—he wasn’t without real stories. Why fabricate lies at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a faint sobbing sound came from beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye snapped back to reality, startled, and turned to see Xin Yue, in her pale yellow ruqun, kneeling beside him, her slender hand resting on his arm, her eyes red and glistening as she looked up at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He panicked instantly, soothing her quickly: “Young Miss, what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xin Yue sniffled: “It’s all my fault—I made you remember painful memories...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye paused, then understood, gently patting her hand: “It’s not your fault—I got lost in memory and neglected you... By the way, how long was I spaced out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xin Yue, still sobbing, replied: “About... about fifteen minutes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Xiang Yunye’s eyes widened in shock: “That long?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xin Yue nodded vigorously, her gaze filled with worry and tenderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye came to his senses and immediately turned his spiritual awareness inward, inspecting his dantian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed—the spiritual energy within his dantian had increased significantly, and his meridian cycle had begun turning automatically, continuously drawing power from his elemental roots...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the enlightenment Su Haoming mentioned?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye felt joy surge within him—and understood the reason for his enlightenment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Su Haoming achieved enlightenment, he had completely abandoned his past life’s pursuit of civil service and chosen to wander freely, living joyfully as a cultivator—such a mindset perfectly aligned with the essence of wind, making him more attuned to his wind elemental root.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a transmigrator, Xiang Yunye had always felt like a floating weed, rootless and adrift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after finding his Yun family and becoming the Marquis of Lantian, the feeling hadn’t improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The root cause? His fabricated identity as a disciple of that immortal master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lie built on sand cannot stand firm—even if he felt nothing on the surface, deep inside, he still harbored unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until just now, he suddenly realized it—his unease had been broken, and he had become more attuned to earth’s groundedness and water’s adaptability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, all this was merely Xiang Yunye’s insight and speculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true reason? He needed to visit the Dao Hall and let Brother Lin take a look...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Xiang Yunye steadied his spirit, smiled gently at the girl still with red-rimmed eyes beside him: “There, don’t worry—I’m perfectly fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye swore earnestly, then slapped his forehead and grinned: “By the way, speaking ill of my Master behind his back is disrespectful—let’s change the topic. Let me tell you about my Senior Brother’s story!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xin Yue was instantly intrigued by this new figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye recalled Lin Yu’s appearance and sighed: “My Senior Brother is the most remarkable person I’ve ever met—his cultivation alone, even my Master falls slightly short...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xin Yue gasped: “So powerful?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye nodded solemnly and whispered: “The first time I saw my Senior Brother was in his family’s study...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slightly altered his experiences, setting them in the Tang dynasty, and recounted stories of his time with Lin Yu and others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the details were rich and vivid, leaving Xin Yue utterly captivated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About half an hour later, Xin Yue, filled with awe, asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The fish as large as a ship—it’s not the legendary Kun, but a Western mythic beast... Li... Li...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leviathan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leviathan... Does such a monstrous beast truly exist?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye smiled: “Of course—do you think I’d lie to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xin Yue gazed dreamily: “To subdue such a beast so easily—my Senior Brother must be a celestial being...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Yunye watched her expression and suddenly smiled: “If one day you and I marry, I’ll ask my Senior Brother to officiate our wedding—what do you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden direct proposal struck Xin Yue’s heart—she felt dizzy, her face blazing red, her hands trembling, unsure where to place them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Xiang Yunye burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then it’s settled!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xian has too many direct relatives—his biological father, his adoptive father, his Master—all of them have a say; he can’t decide for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xiang Yunye is different—he’s a lone transmigrator, the only male heir of the Yun family. If he asks Lin Yu to officiate, no one in the Yun household would object!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Xiang Yunye and Xin Yue were enjoying their sweetness, messages in the group didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Qinyuannian world, Fan Xian rode a tall steed, flanked by three guards, leading the Southern Qing envoy’s caravan toward the border while chatting enthusiastically in the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a faint sound came from the dense, fog-shrouded fir forest ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xian frowned slightly, glancing calmly toward the source of the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, a whistling sound tore through the air—a short axe spun through the sky, aimed at the carriage behind Fan Xian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xian frowned slightly, expressionless, watching the flying axe approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hum!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low hum—the sharp blade halted one zhang in front of Fan Xian, trembling in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the axe’s path backward, a scarred, menacing face appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the tallest and strongest of Fan Xian’s three guards!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the axe reached him, he had moved with impossible speed, appearing before Fan Xian and catching the axe firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pitch-black eyes now locked onto the direction the axe came from, filled with cold fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How dare you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Hao gripped the axe handle tightly, his fingers sinking into the metal, glaring at the fir forest: “Cowardly sneak—attacking my Young Master on the road? Do you want to die?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, he clenched his fist and hurled the twisted axe back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the axe became a streak of light, smashing through seven or eight trees before vanishing into the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xian paid no attention to Fu Hao’s actions—his gaze had been fixed on the hidden figure in the forest since the beginning—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combining details from the original novel and the delicate, compact axe, Fan Xian pondered briefly, then murmured:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Northern Qi Holy Maiden—Haitang Duoduo?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>「……」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dwarf cedar grove fell silent for a moment, then a young woman stepped out from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was not particularly beautiful, and her attire was utterly ordinary—a flowered cloth headband tied around her hair, a bamboo basket hanging from her arm, filled with freshly picked mushrooms, making her look no different from a simple village girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fan Xian knew this woman was no village girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For her eyes were unnaturally bright, as if they could reflect every meadow, every lake, even the entire sky before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divine radiance concealed within, a flash of essence revealed—this was the sign of perfected Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without doubt, this woman was the Northern Qi Holy Maiden—Hai Tang Duoduo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After appearing, Hai Tang Duoduo glanced at the axe that had vanished into the woods, and sighed with faint exasperation: “Why bother? My target isn’t your young master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Couldn’t you just let me kill the man in the carriage, and we go our separate ways in peace?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Peace?” Fu Hao sneered, stepping forward heavily, as if ready to strike. “You dare offend the young master and think you can just run away? Do you truly believe we don’t exist?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fu Hao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xian suddenly spoke, stopping Fu Hao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Hao paused, startled, then halted his step and stood respectfully beside Fan Xian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xian lifted his head, studying the slightly surprised Hai Tang Duoduo, and said calmly: “The Holy Maiden of Northern Qi, alone, infiltrating Qing territory to intercept and assassinate a prisoner from the envoy’s convoy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such conduct is utterly at odds with the reputation you’ve earned.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only your master, Ku He, could have persuaded you to do this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1764,"2026-06-20T00:29:29.633Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4fac8e0c31b2d57e8eb9cbef28b22329a8f20017dff86ad33e1411e3aa74e62c","the-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group-chapter-206","the-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group-chapter-204",206,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-dimensional-demon-god-s-chat-group-cover.jpg"]