“Stop saying stuff like that. After being in secluded meditation for so many years, True Monarch White might have become more quick-witted. And his insatiable curiosity might have diminished too? Moreover, you can’t destroy a plane so easily!” True Monarch Yellow Mountain said righteously.

　　At this time, True Monarch Ancient Lake Temple said lightly, “Hehe. Senior Yellow Mountain, you’re speaking in such a righteous way. But, do you even believe these words you’re saying?” [1]

　　After being asked this question, True Monarch Yellow Mountain was at a loss. He felt sorry for saying all this nonsense right now!

　　“A plane is way frailer compared to mechanical-type magical treasures. I bet ten custom-made talismans that True Monarch White will board a plane, and that plane will crash!” Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman said resolutely. No matter what kind of custom-made talismans we were talking about, as long as it was within his capacity, he would definitely meet your requirements!

　　“I bet four free of charge pill refining sessions!” Medicine Master also joined the fray. Today, he was replying very quickly. Was Riverly Purple Mist replying in his stead? [2]

　　“I bet ten free of charge fortune telling sessions!” At this time, a guy with the ID of Immortal Fortune Teller Iron Trigram said proudly.

　　Wait, Immortal Fortune Teller Iron Trigram? Who was this guy?

　　Oh my, this should be Immortal Fortune Teller Copper Trigram’s second account. No one knew for how long had this account stayed inside the group. Unexpectedly, no one noticed its existence.

　　Now that Immortal Fortune Teller Copper Trigram’s main account was banned, he had decided to use the second one to participate in the conversation.

　　Northern River’s Loose Cultivator: “…”

　　Thrice Reckless Mad Saber: “…”

　　“I don’t think I’ll need your fortune telling. It will probably ruin my mood!” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator said.

　　“I feel the same,” Thrice Reckless Mad Saber said in agreement.

　　“As above,” Medicine Master.

　　Immortal Fortune Teller Iron Trigram said angrily, “Enough, you guys!”

　　[System Notification: Immortal Fortune Teller Iron Trigram has been muted by the group’s founder, True Monarch Yellow Mountain, for 30 days.]

　　‘I wonder who is the one that has really had enough… you think that the group founder is here just for show?!’ True Monarch Yellow Mountain coldly snorted.

　　However, True Monarch Yellow Mountain didn’t kick this account out of the group. Because this account wasn’t Immortal Fortune Teller Copper Trigram’s second account, it belonged to his disciple instead. And since the disciple didn’t do anything besides lurking all day, today, he borrowed his account to chat a bit.

　　“However, you lot should stop badmouthing Senior True Monarch White. If you keep saying bad things about him, you’ll scare our little friend Song Shuhang. And if our little friend refuses to meet him, I’ll make you all draw lots, and the lucky one will go to receive True Monarch White!” True Monarch Yellow Mountain said threateningly.

　　The group quickly turned quiet. No one dared to speak again.

　　After seeing that Song Shuhang hadn’t replied yet, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator asked, “Little friend Song Shuhang hasn’t replied yet. Is he offline? I saw that he sent a picture in the group not long ago. Is he pretending not to hear us?”

　　“I talked on the phone with him just a moment ago, and I even told him to give me a phone call later. I wonder if he obtained that ‘Blood God Crystal’ or not. Wait a moment; I’ll give him a call. ?” Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman also added a smiling emoji.

　　After a while, he reappeared and said, “Haha. Little friend Song Shuhang’s mobile phone is out of credit. He should have used up all of his credit when talking with me earlier. After all, I’m not currently in China. All the phone calls are going to be a bit expensive. Hm, later, it would be better to tell him to have always some extra credit on the phone. It’s to avoid being unable to contact him if there is an emergency. Right, who has time to give Song Shuhang a phone recharge? It’s better if we can keep in touch with him.”

　　“If you do it online, you can recharge only 1000 RMB per time. That’s just too troublesome. Moreover, how much credit is he actually owing for that phone call?” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator said.

　　At this time, Scholar Drunken Moon, whose presence was neglectable, appeared out nowhere and said, “I just happen to be relaxing in a resort with a transaction department. Since it’s not closed yet, if any of you give me little friend Song Shuhang’s phone number, I’ll go and give him a big recharge. It will permanently resolve his phone credit problem.”

　　It seemed as if these words carried thousands of heroic spirits within them!

　　“I’ll send you his number,” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator promptly sent Song Shuhang’s phone number to Scholar Drunken Moon.

　　“Wait a bit. I’m going to give him a recharge,” Scholar Drunken Moon finished his sentence and returned in lurking-mode.

　　At this time, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator said again, “We shouldn’t waste our time. Quick, flood the chat. We have to hide all those details regarding ‘True Monarch White’ before little friend Song Shuhang can get online. It’s to avoid letting him see our conversation when he opens the chat. Because if he really goes back on his word, things might get complicated.”

　　“Fellow daoist Northern River’s words are reasonable. Let’s quickly flood the chat. What should we talk about?”

　　“How about the discoveries made by Thrice Reckless on that mysterious island?”

　　Then, the seniors started to flood the chat shamelessly. In an instant, thousands of messages had been sent, and that discussion about ‘True Monarch White’ had already ended up in a remote corner of the chat…

　　***

　　On another side.

　　Seven, Song Shuhang, Sixteen, and Zheng De arrived above the Immortal Farming Sect.

　　From their elevated position, they saw that the disciples of Immortal Farming Sect were bitterly crying.

　　What had exactly happened when they returned to the sect? Seven carefully looked around, and it was at this time that he saw the beheaded sect master!

　　Something had definitely happened here.

　　Su Clan’s Seven lightly patted Zheng De, making him regain consciousness.

　　Zheng De opened his eyes and looked in a daze at the Immortal Farming Sect below. The sect was overwhelmed by sorrow, and when he saw the corpse of the sect master, he was dumbfounded.

　　Below, the disciples of the sect kept crying. And while crying, they were recounting the things that had happened.

　　The disciples had lost their pillar. Originally, even if they had lost their sect master, they could have relied on their senior brother Zheng Neng. But now, their senior brother had left the sect after killing the sect master. What were they supposed to do at this moment?

　　Zheng De was in a confusional state. He was standing on Seven’s layer of light as he listened to the words of the disciples below. With that, he had more or less understood what had happened after the battle with the Moon Saber Sect.

　　His senior brother had killed his master. And after betraying the sect, he left with Young Master Hai?

　　Why… just why?!

　　After a good while…

　　Zheng De gritted his teeth, and a firm look appeared on his face, “Senior Seven, please put me down.”

　　Seven was a bit surprised as he said, “It seems you have made up your mind. Have you already decided what to do?”

　　“I don’t know yet. But I must return to the Immortal Farming Sect. Right now, the sect needs someone to rely on to survive,” Zheng De said with a bitter smile.

　　Seven pondered a bit and threw a wooden token of authority to Zheng De, “Take this token and place it inside the sect. As long as you have this token, the Immortal Farming Sect will be under my protection. With that, you’ll be able to protect yourself from those rascals that might try to take advantage of your situation. And one day, when you feel that the Immortal Farming Sect has gotten through the calamity, you can return this wooden token of authority to the Su Clan.”

　　“Thanks,” Zheng De took the token. This time, he didn’t have room for rejection. He and the Immortal Farming Sect needed this token. He was unable to refuse!

　　Seven gently waved his hand. Zheng De was lifted up and gently sent on the ground.

　　After seeing Zheng De descend from the sky, the eyes of the disciples of the Immortal Farming Sect immediately lit up. Even if he wasn’t that strong, he was fairly popular inside the Immortal Farming Sect.

　　While looking at his crying brothers, Zheng De squeezed the wooden token in his hand. After heaving a sigh, he moved toward the Immortal Farming Sect’s disciples with vigorous strides.

　　***

　　Seven crossed his hands behind his back as he observed everything from the sky. At last, he said lightly, “Let’s go.”

　　He felt that he too had some responsibility in this calamity that had befallen the Immortal Farming Sect. Therefore, he gave them that wooden token of authority to let them pull through the disaster. However, he hadn’t forgotten about Zheng De trying to harm Sixteen. Therefore, he didn’t do anything else except for giving them the token.

　　The layer of light rose in the air. And after taking Song Shuhang and Sixteen with him, he flew toward Jiangnan College Town.

　　Eventually, Song Shuhang shot a glance at the Immortal Farming Sect. There were many emotions in his heart, but he couldn’t find the right words to describe them. Therefore, he could only engrave them deep inside his heart.

　　This whole matter with the Immortal Farming Sect was bound to become part of his life experience and temper his dao heart.

　　***

　　On the road back, after being silent for a very long time, Seven suddenly said, “Sixteen, you should return with me to the Su Clan. It’s not like there is no way to heal your wound.”

　　“Hm,” Sixteen lightly nodded.

　　“There is no need for you to worry. Leave everything to me. You have to believe me, Sixteen. Nothing will happen to you,” Su Clan’s Seven Said.

　　“Yes, I believe you. I came out just to relax a bit,” Sixteen said with a smile. She had an exquisite appearance, and this smile was as sweet as hundreds of blooming flowers.

　　Very soon, the layer of light they were riding arrived above Jiangnan College Town.

　　“Little Friend Song Shuhang, this time, I truly have to thank you,” Seven patted Song Shuhang’s back.

　　Without Song Shuhang’s help, Sixteen would have been killed by those rascals of the Moon Saber Sect. When he thought of this, Seven felt his back drenched in cold sweat. Since he was overwhelmed with emotion, he used too much strength when patting Song Shuhang, making him almost spit his lungs.

　　After being patted, Song Shuhang coughed up again and again. And in the end, he could only bitterly smile.

　　Sixteen heaved a sigh. She stretched her hand and gently caressed Song Shuhang’s back, trying to soothe his pain.

　　“Oh, I was thinking of giving you a gift on our first meeting. But now, that gift is far from enough,” Seven said with a smile.

　　Since he had obtained a set of fist techniques suitable for cultivators of the First Stage, he had decided to gift them to Song Shuhang who had just stepped on the road of cultivation. But now, he had saved Sixteen’s life again and again. Wouldn’t he be laughed at by the other members of the group if they were to discover that he gifted him a set of techniques of the First Stage to repay him?

　　“Therefore, I’ll give you the ‘first meeting gift’ the next time we meet. Immortal Fairy Bie Xue will hold her ‘Immortal Feast’ soon. At the time, I’ll bring you along and let you have a taste of the most delicious and precious food in the world. This ‘first meeting gift’ should be enough to express my sincerity, right?” Seven said with a smile.

　　“Immortal Fairy Bie Xue?” Song Shuhang was somewhat puzzled. Was he going to eat something very delicious?

　　At this time, Sixteen poked Song Shuhang, giving him a meaningful look.

　　“Fine! In this case, I thank Senior Seven!” Song Shuhang expressed his gratitude. It seemed that this ‘Immortal Feast’ was something good.

　　“Then, it’s time for us to say goodbye,” Seven nodded satisfied. Afterwards, he gently lifted his right hand and picked Song Shuhang, delivering him to an artificial forest where no one could see him.

　　***

　　“I managed to survive one way or another,” Song Shuhang sighed with emotion. Then, he took out his mobile phone.

　　Now that he thought about it, he didn’t have any credit. He had to recharge his phone first. However, how much money did he need to even the balance?

　　But at this time, he received an SMS.

　　It was a message from the phone company:

　　Dear customer, how are you?

　　On June 10, you successfully added 10,000,000.00 RMB to your balance. Your current available credit is 9,999,784.31 RMB. Reply to this SMS with 1 to have further information on the credit.

　　[Sent by China Mobile’s notification system].

　　Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes. One, two, three… seven… seven zeros?

　　A phone recharge of 10 million RMB?!

　　China Mobile’s central system must have had some problems, right?