Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel)

"Congratulations, Daoist Priest." Song Shuhang likewise opened his eyes.

Song Shuhang hadn't made much progress after practicing for these three hours.

The liquefied innate true qi he refined through the ❮Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Technique❯ during this time wasn't even comparable to the spiritual energy that Ye Si could transmit over, and its effects were likewise inferior to those of his 'living spring' when it came to helping him break through to the Blazing Sun Meridian.

The speed at which Song Shuhang could practice while sitting in meditation was simply no match for the speed he could reach while using his cheats.

"Thanks." Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist faintly smiled.

Then, he stretched out his hand into his clothes and took out a card, giving it to Song Shuhang. "Little friend, can you help me with one last matter? Help me give this advance notice letter to stupid Yellow Mountain!"

"Advance notice letter?" Song Shuhang was dumbfounded.

"Yes, advance notice letter! During this month and a half, I watched a lot of TV series and movies. As such, I discovered that there were some eccentric and mysterious thieves in movies that liked to send an advance notice letter whenever they were going to steal something, which had a pretty good effect of startling the enemy. In addition, it was also a very good way to show off. Then, if I have to, I can even use this advance notice letter as a diversion to— cough!" Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist coughed, and then said confidently, "Beyond that... I'm a godly thief as well; someone hailed as a genius in the Penniless Thief Sect. If even those eccentric thieves in movies dare to send an advance notice letter, how can I not do the same?"

"Senior, movies are just movies in the end... that's just fiction, and things don't work like that in the real world. As such, you should think things over carefully before acting!" Song Shuhang reminded.

Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist was already seeking death big time earlier... Now, he even planned to give Senior Yellow Mountain an advance notice letter. It was the same as throwing himself in the jaws of death!

No, this couldn't be classified as seeking death anymore—he was directly presenting his head to True Monarch Yellow Mountain on a silver platter!

In the end, Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist had helped Song Shuhang take care of that spider puppet, and Shuhang couldn't simply watch as Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist was naively and foolishly marching toward death.

"You don't have to worry. I already have a good plan in mind. Little friend, as long as you can help me pass this advance notice letter to stupid Yellow Mountain, everything will be fine," Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist said confidently. "In addition, like I said, I have a plan. I won't act rashly."

Song Shuhang was speechless. Just how death-seeking was this plan going to be?

"Such being the case, we'll meet another time, little friend. Now, I have to look for a good place and practice a secret technique of our Penniless Thief Sect that can't be passed onto others. The day I manage to master that marvelous technique will be the day I make stupid Yellow Mountain's fortune disappear!" After saying this much, Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist was once again in the mood to recite poetry. Although he wasn't talented when it came to writing poems, he would still recite a few verses whenever he was excited and in a good mood.

"After getting sealed back in the day, I broke free and found my way; the day I master this marvelous technique will be the day I make go bankrupt that stupid Yellow Mountain freak!" Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist recited loudly.

After he finished reciting, he shook his head, and said, "Ah, the last sentence wasn't good. It destroyed the whole feeling of the poem."

"..." Song Shuhang.

"Later, I'll have to modify this poem and add it to my 'Cloudy Mist's Anthology of Poems'. Right, little friend, please remember to deliver this advance notice letter to stupid Yellow Mountain. Now, it's time for me to leave. We'll meet another time!" Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist faced Song Shuhang and cupped his hands. After that, he jumped toward the window.

"Bang!"

Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist crashed into the burglar-proof window!

Regardless of martial artists in movies or cultivators in real life, they all had the hobby of not leaving through the front door. After all, they were highly skilled experts that could move around freely, and they could easily jump from the window of a building with dozen or so stories without any problem if they wished to do so.

However, a lot of modern windows were designed to make things difficult for thieves. As such, if those highly skilled people weren't careful enough when trying to jump from those types of windows, they would directly crash into them without getting through.

"Ouch~" That was exactly what happened to Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist now. As if that wasn't enough, after bumping into that burglar-proof window, he was unexpectedly bounced back, falling to the ground!

How was that possible?!

Which Chinese company produced a burglar-proof window of such high quality? Song Shuhang opened his eyes wide.

Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist also opened his eyes wide. He was a cultivator of the Fifth Stage, and his body was incredibly powerful! Even if it was the Great Wall of China, he could easily break through it if he were to bump into it.

As such, how could a mere burglar-proof window stop him?

Just as the two people were in deep thought, a sword light rushed over from afar, entering from another window.

"Bang~" Even the burglar-proof railing of the window was knocked flying.

Soon after, the figure of a grown-up man appeared beside Song Shuhang and Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist.

The figure wore a smile on his face as he arrived next to Song Shuhang, stretching out his hand and taking that 'advance notice letter' from Shuhang's hand.

"Fellow Daoist Cloudy Mist, I received your advance notice letter." The person that had just arrived was True Monarch Yellow Mountain. He smiled and waved the advance notice letter, saying, "And now... would you do me a favor and give up without putting up a fight?"

Just as Song Shuhang had guessed, True Monarch Yellow Mountain had been monitoring them all along. In addition, the methods at his disposal were very variegated. The treasured armor the young monster hunter was wearing, the new mobile phone that Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist had bought, and a lot of other articles of daily use that Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist had purchased were all True Monarch Yellow Mountain's eyes.

The reason True Monarch Yellow Mountain had allowed Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist to easily break free and run away was that Cloudy Mist had never managed to escape from the center of True Monarch Yellow Mountain's palm from the very beginning.

Even those several hundred fans that Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist had gained after making that new chat account were all True Monarch Yellow Mountain's fake accounts.

Actually... those were the same accounts he'd used back then.

Their core features were the same, and he had only changed the outer appearance~

"Stupid Yellow Mountain, what are you doing here?" Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist said, somewhat alarmed.

True Monarch Yellow Mountain laughed, and said, "I came here very early today. Actually, I've been directly paying attention to you since the day you broke free of my seal."

"Your sister!" Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist said angrily. "Don't you know that there is something called privacy?"

"Hehe." True Monarch Yellow Mountain sneered.

Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist clenched his teeth, and said, "I won't go down without putting up a fight. If you want to catch me, you'll have to pay a heavy price!"

"Hehe." True Monarch Yellow Mountain smiled coldly and raised his finger.

If they were to fight head on, even ten Daoist Priest Cloudy Mists wouldn't be able to match True Monarch Yellow Mountain's single hand.

"Aaaaah! Look at my move, Emptying Destructive Hands!" Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist pounced forward and stretched out his hand, pointing his palm toward True Monarch Yellow Mountain. Soon after, a five meters tall and three meters wide big hand made of spiritual energy appeared midair, looking very domineering.

True Monarch Yellow Mountain lifted his brow.

Then, he moved, with his figure suddenly disappearing from his original place.

When he appeared, he was already behind Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist.

True Monarch Yellow Mountain used the elbow of his right arm to hit Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist's back.

"Boom~"

Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist fell to the ground, with sparks and electric arcs exploding from his body.

Sparks and electric arcs? Song Shuhang opened his eyes wide. Unexpectedly, there was no blood flowing out!

"Crackle, crackle, crackle~"

Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist's body shrank amidst the sound of electric arcs.

His body kept becoming smaller and smaller. In the end, only a substitute puppet was left where he was once lying.

Song Shuhang said, "It was unexpectedly a puppet?"

The goods of the Jet-Black Sect were of superb quality. Each year during the Singles' Day on November 11th, people would rush over to buy their stuff, and they would even give the customers an 8.5% discount~

The disguising abilities of the substitute puppet were outstanding, to the point that even True Monarch Yellow Mountain was fooled.

Song Shuhang had no idea when Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist had secretly exchanged places with this puppet and ran away.

"Oh, this guy really has some skills," True Monarch Yellow Mountain said in a soft voice.

"Hihihi, that's a given. After discovering that this little friend and stupid Yellow Mountain were acquainted, I've been guarding against the arrival of this day all along." Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist's puppet laughed complacently. He was, after all, a member of the Penniless Thief Sect, and he could use the connections of the sect to get ahold of a large quantity of information.

"It seems you aren't a complete idiot," True Monarch Yellow Mountain said with a smile.

"That's also a given. Otherwise, how could I be self-confident in sweeping your immortal cave clean? Stupid Yellow Mountain, just wait! The day I master this marvelous technique is the day I reduce you to poverty! Take my advance notice letter and wait for the day of my arrival while shaking with fear!" the substitute said its last words.

After saying this much, the puppet softly lay to the ground, not moving in the slightest.

"He progressed a little bit compared to the old days." True Monarch Yellow Mountain stretched out his hand, storing the substitute puppet away. Afterward, the corner of his mouth rose as he gazed toward a distant place in Baijing Street. "Unfortunately... no matter how clever you get, you can't escape from my palm!"

"..." Song Shuhang.

From the looks of it, Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist's escape plan was by no means perfect. True Monarch Yellow Mountain was still able to track him down!

However, True Monarch Yellow Mountain didn't immediately chase after him. It seemed that he was deliberately allowing Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist to run away. This situation reminded Song Shuhang of a cat having fun with a little mouse.

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After a short moment, True Monarch Yellow Mountain returned to his senses and turned his head around, looking at Song Shuhang with a smile. "Little friend Shuhang, I'm sorry. That Cloudy Mist guy must have given you quite a bit of trouble."

"Not at all... actually, Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist possibly did me a big favor." Song Shuhang took out a button-sized spider puppet while he was speaking, handing it over to True Monarch Yellow Mountain. "This spider puppet sneaked into my house not too long ago. Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist didn't know of its intentions and decided to cut off the legs to prevent the spider from playing dirty tricks."

"It's a small monitoring-type puppet... however, it has been seemingly modified a little. Interesting," True Monarch Yellow Mountain said after looking at the puppet. "Still, I'm not too knowledgeable when it comes to puppets. If you have time, you can ask True Monarch Eternal Fire to take a look at it. He can be considered a grandmaster when puppets are involved. In a while, True Monarch Eternal Fire should drop in for a visit and look for you. After all, the scholarly faction owes you a big favor, and they will probably gift you a few other good things."

The White Cloud Academy had bought a large number of puppets from the Jet-Black Sect, and True Monarch Eternal Fire was the one controlling and leading all the puppets all the times. As such, he also became a master of puppets as time passed by.

Song Shuhang nodded and took back the spider puppet, storing it away.

"Another thing, little friend Shuhang. What is the condition of that ordinary person you found earlier that had been transformed by the evil energy of the Netherworld Realm?" True Monarch Yellow Mountain asked as his smile vanished. "I'm afraid that what happened wasn't a simple coincidence, and it might be the doing of some creatures of the Netherworld Realm. This is something that might bring a calamity upon us."

After saying this much, True Monarch Yellow Mountain waved his hand. Soon after, another flying sword came over, and above was lying that big fellow that had been overturning cars earlier.