Four years ago, his big mouth offended a beautiful ‘senior’, and he was tormented miserably... That Senior tormented him for a whole year and four months straight. You heard right, a whole year and four months! Thinking back to those inhuman, turbulent days, his eyes grew moist.

　　As soon as Blake finished speaking, a series of mischievous grinning emojis popped up in the group—undisguised, straightforward schadenfreude.

　　There were eight people showing as online in the group, and six of them all sent a row of laughing faces at once.

　　“You bunch of gloating guys, I’ll remember every single one of you. Don’t let me run into you, or I’ll make you taste the power of my seventy-two quick blade techniques!” Blake Miller said resentfully. He was very confident in his quick blades; among the six who just sent those grins, none could beat him one-on-one.

　　Blake Miller had just finished speaking.

　　Immediately, another mischievous grin popped up in the group, this time from Adam Foster.

　　Then Adam Foster excitedly said, “When are we having a duel?”

　　Clearly, Adam Foster wasn’t gloating—he just wanted to find someone to fight.

　　“……” Blake Miller instantly wilted.

　　Because he couldn’t beat Adam!

　　His cultivation was deep, already at the late stage of Fifth Rank Spirit Emperor, just two steps away from Sixth Rank Spirit Lord, but he still couldn’t beat Adam.

　　His seventy-two blade techniques were fast and fierce, and his movement was as quick as lightning, but he still couldn’t beat Adam.

　　He was known as Mad Blade, and when he went wild, even he was afraid of himself, but he just couldn’t beat Adam!

　　When the group saw Blake wilt, another string of unrestrained laughing faces appeared.

　　“……” This time, Blake Miller could only gloomily send a string of ellipses.

　　After all the commotion, no one saw the newcomer speak, which made them a bit curious.

　　“The new fellow isn’t saying anything?” Logan Carter asked.

　　Unfortunately, due to the effects of the cold medicine, Ethan Brooks had already drifted back into a half-sleep.

　　At this moment, Adam Foster happily sent another message: “I checked, the new fellow’s name is ‘Shushan Pressure High’. Has anyone heard of an expert with this daoist name? It sounds a bit like a Confucian cultivator, doesn’t it? I’m really looking forward to it! In recent years, Confucian cultivators have been hiding so deep, you can’t find them anywhere. I haven’t fought one in nearly a hundred years! Thinking back, fighting Confucian cultivators was even more satisfying than fighting Buddhist ones—not only are they sharp-tongued, but their fists are hard too. And when the fight gets exciting, they’ll even recite poetry to liven things up, it’s awesome! I love fighting them the most.”

　　“Adam, tell me, is your only expectation for new fellows whether they’re good to fight and if the fight is satisfying?” Blake Miller sent a crying emoji. This is basically bullying, isn’t it?!

　　“Uh.” Adam Foster was a bit embarrassed.

　　Logan Carter grinned mischievously: “Could it be another ‘senior’ who doesn’t know how to use chat tools?”

　　As soon as he said this, everyone felt a sense of déjà vu.

　　That’s right, about four years ago, there seemed to be a senior who came out of seclusion after over a hundred years, finally managed to get on a chat app, and was added to the group by Henry Clark. But because she didn’t know how to type, she never spoke.

　　Then, a guy named Blake Miller happily flirted in front of this senior, asking for her measurements, for photos, for voice chat and all sorts of things.

　　And then... a few days later, Blake Miller saw this senior in person. She was a very beautiful senior, as dazzling and lovely as the bright moon in the night sky.

　　After that, this beautiful senior tormented Blake Miller for a whole year and four months before leaving, finally satisfied.

　　Blake Miller immediately knelt.

　　“Henry?” At this moment, an ID called ‘Pharmacist’ spoke up.

　　A bafflingly short message, with no context.

　　Fortunately, everyone in the group was used to Pharmacist’s brief chatting style—he was asking where the group owner Henry Clark was.

　　The brevity wasn’t because Pharmacist was aloof or arrogant, but because he typed using two fingers and handwriting input, which was super slow. When there were a lot of words, he’d often make mistakes, and editing was a pain. So Pharmacist got into the habit of keeping his messages as short as possible. Over time, this became his current, word-sparing communication style.

　　“He went offline right after adding the new person. I heard his precious great demon dog ran away from home again, and Henry Clark went after it. Dealing with that precious demon dog isn’t easy—he must be really busy. Even finding time to get online and add someone is rare.” Logan Carter replied.

　　“……” Pharmacist.

　　“Then we’ll just have to wait until the new fellow learns how to use the chat tool before we can talk.” Adam Foster sighed. They all assumed the newcomer was one of their own.

　　Seeing no response from the new fellow, the few online members, finding no more fun, all went silent.

　　……

　　About an hour later, Ethan Brooks gradually woke up.

　　“I remember someone added me to a group just now, something like Jiuzhou No.1 Group?” he muttered softly, casually clicking open the chat tool in the lower right corner and pulling up the Jiuzhou No.1 Group chat window.

　　What kind of group was this, anyway?

　　Soon, the chat history from an hour ago appeared before him.

　　Ethan Brooks skimmed through it.

　　Fellow daoist? Cave abode? What rank is your cultivation?