Overly Cautious Chen Yi, Overly Unlucky Ling Xiao

The cohesion of Group 108 was beyond question.

These were brothers and sisters who had ridden the same "hanging car" together, so naturally, whatever the veteran group leader said, they followed without hesitation.

[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice (Fang Zheng): Honestly, I thought my cultivation speed was already fast with the chat group's help, but my son Fang Fan is even more outrageous. Guys, have you heard of the "Great Dream of Ten Thousand Eons"?]

[Just a Bit of Hardship (Gu Yuan): By the way, Ah Sheng, it’s been a while since you mentioned An Zhen’er. Did you two have a fight?]

[The Fallen Genius (Xiao Chunan): I beg to differ. Personally, I think this koi fish should be raised inside a golden core. The other day, while soaking in the bath, I found a talking stone growing in my dantian. Hold on, elder—just now, a ten-thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit complained to me that your halberd’s midlife crisis burned it into an outlaw...]

[Runner-Up in the Cultivation World (Chen Bo): Holy shit! Brother Chunan, which body part did you use to type this message? This is insane!]

[Unemployed God of Light (Adolf Anlan): Meanwhile, a speech echoed through the beer hall...]

[I Refuse to Eat Cilantro (Li Yuanyuan): Slow down, slow down! My brain can’t keep up with your speed...]

[...]

Seeing the group members naturally steering the conversation, Chen Yi nodded in satisfaction.

This was exactly what he wanted!

With the intentions of the mysterious immortal realm powerhouse still unclear, the best course was to go against the tide—to act in defiance of the grand scheme. Such a rebellious, rookie-filled group—wouldn’t you want to investigate it?

Before, he had been in the shadows while "It" was asleep. No matter how recklessly he acted, everything was under control, so there was nothing to fear.

But now, "It" was pretending to sleep while hiding in the dark, leaving Chen Yi exposed. The situation had spiraled out of control. Chen Yi didn’t dare make a single move, terrified of being caught and kicked out of the chat group!

The importance of the chat group was undeniable—it was a bridge connecting countless lower realms, efficiently bringing other worlds under Zi Wei’s rule.

Without the chat group, how could Zi Wei Continent compete with the immortal realm for talent?

That tribulation to immortality was even more unreasonable than Chen Yi himself!

So, the chat group could not be lost!

After much hesitation, Chen Yi decided to take the initiative—to sacrifice the pawns to save the king.

Using the remnants of the Group 108 leader account as kindling, he would ignite the last sparks of the second and third-in-command to ensure the safe landing of the "Young Miss Han of High Island" account.

This plan was called—Dead Spy!

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Thirty days passed in the blink of an eye.

By the thirtieth day, Chen Yi was completely numb.

From the backend data processing center, he learned that 1,283 group members had been directly sent to the immortal realm. Over 99% of them were "deleted" within three seconds. Only two survived for three days before their avatars finally turned gray.

Chat groups across the board suffered heavy losses. No one dared sign up for the immortal realm trials anymore.

Meanwhile, Group 108 had spent thirty whole days spouting nonsense without a single investigation. That mysterious immortal realm powerhouse seemed to have genuinely slept through it all.

"Damn it, you forced my hand!"

Chen Yi had had enough.

He had spent thirty days on edge, dancing on the blade’s edge, only for the other side to ignore him completely?

What was the point of his thirty days of vigilance?

He hadn’t relaxed for a single moment!

His nerves were frayed from the constant tension, terrified that the immortal realm old dog would ambush him at any second!

Yet the other side didn’t even consider him a threat?

Was this silent treatment or bait to lure him out?

It didn’t matter anymore!

Enough was enough!

You’re pretending to sleep?

Fine, I’ll just strike!

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"Eh? Wait, this doesn’t make sense!"

"Are you actually asleep?!"

Chen Yi was stunned.

With brutal force, he condensed his lurking divine sense into a needle and stabbed it straight into the core of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk.

He was fully prepared to self-destruct his divine sense for a desperate counterattack, but to his shock, the immortal realm powerhouse’s will imprint didn’t react—in fact, it trembled slightly, as if... excited?!

What the hell? Is It a masochist?!

Sure, his attack was weak, barely scratching the surface of the will imprint, but it was still an attack! Feeling provoked was one thing, but getting excited?

Damn it, does It actually enjoy this?!

Chen Yi didn’t understand, but he was thoroughly baffled.

He had prepared for the worst, only to realize the other side didn’t even see him as a threat!

"Alright, alright, you think I’m just giving you a massage? Fine, I’ll really put some strength into it now!"

Chen Yi wasn’t one to hold back.

Since the other side was giving him an opening, he had to take it—success or not!

Immediately, he amplified his soul power, strengthening his lurking divine sense. The "needle" quickly thickened into an iron rod, then kept expanding, hammering away relentlessly. Slowly, he pried the immortal realm old fogey’s will imprint off the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, staining it with his own essence!

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Meanwhile, in a space-time overlap deep in the immortal realm...

"Goddammit, Wuji is still chasing me!"

A massive bronze coffin plunged into the River of Time, leaping across eras in a desperate escape.

Inside, Ling Xiao, his hair disheveled, steered the coffin through chaotic spatial shifts.

Behind him, separated by endless time, Wuji—clad in golden imperial robes—pursued relentlessly. A colossal cauldron hovered above his head, unleashing torrents of primordial chaos to tear through the river’s currents.

"Hahaha! Ling Xiao, where are you running to?"

"Don’t leave! It’s been so long—don’t you want to catch up?"

"I’ve missed you so much!!!"

Ling Xiao ignored him, focusing solely on fleeing.

Whether his plan to divert disaster had succeeded was still unclear, but one thing was certain—he had successfully set himself on fire!

Truly, when luck ran out, even cold water choked you!

He had arranged everything perfectly—sending all group members who signed up for the immortal realm trials straight to the Forbidden Ruins, a place of chaotic laws and powerful restrictions where "Enlightenment" was sealed.

Ordinary lower-realm members would be crushed into nothingness by the overwhelming pressure. Only that lurking anomaly—the one who defied the rules—could thrive there, possibly even freeing "Enlightenment."

If two rule-defying anomalies emerged simultaneously, the immortal realm would descend into chaos!

And Wuji’s foundation wasn’t stable yet. If he failed to suppress both in time, Ling Xiao’s chance for restoration would come!

But alas, reality was cruel.

Caught in the whirlpool of unpredictable variables, he hadn’t anticipated Wuji waiting outside the Forbidden Ruins!

Two unlucky group members were spotted immediately!

Disaster.

Those two could not be allowed to fall into Wuji’s hands—it would mean total defeat!

Unfortunately, Wuji’s nose was sharper than a dog’s. The moment he caught their scent—tainted with Ling Xiao’s aura—he pounced like a rabid beast!

After thirty-six hours of desperate maneuvering, Ling Xiao finally erased the two unlucky souls. But the effort backfired—Wuji locked onto him instead, forcing this humiliating retreat!

And just as things couldn’t get worse—mid-escape, the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk was attacked!

In an instant, he felt life was no longer worth living!

Not only had he failed to divert the disaster onto someone else, but he had also ended up setting himself on fire with no time to deal with the fallout—and worst of all, he had invited the wolf into his home, powerless to resist...

Was there anyone more unlucky than him?!

Damn these unforeseen variables—I really just

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One more chapter will be up later—lost the draft and rewriting it now, what a pain...