Zhao Huazhen was an incredibly unlucky transmigrator.
By sheer dumb luck, he crossed over into the Profound Heaven Continent, only to end up as a tiny koi fish in the Celestial River.
This little koi had an underdeveloped fish brain, capable of retaining memories for just one second!
As a result, Zhao Huazhen’s memory kept looping back to the moment of his transmigration.
"Oh no, it's dumb luck again!"
Thud!
He went flying—ouch~
"Oh no, it's dumb luck again!"
Thud!
He went flying—ouch~
"Oh no, it's dumb luck again!"
Wait, why did I say "again"?
Thud~
Flying once more—ouch~
A dim-witted fish like this was born to be snack food for bigger fish!
Fortunately, before Zhao Huazhen could get eaten, he was detected by the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk and dragged into the "Transmigrators of the Myriad Realms—Experimental Group No. 1."
Unfortunately, since the chat group was still in its infancy, its systems were far from perfect. The members were all newbies, utterly incapable of offering any help. In fact, most transmigrators kicked the bucket shortly after joining. Out of a hundred entrants, barely ten survived!
And Zhao Huazhen, if nothing unexpected happened, would soon become a grayed-out avatar, erased like expired data, leaving no trace of his existence.
But if nothing unexpected happened... well, the unexpected arrived right on schedule!
Because he was a dim-witted fish with a brain too small to fully accommodate his soul, Zhao Huazhen never fully activated the chat group’s anchor point in his consciousness.
Coincidentally, the lingering remnant of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk’s artifact spirit also needed a vessel!
And so, without Ling Xiao’s knowledge, the artifact spirit was reborn within Zhao Huazhen’s soul!
The two fused inseparably—he was both Zhao Huazhen and the artifact spirit of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk. Or, to put it another way, he was now the member known as "A Pickled Fish" in the Transmigrators of the Myriad Realms—Experimental Group No. 1!
The dim-witted fish was dim-witted no more. The koi transformed into golden scales, devouring the great to grow greater, slaughtering its way through the entire Celestial River!
"A golden carp is no ordinary pond dweller—meet the storm, and it becomes a dragon!"
Out of the eight hundred transmigrators initially recruited into Experimental Group No. 1, only thirty elite survivors remained. And "A Pickled Fish" stood at the very top of them all!
After a thousand years of trials, the "Transmigrators of the Myriad Realms Mutual Aid Group—Main Chat" was officially established, serving as the template for future expansions. Groups Two and Three followed, eventually growing into the current 120 branches.
And the Main Chat stood above all others, wielding absolute authority!
Its admin, "A Pickled Fish," was not just a beta tester or a high-ranking official—he was, in truth, the hidden master of the entire chat group system!
Yet despite his towering status, this very admin now found himself scolded while cupped in the palm of Group 108’s leader, Chen Yi. Tears of grievance welled up in his eyes as he stared stubbornly, wordlessly, right at Chen Yi.
This display actually managed to make Chen Yi feel a twinge of guilt.
Whether as Zhao Huazhen or as the artifact spirit, there was an almost childlike innocence to him—a purity untouched by the ages.
Of course, that was the high-EQ way of putting it.
To be blunt—he was just dumb!
Did he really think putting on a scheming act would fool anyone into not realizing he was a genuine idiot?!
Still, bullying such a fool did make Chen Yi’s conscience itch a little.
So he tossed his useless conscience aside, pinched the foolish little golden dragon’s cheeks, and said amiably:
"Stop giving me those puppy-dog eyes—it won’t work. You’re in no position to negotiate. But if you behave, I might consider returning your true form to you."
The little golden dragon closed its eyes and lifted its head at a 45-degree angle. "I won’t believe you again. Sincerity meets betrayal—I offered my heart to the moon, yet the moon shines on the gutter..."
BONK!
Chen Yi flicked its forehead without mercy. "You just had to prove you’re stupid, didn’t you? Whether you believe me or not doesn’t matter—what matters is you can’t resist!"
"Listen well. In the world of the strong, there’s no right or wrong—only value."
"You blindly block the path without even realizing it, projecting your own naivety onto others. If you don’t die, who will?!"
"Ow~~" The little dragon clutched the swelling bump on its head, glaring indignantly. "Are you lecturing me?!"
Chen Yi’s eye twitched. "Seems I’ll have to teach you how to be human first."
With that, he muted the dragon, stretched its body straight, twisted it into a pretzel, then grabbed its tail and spun it like a windmill—whoosh whoosh whoosh—draining all the waterlogged nonsense from its brain!
By the time Chen Yi stopped, the dragon’s mind was utterly empty, its gaze now crystal clear.
"Ready to listen like a proper being now?" Chen Yi asked coolly.
The little dragon nodded frantically, its swirling golden pupils filled with terror.
Death wasn’t scary—what truly terrified was teetering on its brink!
It had thought life wasn’t worth living anymore, but after that dizzying ordeal, staying alive suddenly seemed like a fantastic idea.
"Should’ve been this obedient from the start. Just had to be difficult." Chen Yi sighed, unmuting it. "Now, do you understand where you went wrong?"
The dragon shook its head, then nodded, then cautiously ventured: "I think my mistake was... uh... where do you think I went wrong?"
What am I supposed to do with this kid... Chen Yi sighed again. "Never mind. That’s not important. I know you’re only yielding to violence right now, still defiant at heart. But no matter—this next lesson, pay close attention."
"Mm, I’ll listen carefully. Please go on!" The dragon played along outwardly while internally dismissing every word.
Chen Yi ignored this, continuing calmly: "Do you know what will happen once Ling Xiao’s will imprints on the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk are completely erased?"
The dragon dutifully shook its head.
"Picture this: you’re being chased by assassins when suddenly your home alarm goes off—a thief is trying to crack your safe and steal your life’s savings. Now, with your pea-sized brain, what would you do?"
The scenario wasn’t hard for the dragon to grasp. Ling Xiao was being pursued by Wuji, the safe was the Creation Disk, and the "savings" were the Epoch Treasury!
But the moment it imagined Ling Xiao’s perspective, a thunderbolt of realization struck—its mental fog cleared instantly!
Of course!
Why didn’t I think of this?!
If the Epoch Treasury were breached, Ling Xiao would despair. And if he suffered, he’d make sure the thief suffered too. And since Wuji coveted that treasury...
He’d sic Wuji on us!
One renegade Immortal Emperor was bad enough. Add an active-duty one to the mix? Total disaster!
"Get it now? See why I refused to cooperate with you?" Chen Yi smirked.
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