Senior, Don't Get Excited... Am I Excited

After receiving approval, Xu Jinghong cautiously spoke:

"Senior, Caifish secretly split off a sub-mark from the Primordial Chaos Mark in my consciousness to transmit information. I initially thought you were aware, but it seems you didn’t notice..."

"What?!"

Chen Yi’s brows furrowed sharply, his anger surging uncontrollably. "What is it trying to do?!"

"Senior, please don’t get agitated..." Xu Jinghong hurriedly explained. "Caifish said it has a way to help me revive Xiuzhi and asked me to find a chance to escape from you. But you know me—I’ve always stood by your side!"

Hearing this, Chen Yi suddenly froze, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable fury in his heart before asking in a low voice, "Was I really that agitated just now?"

"Senior, you..." Xu Jinghong’s expression turned grave as a possibility dawned on him. "Yes, ever since Caifish suddenly changed temperament, your state seems... a bit off too!"

Chen Yi fell into silence.

It was true.

His state wasn’t right, but contrary to Xu Jinghong’s assumption, it hadn’t started when Caifish’s temperament shifted. Instead, it began when that idiot Ling Xiao recklessly invited Wuji into the game, only to shoot himself in the foot!

Ling Xiao’s brain-dead move had ruined Chen Yi’s plans, and anger was justified. But after cursing him out and seizing what he could, the rage should’ve dissipated. So why did it linger, even affecting his usually unshakable composure? Why had he become so irritable?

The situation was already set in stone. Logically, even if the worst outcome had come to pass, he should’ve accepted it calmly and started planning his next move. So why was he still stuck cursing that moron Ling Xiao?

Aside from venting his unresolved fury, this served no purpose!

But why couldn’t he shake off this anger?

This was a question worth pondering.

Damn it, he must’ve been tainted by something foul!

Realizing this, Chen Yi immediately cleared his mind, steadied his spirit, and began reviewing the entire situation to pinpoint the anomaly.

"First, although Wuji was invited into the game, so far he’s only used some unknown method to influence that idiot dragon. I’ve maintained a safe distance and taken precautions. Even if I couldn’t fully block his esoteric tricks, I should’ve at least sensed something!"

"If he were truly powerful enough to silently manipulate my state of mind, would he have let Ling Xiao escape? Probably not his doing."

"I’ve only interacted with Ling Xiao. So, you dumbass Ling Xiao, what did you do to me? I’m seriously pissed off right now!"

"Sigh—Calm down. Anger only clouds judgment. Chen Yi, right now you’re like a fish hooked by a line. You have to shake it off, or you’ll exhaust yourself and be dragged out of the water!"

"That idiot Ling Xiao first withdrew his power, causing the Heaven-Earth Wuji Qiankun Seal to collapse, intending for me to seize over half control of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk. He wanted to dump the treasury on me so Wuji would come after me!"

"But I saw through it. My split consciousness elbowed him, disrupting his will imprint from coalescing in time. Then I snatched three Demon-Slaying Trial Grounds, six Evil-Dispelling Dungeon Realms, and thirty-six chat groups before making my escape!"

"During this process, Ling Xiao couldn’t have done anything to me. So, the problem must lie with the split consciousness suppressed by the Heaven-Earth Wuji Qiankun Seal!"

"It’s Wuji—his power. I absorbed some extremely advanced Dao Rhyme!"

"Damn it, Wuji’s poison!"

Without hesitation, Chen Yi severed his connection to that split consciousness.

"Hiss—"

Losing 60% of his spiritual power didn’t harm his foundation, but it left him feeling hollow. Even Chen Yi couldn’t help but pale slightly.

"Senior, are you alright?" Xu Jinghong asked, eyes full of concern.

"No matter." Chen Yi waved him off, his previously turbulent gaze now clear and composed. "Old Xu, the situation’s complicated. I’ll be removing your account from Group One soon. If you have anything left to say, say it now."

Wuji’s entry was irreversible. Chen Yi could no longer act as freely as before.

Now that the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk had split into three independent fragments, keeping Xu Jinghong in Group One risked Wuji tracking him down.

For safety’s sake, Xu Jinghong had to leave Group One!

After a moment of silence, Xu Jinghong smiled bitterly. "Senior, does this mean the next time we meet, we’ll be enemies?"

Chen Yi’s gaze was complex. "Perhaps."

"I understand." Xu Jinghong’s tone carried a hint of melancholy, but having chosen this path, he had to see it through.

Sorry, brothers and sisters. For Xiuzhi, I have no other choice.

[Love and Harmony Big Family (Formerly Interdimensional Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group #6)]

[Top Critic (Rank 9, Jiang Yue): Folks, the boss moved fast this time. We’ve got two and a half hours left before heading to the Immortal Realm. Kinda nervous—gonna munch a chicken leg to calm down!]

[Primordial Heaven Brush (Rank 6, Yao Suansheng): After transmigrating for so long, you’re still roasting him?]

[Top Critic (Rank 9, Jiang Yue): Nah, stopped ages ago.]

[Down-and-Out City Lord (Rank 8, Su Le): You didn’t even say who ‘he’ is.]

[Top Critic (Rank 9, Jiang Yue): But he’s the only one I ever roasted!]

[Murong Dugu (Rank 7, Murong Dugu): That’s called dedication!]

[Heaven-Treading Ancestor (Rank 3, Xu Jinghong): Brothers and sisters, the road ahead is long. I’m tired—can’t walk anymore. I’m leaving now. Once I go, it’s for good.]

[Qianling Spark (Rank 4, Mo Qian): ? Old Xu, what nonsense are you spouting now?]

[The Kid Who Never Gains Weight (Rank 2, Shen Lingxi): No way! Old Xu, don’t do this! I don’t wanna have to come suppress your rampages again!]

[Murong Dugu (Rank 7, Murong Dugu): Ah, love—what can it make people do? Old Xu, you still can’t let her go, can you? Would she want you like this?]

[Primordial Heaven Brush (Rank 6, Yao Suansheng): Of all words in the world, ‘love’ cuts deepest! Good thing I built my foundation on it—immune to heartbreak!]

[Cycle of Heaven’s Dao (Rank 18, Yu Zian): Sigh, bro, if only you’d spoken sooner...]

[Down-and-Out City Lord (Rank 8, Su Le): Oh? Tea?]

[One Pickled Fish (Group Owner, Zhao Huazhen): Everyone, shut up!]

[One Pickled Fish (Group Owner, Zhao Huazhen): @Heaven-Treading Ancestor, Old Xu, what do you mean? Spit it out clearly!]

[Heaven-Treading Ancestor (Rank 3, Xu Jinghong): Lord Caifish, my apologies... I betrayed you again.]

[Ding! ‘Heaven-Treading Ancestor’ account data lost due to abnormal activity.]

As the group system’s notification popped up...

The chat logs of Peak Rank Three, 'Tian-Treading Ancestor,' came to a halt here. The grayed-out avatar would no longer pulse, not even for a simple greeting...

At the same time.

Two 'newcomers' joined Group 108!

These two were exceptionally formidable!

The moment they entered, they instantly claimed the top two spots on the group's power rankings, even surpassing the original leader, 'TMD Heavenly Tribulation Is Still Chasing Me'!

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