【Multiverse Travelers' Support Group - Group 108】
【Group owner invited ‘The Skinny Snacker’ to join the chat】
【Updated Group Member Power Rankings!】
【nO.1: The Skinny Snacker (Shen Lingxi; Cultivation: Profound Immortal Peak; Combat Power: 99.8 billion)】
【nO.2: Heaven-Treading Ancestor (On-Duty Central Altar Marshal Xu Jinghong; Cultivation: Profound Immortal Late Stage; Combat Power: 96 billion)】
【nO.3: Han Clan’s Young Miss from Gaodao (Han Qianxue; Cultivation: Celestial Immortal Initial Stage; Combat Power: 23 billion)】
【nO.4: Just a Bit of Hardship (Heavenly Law Court Chief Deity Gu Yuan; Cultivation: True Immortal Late Stage; Combat Power: 6.8 billion)】
【nO.5: I Really Don’t Wanna Be a Sacrifice (Heavenly Pivot Court Chief Deity Fang Zheng; Cultivation: True Immortal Mid Stage; Combat Power: 3.8 billion)】
【nO.6: The Fallen Prodigy (Supervisory Star Lord Xiao Chunan; Cultivation: True Immortal Initial Stage; Combat Power: 2.3 billion)】
【nO.7: The Damn Tribulation’s Still Chasing Me (Group Owner Chen Yi; Cultivation: True Immortal Initial Stage; Combat Power: 2 billion)】
【nO.8: Withered Leaves Left by the Wind (Celestial Court Intern Qin Sheng; Cultivation: Pseudo-Immortal Peak; Combat Power: 1.98 billion)】
【nO.9: Sword Immortal with Empty Sleeves (Ascension Bureau Officer Zhou Zheng; Cultivation: Pseudo-Immortal Peak; Combat Power: 1.96 billion)】
【nO.10: Crow Riding a Plane (Celestial Court Intern Liu Bo; Cultivation: Pseudo-Immortal Peak; Combat Power: 1.95 billion)】
【...[Expand for details]】
【Runner-Up Cultivator (Chen Bo): Who’s this newcomer?!】
【Unemployed God of Light (Adolf Anlan): Straight to the top of the rankings? Newbies these days are insane!】
【Heaven-Treading Ancestor (Xu Jinghong): Hahaha, old Shen, you’re finally here! Doesn’t matter how strong you are—here, you gotta call me ‘sir’!】
【Han Clan’s Young Miss from Gaodao (Han Qianxue): Sis Lingxi, they’ve been bullying me while you were away...】
【Building in Another World (Wang Jian): ?】
【I Just Want a Harem! (Shen Lang): Senior Han, us trash-tier sub-immortals... bullying you?】
【I Hate Cilantro (Li Yuanyuan): The rain soaks the sky, ruining it with precision...】
【Villain Seeking Redemption (Zhao Gao): This is brutal. Celestial Court intern requirements got raised to Pseudo-Immortal. Sure, the Purple Star Realm’s cultivation environment is great, but I’m a cripple! I’m defective! It’ll take me millennia to catch up. By then, it’ll be too late...】
【Little Land God Lin Yuyu (Lin Yuyu): Don’t lose hope! If the immortal path’s too hard, try the Faith System—decent career prospects!】
【I Hate Cilantro (Li Yuanyuan): Faith cultivation’s legit. Highly recommend!】
【Permanent Resident of the Cold Palace (Liu Ruyan): Nope. I’m sticking to immortality. I’ll transcend, and then—unlimited power!】
【Han Clan’s Young Miss from Gaodao (Han Qianxue): I was such a fool. Should’ve taken a cushy sinecure like Xu Jinghong—no responsibilities, just resources to rebuild my world...】
【The Skinny Snacker (Shen Lingxi): Hi everyone! Newbie here. Please be kind~】
【Unemployed God of Light (Adolf Anlan): Uh... newbie rules—drop a selfie first?】
【Heaven-Treading Ancestor (Xu Jinghong): Bold move, kid. Respect.】
【Runner-Up Cultivator (Chen Bo): Anlan’s got guts, I’ll give him that!】
【...】
Hiss—such casual vibes. They’re totally unfazed by my cultivation level, treating me like a real newbie...
Shen Lingxi sighed, glancing at her boss still tinkering with some defensive barrier in her mind. It wouldn’t wrap up anytime soon, so she started dissecting this so-called "work group."
"First, the boss mentioned a job similar to Xu Jinghong’s—probably those titles in the nicknames? Heavenly Law Court, Ascension Bureau, even ‘Celestial Court Intern’..."
"They all seem busy, with nonstop notifications, yet their last messages were official announcements. Hmm."
"Xu Jinghong’s clearly free though—‘On-Duty Central Altar Marshal,’ telling me to call him ‘sir.’ Cheeky. Must mean Xiuzhi’s back. Boss really is all-powerful."
"But what would I do? My cultivation aligns with the underworld—reincarnation, six paths, judges, ghost enforcers... None of that sounds relaxing."
"Maybe pivot to a side gig? I like raising pets. Is there a ‘Horse Keeper’ role—no prestige, but low stress?"
"...Shen Lingxi, stop lying to yourself. The boss wouldn’t recruit you for a cakewalk job. Special roles need special talents. Straight to the underworld I go."
She exhaled gloomily, envisioning a bleak future.
【The Skinny Snacker (Shen Lingxi): @Heaven-Treading Ancestor, Xu Jinghong, how’s life there? Busy?】
【Heaven-Treading Ancestor (Xu Jinghong): Not bad. Talented folks, great banter... You’ll see.】
【Little Land God Lin Yuyu (Lin Yuyu): Need a guide, senior? I’m always free!】
【Han Clan’s Young Miss from Gaodao (Han Qianxue): Sis, wake up soon. This cuddle session’s getting weird...】
【Unemployed God of Light (Adolf Anlan): Oh? Do elaborate. (adjusts glasses.ipg)】
【Runner-Up Cultivator (Chen Bo): Bro, chill. You’re scaring me.】
【The Skinny Snacker (Shen Lingxi): Boss is still setting up defenses in my mind. Hang in there.】
Group owner enabled all members mute.
【The Damn Tribulation’s Still Chasing Me (Group Owner): No more chatter. New recruits incoming. Stay sharp—don’t let them steal the spotlight!】
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