The Slacking Mu Chen, His Clone Raids the Domain of the Foreign Demon Race

What is the most scarce resource for a fledgling chat group of newcomers?

That’s right—talent and projects!

Every member in the group represents a brand-new world project, each of immeasurable value!

Take Fang Zheng, for example. The celestial domain he hails from isn’t particularly high-tier, but as long as you know how to farm it, you can earn massive amounts of points from the chat group system to exchange for advanced cultivation resources!

Just by pioneering Fang Zheng’s world alone, Chen Yi made a profit of over 550 million points—enough to exchange for more than 2,700 immortal spirit stones. That’s far more lucrative than the heist he pulled off by directly invading the Western Sea Realm!

And this is just the early-stage income from the project. Once the Celestial Pivot Domain is fully conquered, Fang Zheng’s combat power will rise accordingly, allowing him to contribute to the group’s operations while Chen Yi, the group leader and boss, sits back and collects dividends.

Not only do these members bring their own projects, but they can also work to generate more income. You can never have too many such treasured group members!

So, to grow bigger, stronger, and achieve even greater glory!

When Chen Yi confirmed that Mu Chen, the leader of Group 98, was in the same world as him, he immediately sharpened his blade, ready to bleed the kid dry!

Likewise, having once been part of a fledgling newcomer group himself, Mu Chen knew exactly what Chen Yi was thinking.

But what could he do about it?

Resist? Fat chance!

Cooperating obediently might at least let him keep his position as Group 98’s leader. If he dared to resist… well, Brother Yi could be downright merciless!

“Oh, not bad, Xiao Mu. You’ve got thirty-eight members? You sure that’s all?” Chen Yi smirked at him.

“I—” Mu Chen choked on his words.

Had he lost his mind, trying to lie to a Tribulation Transcension expert?

Even if he were at the peak of the Divine Transformation stage—or even broke through to the Unity stage—he’d still be utterly transparent in front of this monster, who had faced eighty-one heavenly tribulations and walked away unscathed.

There was just no escaping it—the man was downright inhuman!

Mu Chen even had a sinking feeling that even if he reached the Tribulation stage himself, he might not last a single round against this old freak.

Who’d ever heard of a Tribulation expert surviving eighty-one ascension tribulations without a scratch? Normally, the best outcome would be having one’s body shattered by lightning while preserving the primordial spirit to rebuild as a loose immortal.

But this guy went through eighty-one tribulations like it was nothing—and even gave off an ethereal aura, as if he’d already transcended the world and ascended to immortality!

How was this fair?!

If this wasn’t cheating, Mu Chen would eat his hat!

“B-Brother Yi, I’ll come clean. My group has fifty-three members, fifty-four including me. The leader’s personal account currently holds 33.47 million points. If you want them, take it all—consider it a humble gift from your little brother!”

Mu Chen spilled everything, torn between agony and relief.

He couldn’t protect anything anyway. Since he couldn’t hold onto it, he might as well toss it all away!

Take it, take it all! Surely an elder brother wouldn’t just take his little brother’s belongings without giving something in return, right?

Yet, to Mu Chen’s surprise, Chen Yi responded with mild disdain. “Xiao Mu, you’ve been in the group for over thirty years and only saved up this much? Have you even been putting in effort? Were you slacking on missions?”

Mu Chen was already heartbroken, but these words stabbed even deeper, making him feel like vomiting blood.

As if everyone could be as freakish as you!

Damn it all to—!

“Alright, here’s the deal. Bundle up the ten members from the highest-tier worlds and sell them to me. I’ll pay a million points per head. How’s that?”

Mu Chen froze, his sullen expression instantly brightening. “Brother Yi, you mean it?!”

Sure, he made tens of thousands daily, averaging a million per month—but that came with risks!

A few members in his group came from extremely high-tier worlds, and he lived in constant fear that they’d provoke someone far beyond his ability to handle, leading to the chat group’s collapse.

Kicking them into the free channel? Their quests were the most lucrative. Keeping them? A constant nightmare.

So, he had no choice but to drill one lesson into his group: Stay low. When in doubt, quietly retreat behind the crowd.

Sure, it was cowardly—but avoiding reckless confrontations kept them alive.

Now that Brother Yi had cornered him in person, how could he refuse?

Losing ten troublesome members? Halving his income was manageable, especially with compensation. All things considered, it wasn’t a bad deal!

“Give me the rundown. I’ll pick who I want and transfer the points immediately.” Chen Yi nodded slightly.

If only group leaders could be traded—he’d have snatched up Mu Chen in a heartbeat!

The guy was at the peak of Divine Transformation, with a combat power of 9.5 million. With a bit of training, he’d soon be ready to form a trio for exorcism missions.

Alas, group leaders were untradeable.

Hmm… unless he stopped being a group leader?

Chen Yi’s eyes gleamed as he pondered the possibilities.

Meanwhile, oblivious to Brother Yi’s scheming, Mu Chen cheerfully introduced his members, his fawning demeanor resembling that of a brothel madam.

Just as Chen Yi was handpicking promising members from Group 98…

Elsewhere.

Deep space beyond the Purple Star Continent.

A cosmic void shrouded in thick miasma was facing annihilation.

This was the stronghold of the extraterrestrial demonic race, home to tens of thousands of vile fiends who fed on the spiritual essence of all living beings.

These creatures were terrifying—even their juveniles possessed power equivalent to Unity-stage cultivators from the Purple Star Continent, while mature demons could overpower Tribulation-stage experts, posing an immense threat to the continent.

Yet now, these tens of thousands of powerful demons were being brutally pummeled by two immortal avatars from the Purple Star Continent—truly suffering a miserable fate!

“ROAR—!!!”

“It’s that man again! Why is he back?!”

“Didn’t he just undergo a tribulation a few days ago? Shouldn’t he be recovering?!”

“Tch, so what if he’s here? Unless he dares to merge all three into one, the most he can do is beat us half to death. Useless!”

“Seven hundred years… SEVEN HUNDRED YEARS! Do you have any idea how I’ve suffered?!”

“It’s been too long since I’ve tasted human flesh from the Purple Star Continent! I can’t take it anymore! I CAN’T!!!”

“Sniff… Hey, doesn’t he smell… even more delicious than before?”

“Awooo! Brothers, let’s wear him down!!!”

Amid the roars and frenzied howls, the horde of demons surrounded Chen Yi’s two one-star immortal avatars, spewing vile, corrupted energies that converged into terrifying torrents, crashing toward them!

But despite their hopes, Chen Yi’s avatars were immortal bodies—unrestrained by ascension tribulations, their power far surpassed that of ordinary one-star clones.

“Hahaha! Bring it on!” One avatar, wielding a staff, laughed wildly as he thrust it into the void. Then, clasping his hands in a seal, he declared:

“Inviolable Dharma—UNLEASH!”

The moment the words left his lips—

SHIIIING—!!!

A dazzling golden light erupted instantly, transforming into a spherical barrier that completely blocked the terrifying tide of filth.

At the same time, another immortal clone wielding a halberd began to swing its weapon.

"Extreme Dao Demon-Slaying, Decree!"

The halberd arced through the air, unleashing a crescent moon slash. The terrifying crimson energy melted the demonic onslaught in an instant, then ignored all defenses, cutting down the horde of demons like grass, annihilating them one after another!

Moments later.

As the aftermath settled.

Only nine demonic abominations remained standing on the battlefield!

"Ahhh!!!"

"Demon! You're the demon!!!"

"No, stay away! Don't come any closer!!!"

The nine surviving mature-stage demons were utterly terrified, babbling incoherently and lacking even the courage to face Chen Yi. They turned and fled deep into their lair.

The two immortal clones did not pursue. Instead, they pulled out a gourd and drained the last drops of the Western Sea Realm's immortal spiritual essence.

Truth be told, the two clones were also somewhat exhausted. While wiping out tens of thousands of demons in a single combo move was undeniably cool, it had drained sixty percent of their vast immortal energy reserves.

After all, these were no ordinary one-star clones. They could only recover by consuming immortal spiritual essence—absorbing ordinary energy would cause their immortal bodies to degrade.

Two and a half minutes later.

Once fully restored to peak condition, the two one-star immortal clones slowly rose to their feet, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they gazed into the depths of the cosmic void.

Lurking within was the progenitor of the demonic abominations. If left unchecked, it would quickly rally its forces and return.

But the progenitor was no simple foe. It wasn’t overwhelmingly powerful—only on par with a two-star clone—yet maintaining such strength in the mortal realm naturally made it a tricky opponent.

Two hundred years ago, Chen Yi had secretly sent eighteen clones to infiltrate its domain. Before they could even locate the progenitor, a pair of crimson double-pupiled eyes flashed in the darkness, and a surge of terrifying power nearly wiped them all out!

If not for the eighteen one-star clones merging into two three-star clones at the critical moment—scaring the progenitor into retreat—Chen Yi would have suffered heavy losses.

In the end, though they avoided defeat under the progenitor’s ambush, the fusion had created two outrageously overpowered three-star clones. The damned Immortal Ascension Tribulation immediately seized the opportunity to deliver a devastating blow!

Like rabid dogs, it chased them relentlessly, forcing the two three-star clones to pay a steep price just to escape.

The ordeal left Chen Yi’s true form recuperating for a full two and a half years to restore the clones.

And all of it—every last bit—was caused by that damned demonic progenitor!

If not for the Immortal Ascension Tribulation’s watchful gaze and the progenitor’s elusive nature, Chen Yi’s true form would have long since sought vengeance!

But as they say, revenge is a dish best served cold—even if it takes two hundred years!

Now, Chen Yi had dispatched immortal clones no longer bound by the tribulation’s constraints. How would the demonic progenitor respond?