Don't send me messages anymore, I'm afraid the group admin might misunderstand.

That day, the roar of thunder exploded in the depths of the void.

The tremors reached even the distant Purple Star Continent, billions of miles away.

Though the people were slightly unsettled, they carried on as usual, with only a few elderly folks taking the time to sit and chat.

"Hey, the Heavenly Tribulation Sovereign has been quite active lately!"

"Indeed! It used to be once every decade or so, but now it's twice in less than a month. The Heavenly Tribulation Sovereign is getting fiercer!"

"Every time, the commotion is huge. I heard he's only about 800 years old—far more impressive than those immortal elders who’ve lived for millennia."

"Ah, youth is a blessing. Back in my day, I could make quite a stir too!"

"Old Wang, stop joking. I live next door to you—every night it's either exhaustion or sleepiness. Even your wife’s temper has soured because of it..."

"Ugh, don’t remind me. Yours is so much gentler in comparison..."

"......"

The idle chatter at the village entrance reached Mu Chen’s ears.

Unlike ordinary mortals, as a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, he saw things far more clearly.

The thunder from the distant void wasn’t caused by the Heavenly Tribulation Sovereign—it was the catastrophic disaster befalling those unfortunate peak Unity-stage seniors!

What the hell is Brother Yi up to?!

Wasn’t he just holed up in the Illusory Star Cave Heaven, living a low-key, reclusive life?

Why is he suddenly so bold?

First, he lulled the Heavenly Dao to sleep and took over the world himself. Now he’s forcing peak Unity-stage seniors to attempt the Heavenly Tribulation...

Isn’t he afraid of getting struck down by the Immortal Ascension Tribulation again?

Hiss—

Something’s off. No, scratch that—something’s very off!

Mu Chen’s eyelids kept twitching, an ominous sign.

After some deliberation, he decided to send a private message to a former group member.

[Back to the Multitude (Group 98 Admin): Chu Nan, you there?]

The message was quickly marked as read, but there was no reply for a long time.

Mu Chen’s lips twitched violently.

So this was the feeling of being left on read? Damn, that’s infuriating!

No wonder Brother Yi came to put him in his place back then—even he couldn’t stand it.

But since he was the one asking for a favor, no matter how annoyed he was, he had to swallow his pride and send another message.

[Back to the Multitude: Chu Nan, I know you’re there. Sending you away back then was a last resort, but didn’t it turn out well? Aren’t you living better in your new group than you ever did here?]

......

[Back to the Multitude: Chu Nan, I know you’re mad at me, but have you forgotten? Who saved you in your darkest hour? Who helped you fend off Lin Hao time and again? We were once as close as brothers—how did we end up like this? Or have you forgotten your old comrades now that you’ve moved up in the world?]

This time, after two and a half minutes of silence, Xiao Chunan finally replied.

[The Fallen Prodigy (Xiao Chunan): Close as brothers? Hah! Let’s not even talk about how you used me. When I took on missions, you not only took the admin’s 50% cut but also skimmed another 50% as a ‘processing fee.’ That’s how you treat a brother? Brother my ss!]

[The Fallen Prodigy: But I should thank you. Because of you, I joined a much better group. Everyone here is talented, speaks beautifully, and even backstabs you openly! The admin’s got real vision—no commission cuts on missions, just full benefits!]

[Unlike your group, where everyone schemes worse than in a cutthroat corporate office from our past lives. If we hadn’t transmigrated, a black-hearted boss like you would’ve ended up hanging from a lamppost!]

Mu Chen stayed silent for a moment, offering no rebuttal.

Wasn’t this how things were everywhere?

If admins didn’t take a cut from members, how else were they supposed to grow stronger on just the 50% system commission?

And his rates weren’t even high! Stop spreading nonsense! Being an admin was tough—compared to other groups, his cuts were already low. Maybe they should reflect on themselves—had their cultivation improved over the years? Had they been grinding missions hard enough?

Still, at least he got a reply. That was progress.

Mu Chen swallowed his pride and sent another message.

[Back to the Multitude: Chu Nan, has your group been up to anything big lately? You know your admin and I share the same world—he’s been acting strange recently.]

[The Fallen Prodigy: No comment. And one more thing—don’t message me again. I wouldn’t want my admin to misunderstand.]

[Back to the Multitude: Wait, I did save your life. Can’t you even do this one small thing for me?]

[Back to the Multitude: Chu Nan, Chu Nan, why aren’t you marking it as read? Did you mute me?]

[Back to the Multitude: No, Chu Nan!!!]

"Dammit!!!"

Mu Chen was fuming. Not only did he fail to get any intel, but he also got chewed out for nothing. The frustration was unbearable.

At the same time, Xiao Chunan felt refreshed after enabling mute mode.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to block his former admin outright—he just didn’t have the permissions to blacklist someone of that rank.

But muting was satisfying enough. At least the constant notifications wouldn’t ruin his mood.

Right now, he was following the admin’s orders, using his clan’s Emperor-grade spiritual treasure as bait!

This was like dancing on the edge of a blade. Until the admin gave the signal, he couldn’t risk exposing the trap. No distractions allowed!

Our admin acting strange? As if I wouldn’t know!

Hell, he’d just sent out a reward red envelope in the group chat!

Wait...

Come to think of it, Mu Chen had privately messaged him, probing for info and even badmouthing the admin...

Should he report this?

Hold on—

No way he only messaged me! There were two other old-timers in the group!

If I don’t report this first, someone else will take the credit!

With that thought, Xiao Chunan immediately pulled up the group chat interface.

But alas, he was too late.

A mind burdened with work could never spin as fast as one focused solely on cultivation.

[Transmigrators’ Chat Group #108]

[I Hate Cilantro: Admin! Admin! The Group 98 admin just DMed me! He was fishing for classified intel and even said you’ve been acting weird lately—he thinks you might be on death’s door!]

Xiao Chunan: "......"

Zhao Gao: "......"

Damn. You really know how to exaggerate things for maximum impact!

...... (This is a fancy divider line) ......

This morning, I took a hit from a sealing divine technique—nearly short-circuited my brain. Thankfully, I refined the forbidden energy in time to avoid disaster.

Lastly, group member [I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice] has renamed to Fang Zheng. Take note. If you see the old name still in use, @ me immediately so I can refine them into nothingness!