This Thing Is Called... a Mobile Phone

“It’s quite simple.”

Qin Luo didn’t pause, smiling as he explained, “Regarding matters of opportunity, we’ve adopted a regional division system.”

Regional division?

“Regional division.”

“Our alliance, along with the local sects, will enforce a rule prohibiting forces from other regions from interfering.”

“This is to avoid large-scale conflicts arising from competition over opportunities.”

“Each region has its own system of opportunities. If outside forces are allowed to intervene, the foundation of local sects’ development will be destabilized.”

“And once that balance is broken, the consequences would be unimaginable.”

Hmm...

As Qin Luo’s words settled, everyone fell into deep thought.

These rules were highly considerate and entirely reasonable.

Most importantly, the current era was one of peace.

If the old management methods of the Xuantian Realm were still used, even greater problems might arise.

Feng Yutian pondered Qin Luo’s words for a moment before speaking slowly, “There’s some logic to this, but enforcing such an agreement will undoubtedly face immense difficulties. Can the other sects truly abide by it strictly?”

As his voice faded, Qin Luo remained silent.

Instead, Feng Chu stepped forward and replied firmly, “Sect Master, all sects participating in the alliance understand the stakes. Moreover, there are oversight and penalty mechanisms in place.”

“Any violations will result in joint sanctions from the other sects, making the losses far greater than any short-term gains.”

Feng Chu’s words naturally carried more weight with the sect members.

After all, he was one of their own!

Though some elders still harbored doubts after Feng Chu’s explanation, they gradually came to realize that the alliance might not be entirely without merit.

The clamor in the grand hall slowly quieted.

Seeing this, Qin Luo understood that the Taichu Sacred Land had agreed.

With the Taichu Sacred Land leading the way, the other sects would naturally join the alliance as well.

As for that Demonic Cultivation Sacred Land...

Heh.

Unless they were fools, they wouldn’t dare provoke conflict with the allied sects recklessly.

“Additionally.”

“To represent the alliance in welcoming you all to the modern world, I’ve prepared some small gifts.”

With the hall now silent, Qin Luo snapped his fingers lightly.

In an instant, stacks of brand-new smartphone boxes materialized across the grand hall.

Ouyang Xuan maintained a composed expression, though he couldn’t help but glance at Qin Luo with slight bewilderment.

Why had he brought so many phones?

Would these people even know how to use them?

Feng Yutian, meanwhile, eyed the strange boxes curiously. “What are these?”

“Sect Master Feng, these are among the greatest inventions of our modern society.”

Qin Luo picked up one of the devices and explained with a smile to the intrigued crowd, “This is called... a smartphone.”

A smartphone?!

The crowd was stunned—this was entirely unfamiliar to them.

One elder couldn’t resist asking, “What abilities does this ‘smartphone’ possess?”

“Can it be used to slay enemies?”

The moment he spoke, another elder nearby scoffed, “What kind of enemy can a tiny block kill? Have you lost your senses?”

“Uh... then what is it for?”

Slay enemies? Oh, it could slay you all right...

Heh.

Qin Luo smirked inwardly but outwardly maintained his composed demeanor. “Everyone, though this device is small, it contains far more than you might imagine.”

With that, he tapped the screen lightly.

Instantly, a dazzling light shot from the phone, projecting a massive, lifelike image of mountains and rivers into the air above the hall.

The vivid scenery seemed to transport everyone to another world—the intricate textures of the mountains were clear, and the roaring rivers sounded as if they were right beside them. The crowd gasped in amazement.

Qin Luo’s lips curled slightly as he continued the demonstration.

With a few more taps, melodious music filled the grand hall—sometimes stirring and grand, sometimes soft and delicate, the blend of instruments weaving together like a magnificent symphony.

Some disciples of the ancient sects looked on in awe, having never heard such wondrous harmonies before.

“But that’s not all.”

Before anyone could react, Qin Luo dialed a number.

Instantly, the bustling sights of a metropolis thousands of miles away appeared before them—cars streaming down streets, towering skyscrapers, and crowds of people moving about, all rendered in perfect clarity.

“With this, I can speak to someone on the other side of the world, witness distant scenes, and learn of events across the land.”

Qin Luo waved the phone slightly, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips.

“And there’s more.”

He tapped open another app.

A series of catchy tunes and dance videos began playing.

“A-pa-ci~ Pa-ci~”

“Three sentences to make a man spend money on me...”

“Mambo~ Wow~”

“Tips for meeting your boyfriend~”

“Yabi~ Jiong jiong jiong~~”

“Can anyone relate? Ugh...”

“I’m the shark~~ No, I’m the shark~~!”

“I started drinking at three, by five I was...”

“Do you truly understand Su Muwan? The legendary life of Su Muwan...”

The dazzling, ever-changing visuals and the deeply immersive sound held everyone's gaze as if by some strange magic.

The proud and arrogant disciples of the ancient sects had initially worn expressions of disdain, convinced that even after tens of thousands of years of development, the modern world could never compare to their venerable traditions.

They had assumed that whatever Qin Luo presented would be nothing more than trivial tricks, unworthy of their attention.

Yet now, as one mesmerizing short video after another flashed before their eyes, their expressions gradually shifted.

Though reluctance and bewilderment still lingered in their hearts, their bodies betrayed them, irresistibly drawn in.

Their gazes locked onto the luminous projections from the small device, as if they had been pulled into a bizarre, kaleidoscopic new world.

For a moment, an eerie silence fell over the grand hall.

The disciples exchanged glances, their minds reeling with shock.

They couldn’t comprehend how such a tiny object could exert such a powerful pull, leaving even these prodigies momentarily spellbound.

Click.

Qin Luo put away his phone.

The music stopped.

Almost instinctively, everyone’s eyes flickered with anticipation, as if desperate to see what would come next.

Even Feng Yutian only now seemed to snap out of his daze, his gaze fixed on the small device in Qin Luo’s hand with undisguised astonishment.

In a tone of disbelief, he asked, "This thing... is it some kind of high-grade magical artifact in your world?"

"No," Qin Luo shook his head with a faint smile. "A smartphone is the most basic item for modern people."

"Everyone has one."

The moment his words landed—

"!!!"

The entire hall erupted in shock.

Such an incredible treasure... and everyone has one?!

Was this even humanly possible?

Qin Luo continued, "I didn’t bring many phones this time, but if the Sect Leader finds them suitable, I can bring more on my next visit."

"Enough for every disciple in the sect to have one."

"Though... to have a smooth experience like mine..." He coughed lightly.

"You’ll also need to set up some signal towers."

Not just the elders—even Feng Yutian struggled to keep up. He frowned in confusion. "Signal towers?"

Qin Luo nodded. "Exactly. Simply put, if you want to use a phone, you need a signal."

Feng Yutian hesitated. "And these towers...?"

"Don’t worry, Sect Leader." Qin Luo grinned. "Our alliance will build them for the Primordial Sacred Land—free of charge."

Feng Yutian and the others exchanged glances before rising in unison, cupping their hands respectfully. "Our deepest gratitude, ally!"

Since the alliance had shown such generosity, it would be shameful to respond with anything less.

"Please, Young Friend Qin Luo, take some time to tour the Primordial Sacred Land while we prepare some gifts from our sect."

"Sect Leader Feng, is this... appropriate?"

"Appropriate? More than appropriate!"