Deploy More Mobile Phones

Su Family Villa, Living Room.

"So you're saying..."

"You want the ancient sect members to get addicted to the internet?"

Su Muwan was utterly baffled. She asked uncertainly, "Is that even reasonable?"

"Will it work?"

"Is it even possible?"

A rapid-fire trio of questions.

It wasn’t that Su Muwan didn’t trust Qin Luo—but who were these people they were talking about? They were all prodigious disciples of ancient sects! For them, cultivation was the most important thing. How could they possibly neglect their training because of the internet?

Wasn’t that just nonsense?

Qin Luo chuckled lightly in response. "Naturally, some have strong self-control."

"So we don’t need everyone to fall into it. Half of them getting hooked would be enough."

"Besides, who’s to say sect prodigies—or even elders and sect leaders—won’t get addicted to the internet too?"

"After all..."

Qin Luo smirked and gave Su Muwan a meaningful once-over.

Everything was conveyed in that smile.

?

Su Muwan felt insulted.

Her face flushed red as she clenched her fists and protested, "Hey! Qin Luo, what do you mean by that?!"

"Are you saying I’m some lazy, good-for-nothing slacker who refuses to cultivate?!"

Qin Luo glanced at the potato chips and snacks on the coffee table, the cartoon playing on the TV, and Su Muwan’s shark-themed pajamas.

Please don’t try to argue with me while looking like this...

It’s not very convincing.

Tsk!

"You—!"

Seeing Qin Luo’s dubious expression, Su Muwan trembled with indignation.

Her fists clenched.

She couldn’t believe Qin Luo saw her like this!

Setting aside the fact that my current appearance isn’t exactly persuasive—

Does this really make me a slacker?!

Fine, fine!

"So what if it’s cultivation?!"

"I’ll show you!"

"Then you won’t call me lazy anymore!"

"For the next few days, Qin Luo, don’t even think about leaving!!"

Furious, Su Muwan grabbed Qin Luo by the collar.

The latter blinked in surprise. "Miss... Mmmph!"

...

...

Time passed slowly.

Three days later.

Alliance Headquarters.

Ouyang Xuan gave Qin Luo, who stood expressionless before him, a strange look. "Where have you been these past three days? You vanished for so long."

Qin Luo adjusted his collar and replied flatly, "Nothing happened."

"??"

Who asked about that?

Ouyang Xuan muttered to himself before continuing, "The signal towers at the Primordial Holy Land are set up. They’re asking us to provide another batch of phones."

"They’re willing to pay in spirit stones."

"What do you think?"

Hearing this, Qin Luo’s expression shifted slightly. He rubbed his jaw and said, "Of course we’ll provide them. But this time, we’ll send more than just phones—let’s throw in some extras."

"Like sect-sized smart TVs, gaming PCs, tablets, and motion-sensing games."

"Oh, and drinks too."

Then, after a moment’s thought, he turned to Ouyang Xuan with a grin. "Actually, let’s just build a sect supermarket there."

"Payment can be barter or modern currency."

Ouyang Xuan: "......"

An hour later.

Primordial Holy Land.

A breathtaking sight unfolded in the bustling sect plaza.

A towering, dozens-of-meters-tall mecha was hauling construction materials. Its massive mechanical frame gleamed with cold metallic luster, each movement accompanied by a deep mechanical hum.

Dozens of Primordial Holy Land disciples gathered around, their eyes alight with curiosity.

Honestly, after all their years in the Profound Heaven Realm...

These ancient cultivators had never seen anything like this before.

Qin Luo and Feng Yutian stood nearby.

The latter stared at the towering mecha in amazement. "Is this... an ancient puppet?"

Back in the Profound Heaven Realm, they had encountered remnants of ancient mechanical constructs in ruins. But something this massive—and controllable—was a first.

Qin Luo smiled and explained, "This is also one of our technological creations. You can call it... a Gundam."

"If Sect Leader Feng likes it, the Alliance would be happy to gift it to you."

Feng Yutian was moved but waved his hand in refusal. "How could I accept such generosity?"

"The Alliance has already given us phones, built modern structures for us..."

Then, clasping his hands respectfully, he asked, "Brother Qin, if there’s anything you need our help with, just say the word."

After days of observation and interaction, Feng Yutian had realized that modern society lacked much of the hostility found in the Profound Heaven Realm—instead, people were far more amicable.

For example, after creating a Douyin account, he’d checked the comments section as Su Bailian had suggested.

To his surprise, they were all filled with praise for the ancient sects.

Even the occasional provocative remarks were swiftly criticized by other netizens.

It warmed his heart.

Recalling his earlier thoughts of annexing the Alliance, he now felt nothing but shame.

How could I have been so narrow-minded?

Qin Luo shook his head. "What kind of talk is that?"

"In this era, we should stand together."

"Sect Leader Feng, don’t speak so formally next time."

"However..."

He paused, as if hesitant.

Feng Yutian urged, "Just say it, Brother Qin!"

"Alright. It’s about the alliance discussions with the other sects."

"We haven’t approached them yet, so we don’t know their stance."

"And as for modern civilization... how they perceive it..."

Before he could finish, Feng Yutian waved his hand reassuringly. "Brother Qin, don’t worry. Leave this matter to me."

Qin Luo feigned gratitude. "Is that really appropriate?"

"More than appropriate."

Feng Yutian explained, "They might not understand at first, but once they experience modern civilization, they’ll see the benefits."

Qin Luo nodded. "If Sect Leader Feng can resolve this, the Alliance will naturally provide modern technology to your sect as well."

"But..."

He lowered his voice. "I hope Sect Leader Feng won’t spread the fact that we’re offering these exclusively to the Primordial Holy Land for free."

Feng Yutian’s heart swelled with appreciation. "I understand."

Qin Luo smiled inwardly and clasped his hands. "Then I’ll leave it to you, Sect Leader Feng."

"The next batch of phones and equipment will arrive soon."

"I hope you and your sect members can fully enjoy the pleasures of modern technology."

Then, as if out of concern, he added, "Oh, and Sect Leader Feng, please remind your disciples not to neglect their cultivation because of internet addiction."

"Of course, of course."

Feng Yutian was now completely at ease.

Initially, he’d suspected the Alliance might be using modern technology to distract sect disciples from cultivation.

But Qin Luo’s sincerity—and the fact that modern people used these things too—proved otherwise.

I was just being too cynical!

Feng Yutian had already made up his mind—Su Bailian would first teach a select group of representative disciples, who would then pass on the knowledge to the rest of the sect’s members.

This way, their Tai Chu Holy Land would become the first ancient sect to fully grasp and adapt to this new era!

With this advantage, they would undoubtedly outpace all other sects in seizing opportunities.