Cultivation Chat Group Chapter 2082 - 2082 Time is running out, robbing me of my youth

Chapter 2082 - 2082 Time is running out, robbing me of my youth

2082 Time is running out, robbing me of my youth

Mama Yellow Mountain, I’m sorry.

Still, why can the seniors who are leaving comments see the nicknames I gave them?!

Aren’t they supposed to be private?!

Song Shuhang glanced at the long list of nicknames in his friend list, his heart feeling cold.

After getting through this calamity, he had to change all the nicknames of the seniors so as to avoid ending his friends.h.i.+p with them.

If all the seniors ended up on his blacklist, how were they supposed to chat?

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Demon Emperor Hezhi’s first story was quickly viewed by the members of the [Cultivation] group.

All those who were idle came and left a message, not only to take a look at this Demon Emperor who was recorded in the books of demonic sects, but also to see what their t.i.tle or nickname was.

Demon Emperor Hezhi’s wish was fulfilled, and the joy he felt was at an all-time high. However, after looking at the replies on his story, he kept on getting the feeling that something was wrong.

[Steel Friend] Doudou: “Is Shuhang still alive? Let me tell you something then. Yellow Mountain is planning to borrow Senior White’s Secret Realm of Slowness. He said that with you advancing through realms so fast, you might have burnt out your brain, so you need to close up for a while and calm yourself. If you end up dying, contact me after you resurrect.”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Senior White’s Secret Realm of Slowness was very scary. It was a place where those affected by the Thrice Reckless Disease would suffer extreme torment.

In the future, I’ll grow a tree’s worth of plum fruits to bribe Senior White and stop him from lending the secret realm to Mama Yellow Mountain, Song Shuhang thought to himself.

[Buddy] Heavenly Emperor: “Senior Song was blown up? When did that happen? In the next ten seconds, Senior Song’s head is going to blow up as well? Fellow Daoist Hezhi is amazing~”

The Heavenly Emperor liked Demon Emperor Hezhi’s story.

Doudou: “…”

The t.i.tle of the Heavenly Emperor was really amazing. It gave him a feeling of intimacy.1

[Reliable Friend] Northern River’s Loose Cultivator: “I’m sorry, but I was late. I was busy receiving a fellow daoist just now, so I was not able to reply immediately. By the way, are the t.i.tles of Doudou and the person above me reversed?”

As the always-online holy warrior of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator was usually the first one to respond.

Unfortunately, he missed the opportunity today.

However, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator was always attentive, and he discovered the problem with the Heavenly Emperor’s and Doudou’s t.i.tles at a glance.

[Buddy] Heavenly Emperor: “Senior Song, dadadada~”

[White-Skinned Soft Feather] Soft Feather: “Dadadada? What’s that supposed to mean? Anyway, when will you return my ghost spirit to me?”

[Ancestral Golden Dragon] Sister White Dragon: “Let me translate. It means, ‘Senior Song, you are dead’.”

Sister White Dragon was a professional translator, and there was no language in this world that she could not understand.

[Su Clan’s Sixteen] Sixteen: “Shuhang is busy refining the energy that is being sent his way, so it’s unlikely that he will see your messages.”

Song Shuhang, who was scrolling through the messages, blushed.

In fact, he was doing two things at once. While circulating the ❮Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Technique❯ and pouring Demon Emperor Hezhi’s energy into the ghost spirit, he was looking at the messages below the story.

Just now, he wanted to leave a comment to anger the Demon Emperor, but after seeing Sixteen’s message, he could only give up on the plan.

For the time being, he would have to pretend to be practicing seriously.

“Speaking of which, I should also move the Heavenly Emperor into the blacklist,” said Song Shuhang with a stifled heart.

However, he was surprised by his remarks.

After all, what was so heart-stifling about the Heavenly Emperor joining the blacklist?

The two of them belonged to different camps. Although they would sometimes cooperate, when they could trick the other party, neither side would be lenient.

Moreover, with the strength of the Heavenly Emperor, she was eligible to enter the Blacklist VIP list.

Demon Emperor Hezhi, the Indestructible Lord, Little Stripey (Striped Dragon Two), the Almighty Merchant, Fairy Cheng Lin, Striped Dragon Two’s son… and Mama Yellow Mountain.

The strength of the Heavenly Emperor was at about the same level as the other people in the list; they were all at the very peak of the universe.

[Beep~ Your Buddy Heavenly Emperor has remotely transferred you 1 point of energy. PS: Hehe, Senior Song, here’s your daily point of energy. Oh, and there was another thing I wanted to ask you. Is my Southern Autumn Temple in your hands, Senior Song?]

The Southern Autumn Temple was the palace of the Great Southern Emperor.

Together with the Great Northern Emperor’s Palace of Winter, the Great Western Emperor’s Palace of Summer, and the Great Eastern Emperor’s Eastern Spring Pavilion, they were known as the palaces of the four Great Emperors of the Cardinal Directions.

The Southern Autumn Temple had been unearthed by Senior White and was temporarily stored in Song Shuhang’s Inner World.

When Song Shuhang saw this message, he broke out in a cold sweat.

He remembered Senior Turtle’s evaluation of the Great Southern Emperor.

The Great Southern Emperor was always smiling and looked kind, but deep down, he was very difficult to get along with. If you opposed him, you would probably not have a single moment of peace in the future.

This was the type of person that Song Shuhang was most afraid of.

When a big shot did not even care about their reputation and took time out of their busy schedule to bully a much weaker party all day long, what could the weaker party do?

Should I say no?

Anyway, the Southern Autumn Temple has already been properly taken in by the Inner World, so I don’t have to worry about it being discovered by the Heavenly Emperor.

As long as he kept his mouth shut and said that he had never even seen the Southern Autumn Temple, the Heavenly Emperor could not do anything to him.

While he was lost in his thoughts, the Heavenly Emperor sent him another bit of energy. [There’s no need to deny it, Senior Song. In fact, shortly after the Southern Autumn Temple was taken away by you, I sensed it. Since the Southern Autumn Temple is in your hands, then I will not be polite. Dadadada~]

Dadadada?

Right, it was translated by Sister White Dragon before. It means “you are dead.”

[Beep~ The Heavenly Emperor has remotely transferred you 1 point of energy. PS: Senior Song, do you know that time is the most ruthless of all? Not only does it kill people, but it also robs them of their youth.]

“What?” Song Shuhang was confused. The topic had changed too fast. One second ago, he was being threatened. Then, one second later, they were speaking about literature.

While he was in thought, a spatial gate the size of a palm opened close to him.

Senior Divine Dragon next to him began to have a severe stomachache.

A slender finger stretched out from the spatial gate and pointed at Song Shuhang. “Time is running out, robbing me of my youth!”

This poetic name was in line with the style that cultivators had, which conformed to the theme of the group “Cultivation.”

Next, the finger retreated back into the spatial gate and disappeared.

“Sister White Dragon, was that the Heavenly Emperor?” Sixteen asked worriedly.

“Mm-hm, that was her. Don’t worry, she just came here to add a buff. She did not cast a harmful magical technique,” Sister White Dragon comforted her.

If it was a harmful magical technique, she would have blocked it.