Chapter 62: Smuggling, Group Bug
Everyone clearly wasn't foolish. The plot had already changed, yet Zhang Chulan still insisted on holding the Luo Tian Grand Ritual.
Obviously, he had his reasons. Whether he needed help or had his own plans, it was all part of Zhang Chulan's calculations.
But the group had gotten along well so far, so no one questioned it. Instead, with the principle of helping fellow group members, they agreed to his invitation.
[Unshaken Bilian]: All right then, I'll be waiting for everyone's arrival.
[Seeker of Dao]: By the way, if we're all going there, doesn't this count as an offline meetup?
Wutong noticed everyone had agreed to Zhang Chulan's invite and suddenly thought of this.
[Dragon King Spits Water]: Now that you mention it, yeah, looks like it does.
[Moe King]: Eh? So we're really going to meet face-to-face in real life? That's kinda sudden.
Rimuru only now realized it and felt a bit excited reading the messages.
[Photo Princess]: Wonderful! I can finally meet everyone in real life.
[Photo Princess]: Oh right, can I bring Himeko and the others too? @Unshaken Bilian
[Unshaken Bilian]: Of course. Everyone's welcome to bring friends along.
Seeing March 7th's message, Zhang Chulan quickly responded.
This Luo Tian Grand Ritual wasn't just about Quanxing. After all, a single Quanxing couldn't stir up much trouble—one old master could deal with them.
Zhang Chulan invited everyone because he planned to confront Nadoutong and the nation backing them. The more people and the stronger they were, the more confidence they'd have.
(Zhang Chulan: Something as grand as world ascension is better left to the state and the old master. I just need to lie low and reap the benefits. Doing less, gaining more, and earning without effort—that's my dream.)
Wutong, being lazy himself, could more or less guess what Zhang Chulan was thinking.
[Dragon King Spits Water]: We can bring people? But how?
[Photo Princess]: Just sell a few more traversal tickets. The chat group never said they couldn't be used by others.
[Dragon King Spits Water]: That sounds super expensive though.
[Seeker of Dao]: Wait—can red envelopes in the group send living beings? If so, we could smuggle people over directly.
Wutong suddenly remembered some chat group web novels where the MC exploited bugs like that.
[Dragon King Spits Water]: Yeah! Why didn't I think of that? What if we store someone in a space that holds living creatures and try smuggling that way?
[Dragon King Spits Water]: I remember Liyue's Serenitea Pot can store people, right? And Mayor Ma's Devouring Pouch can hold unconscious ones.
[Photo Princess]: Eh? Really? I thought buying a ticket was the only way.
[Moe King]: For real? Let me try a red envelope first. I'll send over a monster and see if it works.
[Moe King]: [Lucky Red Envelope · Scorpion-Tailed Snake]
[System Notice]: Group member "Moe King" has sent a lucky red envelope. Everyone, grab it now!
[System Notice]: Group member "Seeker of Dao" successfully grabbed the lucky red envelope and became this round's Luck King.
The moment the red envelope appeared, everyone frantically started tapping.
But Wutong, a veteran red envelope snatcher with thirty years of experience in chaotic group chats, had already prepared the moment Rimuru typed "red envelope."
As the saying goes, hard work pays off. Despite the fierce competition, Wutong's preparation earned him the prize.
Only after the red envelope had been claimed did Rimuru's follow-up message appear.
[Moe King]: Anyone interested, go ahead and check if the monster's still alive.
[Moe King]: Eh!!!
[Moe King]: ???
[Moe King]: That fast? It's already gone?
[Unshaken Bilian]: It's a red envelope—if you're not fast, how can you call it snatching?
[Dragon King Spits Water]: Exactly. Speed is everything in red envelope wars. Now then, check if the monster's still alive. @Seeker of Dao
Gu Ruoli saw Zhang Chulan's message and nodded in agreement, then hurriedly urged Wutong to act.
She also hoped the chat group had a bug. That way, bringing people across worlds or requesting help would be much easier—saving not just time, but also points.
[Seeker of Dao]: Hold on, let me check.
...
After speaking, Wutong withdrew his consciousness from the chat group and opened the red envelope with his mind. The moment it opened—
A black shadow appeared instantly before him, then darted forward like black lightning, striking toward him with terrifying speed.
Wutong was startled. But the passive skill "Intuition," modified by the King of Wisdom, activated at that moment.
Before his mind could even react, his body moved on its own.
Transcendent Lightness · Dust Drift.
Wutong activated his lightness skill, turning his body into a hazy wisp of smoke. In the next instant, he reappeared, having dodged the black shadow's attack and arriving at its flank.
Eight Extremes · Sky-Piercing Fist.
He launched his punch with force and precision, aiming straight at the black shadow's head. The explosive strength surged like floodwaters, concentrated into a single blow that tore through the skull and struck the brain.
As expected, the shadow's head exploded on the spot, its body collapsing lifelessly into a headless corpse.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the rest of the body crashed to the ground. After a few twitches, it lay still.
Only after the dust settled did Wutong finally catch his breath. His heart raced with lingering fear. He realized that, from now on, he must always be prepared—never again so careless.
[Years later, after training under the founder of the Steady Cult, fellow group member "Cautious Saint" Li Changshou, Wutong would proudly claim: no matter the situation, I can always anticipate the enemy.]
Once he calmed down, Wutong turned his attention to the shadowy corpse.
Its body was shaped like a snake, about three meters long, with the thickness of a human wrist. Black scales were patterned with dark green markings.
At the shattered head, two venomous fangs each twenty centimeters long glistened like daggers. Drops of black liquid dripped from the tips, corroding the floor with foul-smelling black smoke.
Its tail resembled that of a scorpion. The curved stinger gleamed with cold light, its sharpness seemingly piercing straight into the eyes.
Wutong stabbed the menacing barb into the ground. It slid in without resistance, burying itself fully.
"That was really dangerous. If I'd been hit by the venom or the stinger, it would've been a real problem."
Even after examining the corpse of the Scorpion-Tailed Snake, Wutong still felt uneasy.
"King of Wisdom, analyze the creature—Scorpion-Tailed Snake."
Indeed, there was a reason he took such a risk. Wutong intended to dissect the creature to study its structure and extract a substance known as magic essence.
According to the story's content, this magic essence had the ability to trigger biological evolution, enhance physical traits, and strengthen mental faculties.
While the other effects were nice, the evolution ability alone made Wutong crave it intensely.
However, lacking suitable prey, analyzing biological structures had been difficult. He could only perform a detailed analysis through direct contact.
So Wutong, after giving the command, began dismantling the Scorpion-Tailed Snake for the King of Wisdom to analyze:
Its shattered head, full-length spinal bones, entire tendon, venomous fangs, snake flesh, poison sac, scorpion stinger, beast blood, and its gall bladder...
One by one, Wutong separated the parts, neatly arranged them, and stored everything in his soul tool.
[End of Chapter]
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