Chapter 3: One Pill Recipe (1/2)

Chapter 3: One Pill Recipe

The sun hung high in the sky. It was precisely noon.

Since his roommates knew that Song Shuhang had not yet recovered from his cold, they had already asked for another day of sick leave for him so that he could rest well.

“Why do I feel like my illness is getting more serious? Is it because I haven’t been exercising much lately, which led to my body’s condition worsening?” Song Shuhang wondered.

Beside him, there was a bowl of century egg porridge. His roommates had brought this for him during lunchtime.

“What a nice bunch!” Song Shuhang unhesitantly placed them in his friend zone.

After he’d slept for G.o.d knows how long, he was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back. He then raked the century egg porridge into his mouth before he switched on his computer again.

When he habitually opened the group chat software, he saw the red dot that specified the number of latest messages in the ‘Nine Provinces (1) Group’.

Song Shuhang curiously extended his hand to open the Nine Provinces (1) Group tab, wanting to see what the Xianxia aficionado chunnibyous had talked about throughout the night.

The chat logs of the early morning surfaced before his eyes.

North River’s Loose Pract.i.tioner’s questions related to the ‘newcomer’, Mad Saber Three Waves’ death-seeking ways, the interesting senior from the Spiritual b.u.t.terfly Island. There’s also Mt. Yellow’s True Monarch who had claimed he had divined that they were brought together by fate just by using a divination technique once.

As he looked at the chatlogs, the images of these few people began to fill Shuhang’s mind.

“So it’s because they added the wrong person. Like I said, I don’t even recognise this Mt. Yellow’s True Monarch.”

Judging from the chatlogs, it seems like not just anyone could freely join this group? A member’s recommendation was needed to enter.

Moreover, the age of this bunch of xianxia aficionados all didn’t seem to be young. There was even someone who had a daughter.

To add-on, from his tone, it seemed that his daughter was no longer young? Then with some calculations, perhaps he was already forty to fifty years old. Already so old but still stuck in chuuni. His daughter must have suffered a lot.

Skimming through the chat logs, Song Shuhang maintained his lurking mode, unconditionally remaining silent.

Seeing the group members act foolishly was a very interesting thing, but if he joined in, what would it then be considered as? He doesn’t act foolishly anyways.

Therefore, his plan was to just lurk, read the chat logs and get a few laughs everyday.

If there’s one day that he felt that this chat group has become boring, he would just quit Nine Provinces (1) Group.

This was how he had always thought.

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Unknowingly, ten days had already pa.s.sed.

June 1st. Sat.u.r.day, Children’s Day.

[TL: Holiday in China]

Shuhang’s roommates were all half-boarders and half day-schoolers. What that meant was that they stayed in the dorms from to Monday to Friday and went home on weekends. So whenever the weekend came, only one lonely person, him, would be left in the dorms.

Song Shuhang had already recuperated from his cold, but he was still suffering from a stuffy nose and a cough. These coughs from the cold were more troublesome to recover from. If it was not well taken care of, these coughs could last a couple of months.

As he rested on Sat.u.r.day, Shuhang slept till 8AM before waking up. Then, he went to the cafeteria and ate some lightly flavored food.

With nothing to do, he returned to the dormitory.

After opening his computer, he had already become accustomed to visiting the chat logs of the Nine Provinces (1) Group. This was now his main way of pa.s.sing the time.

Unknowingly, he had joined this group for 10 days already.

While lurking these past 10 days, he saw that the majority of the people in the group were chatting about which secret realm to intrude, and how much rewards they’ll reap. Other than that, there were also talks about where the evil ghosts and demons had appeared, and whether to tame or behead them.

They talked like all of this was real. Song Shuhang was thinking, if he were to take the contents of this chat log, polish it up a bit, then post it online as a Xianxia Novel, he could make quite a bit of money from royalties.

Within these past 10 days, Song Shuhang recognized quite a number of people from the group.

For example, the rarely seen group master, Mt. Yellow’s True Monarch.

Furthermore, the two moderators who had never appeared since he joined this group, Daluo Sect’s Rainmoon True Monarch and Seven Path’s Respected Sage.

The frequently online included ‘intelligence reporter’ North River’s Loose Pract.i.tioner, death-seeking Mad Saber Three Waves, Su Clan’s Ah Qi who wanted to fight with or without speaking, and Medicine Master whose words were as hard to come by as gold.

In addition, there was also the constantly lurking Roaming Cloud Monk Tong Xuan who only posted emoticons even when he surfaced in the chat. It was rumoured that this High Monk has been training in silent meditation. He was not only unable to speak but also even unable to type. At most, he could send an emoticon.