Yang Jian Returns to the Group
When Yang Jian first arrived on the Divine Mountains, he'd tried contacting Ye Zichen and the others through his phone, but now that he was on the Divine Mountains, he couldn't send any messages to the group.
From then on, he gave up on using his phone and sealed it away for all eternity.
Over the years, whenever he missed his old friends, he'd take his phone out of thin air and look at it. Memories of his past flooded his mind. However, he'd never tried using divine power to charge it. He knew full well that without the Internet, there was no way to send messages.
But now, Ye Zichen told him to turn it on.
He arched his brows, but didn't ask any further questions. Charging his phone was a simple matter. He silently infused it with divine power, and the phone's screen lit up.
"It's been almost a hundred years since I last used it."
As he turned it on, Yang Jian smiled at Ye Zichen. "I'm just afraid that if I turn it on, I'll miss my old friends."
Ye Zichen simply smiled in response. Yang Jian stared at his phone screen.
Until ….
Buzz.
His phone began to vibrate like crazy. Messages from the Red Packet Server kept popping up on the screen.
He froze.
He saw disbelief in his eyes. Ye Zichen chuckled and gestured for him to open the messages.
"Let's talk to our old friends."
Within the Red Packet Server.
Chatting was the group's daily task, especially after the Divine Mountains connected to the Internet. Practically every day, the immortals in the group had to listen to people on the Divine Mountains talk about their experiences there.
God of Fortune: Great Sage, when can you bring us up there to play for a few days?
Monkey King: Once I've established my footing here, I'll bring you all up.
Yue Lao: Monkey King, when will you come over and have a few drinks? Old Lord Taishang says he misses you.
Old Lord Taishang: When did I say that?
Monkey King: That old geezer misses me. He wants to refine me, doesn't he?
God of Thunder: How many years has it been? Great Sage, you're too vengeful.
Old Lord Taishang: Petty.
Monkey King: Hey, you old geezer, it seems you want me to beat you up a few more times.
Old Lord Taishang: You scared me to death.
The group members joked around, but then …..
Xiao Tianquan: Woof, woof, woof.
The group fell silent. Whether it was the immortals in the Heavenly Court or the ones on the Divine Mountain, they all gripped their phones tightly as they stared at the Howling Celestial Hound's words.
This was especially true of the Great Sage of the Northern Divine Mountain. He was currently drinking with Wei Jie and the others in a tavern within the Divine Mountain.
When he saw the message from the Celestial Hound, he was stunned. His eyes were filled with a complicated expression as he stared at the message on his phone.
"Great Sage?" Wei Jie asked suspiciously as he raised his cup of wine.
The Great Sage raised his hand, indicating that they didn't need to worry about him. Then, he put his hand down and typed out a line of words with a trembling hand.
"Why aren't they talking?"
Yang Jian, who had used Howling Celestial Dog's account to send a message, couldn't help but frown when he saw that no messages appeared on the screen for a long time.
At that moment, Ye Zichen was also lurking in the group. He was already used to the group's sudden silence.
"Maybe they're a little surprised. The Celestial Howling Dog is bound to you. If it comes out to speak, it must mean that you're going to come out too. They haven't seen each other for a hundred years, so of course they're confused."
Before he even finished speaking, the Great Sage's message appeared on the screen.
Monkey King: My son?
As soon as he sent the message, the Great Sage stared intently at his phone screen. His fiery eyes were filled with undisguisable anticipation.
Until ….
Erlang Shen: Monkey King, are you looking to die? I'm your father, and you're my son!
When Yang Jian saw the Great Sage's message, his face instantly turned green. He clenched his phone and sent the message as fast as he could.
It really is him!
The Great Sage, who was sitting at the table, suddenly laughed. His eyes glistened with tears.
He looked at the message with a smile and sent it out without any hesitation.
Monkey King: Erlang Shen, my son? You've disappeared for almost a hundred years, yet you didn't even tell your grand-grandson that you're safe? You're really too naughty.
Erlang Shen: Screw off.
Monkey King: Hey, you little brat, how can you speak to your elders like that? I haven't hit you in a hundred years, so your skin's itching again?
Erlang Shen: Hurry up and hit me, alright? I'm scared to death!
Monkey King: Coordinates!
Yue Lao: Old Yang really came back?
Peng Marshal: Old Yang, you're still alive?
God of Fortune: My god, I feel like all of our old brothers are back.
God of Thunder: Yang Jian!
Erlang Shen: Of course laozi is alive. What? Do you guys want laozi to die outside? I'm telling you, even if laozi dies, I'll definitely drag all of you down with me.
That's what Yang Jian sent, but Ye Zichen, who sat beside him, could see the smile on his face.
He's definitely very happy, right?
Everything was the same as before. He fought with the Great Sage the moment he saw him, and the people who often spoke up in the group were still there.
"Bro, what's going on?" Yang Jian looked at Ye Zichen with a silly smile. "I couldn't send a message at all when I came!"
"I brought the people who set up the network between the Heavenly Court and the Underworld over. It was only recently set up," said Ye Zichen.
Monkey King: Erlang Shen, my son, send me the coordinates!
The Great Sage didn't relent and tagged Yang Jian, saying he wanted to teach him how to respect his elders.
Yang Jian curled his lips and ignored him. He chuckled and chatted with the others in the group. The Great Sage, who'd been left out in the cold, was infuriated. Messages from Yang Jian flooded the screen.
Erlang Shen: Stop blabbering. If you keep blabbering, you'll cry.
Monkey King:?
In response to the Great Sage's questioning, Yang Jian sent a simple message.
Yang Jian: Supreme Treasure?
After sending that message, Yang Jian left the group, tossed his phone to the side, and laughed maniacally. Meanwhile, his phone buzzed and vibrated. Ye Zichen tilted his head and saw that the Great Sage had sent him a private message.
"I'm dying of laughter. Even this damned monkey has his day! I can't take it anymore. I have to celebrate. "
Yang Jian clutched his stomach and laughed maniacally. He ignored the Great Sage's message in the slightest. He wiped the tears from his eyes, then reached into the void and pulled out two bottles of iced cola, then tossed one to Ye Zichen.
As for himself, he opened a bottle and gulped it down. While drinking, he choked on his laughter because he laughed too hard.
It was as if extreme joy turned to sorrow.
After a while, Yang Jian finally stopped coughing. He panted as he placed the cola on the table.
Ye Zichen looked him up and down for a long time, then looked at the cola in his hands.
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