I Might Be A Fake Cultivator - Chapter 1791
Chapter 1791: Fake Daoist Priest Little An Is Active
An Lin looked at the map to find that there were already several hundred cracks annotated upon it.
There were also about a dozen or so large cracks that could allow access to Soul Piercing Stage Heavenly Humans.
Most importantly, these cracks could not be forcefully closed, so armies had to be deployed to guard each and every one of them.
“There are so many… And they’re only continuing to increase in numbers…” Ne Zha wore a grave expression as he inspected the map. “We might not have enough cultivators on hand.”
“There’s no need to worry about that.” A slightly smug expression appeared on Chen Jingguo’s face. “Human technology has advanced to the stage that our weapons are powerful enough to allow soldiers to fight Heavenly Human Tribe cultivators. In fact, the main forces keeping the Heavenly Human Tribe invaders at bay are armies from the three alliances.”
“Really?” Ne Zha was a little surprised.
“Of course. Technology is power. Cultivators are very powerful, but there is a limit to their power and numbers. However, technology can benefit the masses and create a massive army. Taking the current situation as an example, our armies comprise the main forces that keep the Heavenly Human Tribe at bay,” Chen Jingguo explained.
An Mingchuan nodded in agreement with this sentiment.
An Lin chuckled with an intrigued expression. “How interesting. I’m really curious to see just how far human technology has developed.”
“Hehe, before that, don’t you want to say hello to your old friends in the WeChat group?” Tian Lingling asked with a smile.
“It has been over a hundred years, and WeChat still exists?” An Lin was shocked.
“Hahaha, of course! WeChat is immortal! WeChat is no longer the same as it once was. One thousand and sixty-eight updates have been brought out since you were last on Earth!” Tian Lingling tossed a blue watch to An Lin as she spoke.
“This is for you. I’ve already set up an account for you, and you can use this ‘Starputer’ to access the Internet.
“Aside from that, it possesses functions such as observing your vital signs, administering emergency treatment, spatial scouting, hologram projection, super calculation, and autonomous life replacement. It is the highest level and most limited edition Starputer, and it’s very expensive, so make sure to look after it!” Tian Lingling cautioned.
“Oh… This little thing has that many functions?” An Lin put on the Starputer watch with an intrigued expression.
Only now did he notice that An Mingchuan, Chen Jingguo, and Sun Luoqiu all wore similar watches like his. It appeared that these watches had taken the place of phones in human civilization.
Sun Luoqiu wore an expression of envy. At her current rank, she wouldn’t even be able to afford An Lin’s limited edition Starputer even if she worked for another ten years, but Tian Lingling gave one to him for free. Of course, Tian Lingling was acting quite nonchalant about it, but her heart was throbbing with pain.
The Hua currency was becoming more and more important nowadays, and one could purchase many technological gadgets that even cultivators yearned for with sufficient Hua currency. It was exactly because of this that Hua currency was quite difficult to earn now. This limited edition Starputer watch cost her a third of her savings, and she was using a lower-level one herself.
An Lin put on the watch, and a string of information flowed into his mind, instantly telling him how to use the Starputer.
“How interesting. It can even transmit information directly into my mind.”
An Lin nodded with approval.
“This is the signature technology of limited edition Starputers and is not available on normal Starputers…” Sun Luoqiu spoke with a slightly envious expression.
An Lin flipped his wrist, and a rectangular screen materialized from particles of light appeared directly above the watch. He pressed two fingers to the screen and was able to adjust its position, as well as its level of zoom, creating a very personalized user experience.
“Ding Dong!”
A notification arrived.
[Tian Lingling has invited “Fake Daoist Priest Little An” to join the “All Cultivators of the World Unite Together To Protect Earth” group.]
A very simplistic yet refined interface appeared on the screen of light.
Messages were flashing one after the other on the interface.
Springing Dragon Scholar: “My arm has been dismembered by a Heavenly Human, and I’m in desperate need of an immortal adept in the art of healing.”
Genetic Ghost King: “I can do that. I’ll be waiting for you at the American Genetic Alliance Headquarters.”
A hint of surprise appeared in An Lin’s eyes. There were foreigners in the group as well. Did that mean that cultivation has been globalized?
Light Particle Bomb Fairy: “Sigh, what another dreary day.”
The Savior: “Be more optimistic, Sister Light Particle Bomb, didn’t you just obtain a low-rank spirit tool? Why are you so dejected now?”
The Light Particle Bomb Fairy sent a photo of a Heavenly Human with their assh*le punctured by a spirit tool followed by a weeping emoji. “My spirit tool has been soiled, and I can’t help but feel like it smells weird even though I’ve cleaned it over and over again.”
The Savior: “…”
Atomic Bomb Fairy chortled with glee. “That’s what you get for fighting in that manner.”
Light Particle Bomb Fairy: “Waah… I want to sell my spirit tool, who wants it?”
The Savior: “I can’t afford that. Goodbye.”
Crack Shot Clairvoyant: “Can’t afford +1.”
Green River Sword Immortal: “+1.”
…
A faint smile appeared on An Lin’s face as he looked at these familiar and unfamiliar names.
This group was still the same old group.
As for the notification that he had joined the group, it had been inundated by a flood of messages, so almost no one noticed it.
Dongfang Xue: “I’m holding a concert tonight at the Hu City.”
A photo then appeared in the group chat.
This was a photo of a beautiful woman in a flowing white dress standing atop a stage with a backdrop of a dazzling night sky.
The Savior: “I’ll be sure to attend Ms. Dongfang Xue’s concert!”
Green River Sword Immortal: “Me too! I love Dongfang Xue!”
Bei Han the Enlightened: “+1!”
Golden Jade: “Are there still tickets left?”
A bunch of submarines immediately emerged from their hiding spots following Dongfang Xue’s announcements.
Dongfang Xue: “All fellow cultivators in this group who want to attend my concert will get the best tickets.”
An Lin was quite intrigued and tapped on the photo Dongfang Xue had just posted.
The scenes before his eyes instantly transformed as an exquisitely beautiful woman with a backdrop of a starry night sky appeared right before his eyes.
“Is this the hologram projection function? It’s so realistic; I feel like I’m right there with her…”
An Lin tried to lay a hand on the woman in front of him, only for his fingers to pass through her body.
“Haha, do you want to attend Big Sister Dongfang’s concert? Her singing is only getting better and better!” Tian Lingling chuckled.
He recalled that he thoroughly enjoyed listening to Dongfang Xue sing and that her voice was very beautiful.
Before An Lin had even said anything, Tian Lingling had messaged the group.
Tian Lingling: “Big Sister Dongfang, save two tickets for myself and the Fake Daoist Priest!”
Dongfang Xue: “Sure, two tickets for Little Ling and the Fake Daoist Priest.”
Scholar Tai Bai: “Who is this Fake Daoist Priest? I recall seeing a notification for a Fake Daoist Priest Little An joining the group not too long ago, is he a new friend?”
Dongfang Xue: “Oh, Fake Daoist Priest, how familiar, he seems to be…”
All of the messages suddenly ceased in the lively group chat.
Atomic Bomb Fairy: “Holy f*ck!”
The Savior: “Holy f*ck!”
Dongfang Xue: “Holy f*ck?”
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