Upon hearing her younger sister explain that she hadn’t connected her phone to the internet lately because she’d been busy with some matters, Yan Yu couldn’t help but ask curiously.
Not wanting to reveal to her sister that she’d been occupied with cultivation—striving to become a supernatural being—Yan Qi thought of the novel she’d been writing recently and replied:
“I’ve been busy writing a novel to earn some money.”
Hearing her sister’s answer, Yan Yu quickly understood why Yan Qi had been offline so much lately. With a teasing tone, she asked:
“Writing a novel? Is it one of those kinds of novels?”
“Oh, dear sister, do I look like someone who’d write that kind of novel?”
“Hmm, no, you don’t.”
“Then why even ask?” Yan Qi huffed indignantly.
“Just curious, that’s all.”
“Alright, enough of that. If you still want to chat, let’s switch to a different way of communicating.”
“Of course I still want to talk! Let’s switch to a video call right away.”
“Then I’ll hang up first. Call me back later, and I’ll answer.”
“Got it.”
With that, the two sisters ended the call and soon reconnected via a video call over the internet.
They chatted idly for over half an hour before Yan Qi, realizing she hadn’t started her cultivation for the night, took the initiative to suggest ending the call.
Having already talked for a long time, Yan Yu didn’t press further. After agreeing and saying goodbye, she hung up.
Alright, time to focus on cultivation now.
Putting down her phone and lightly patting her cheeks, Yan Qi steeled herself with that thought and prepared to climb onto her bed to meditate.
But just as she placed her foot on the bed, her phone suddenly buzzed rapidly with a series of urgent vibrations.
Huh? Someone’s messaging me?
Recognizing the sound as multiple rapid-fire notifications—meaning someone had sent her over a dozen messages in quick succession—Yan Qi instinctively frowned. She picked up her phone, ready to check who it was and promptly block them.
However, the moment she unlocked her phone and saw the sender’s name, she froze.
The person who had just bombarded her with messages wasn’t a stranger—it was Ma Fangfang, the girl she’d unexpectedly befriended the previous Wednesday due to the Serene Heart Qi Condensation Technique.
Weird. Ma Fangfang’s always been so timid when talking to me, barely daring to type more than a few words at a time. Why is she suddenly bold enough to send me over a dozen messages in one go?
Unable to make sense of it, Yan Qi wasted no time. Opening the custom chat app she’d created using her Digital Diva abilities—an app only she and select individuals could access—she saw the flood of messages Ma Fangfang had sent.
By the time she finished reading them, her face paled in shock.
“Sis Diva, my family’s been attacked by a supernatural! The Abnormal Affairs Bureau agents and my dad are hurt—please come save me and the others!”
Staring at the words on her screen, Yan Qi knew Ma Fangfang, despite her spoiled tendencies, would never dare lie to her. Realizing the severity of the situation, she immediately abandoned her cultivation plans for the night.
After locking her doors and windows and turning off the lights, she didn’t bother using a doppelgänger—instead, she transformed directly into her Digital Diva form and raced through the internet at top speed toward Ma Fangfang’s home.
…..
After the incident where Ma Hongxin had nearly lost his entire fortune due to being controlled by a supernatural, the Mo City Abnormal Affairs Bureau had assigned Gan Lin to protect Ma Hongxin and his family, ensuring they wouldn’t fall victim to rogue supernaturals.
Now, however, Gan Lin was clutching his chest, sprawled on the ground as he stared at the lecherous-looking supernatural before him—a man crackling with electricity who had effortlessly defeated him in mere moves.
“Dammit… who the hell are you?” Gan Lin gasped, disbelief in his voice.
Hearing the question, the sleazy supernatural stuffed his hands in his pockets and answered with a boastful tone:
“Who am I? I’m Thunder God, of the Sky-Shattering Sect.”
Sky-Shattering Sect? Thunder God? What kind of nonsense is this?
As a relatively new member of the Mo City Abnormal Affairs Bureau, Gan Lin had never heard of such a group.
“I don’t know what this Sky-Shattering Sect is,” he growled, “but I’m warning you—if you keep using your powers for evil, the state will throw you in prison sooner or later.”
Gan Lin’s warning only made Thunder God snort dismissively. Thanks to a stroke of luck, he’d joined the supernatural alliance known as the Sky-Shattering Sect and gained his powers from them. Now, with strength nearing the peak of a One-Star supernatural, he felt invincible.
“If all the Bureau’s agents are as weak as you,” he sneered, “then I’ll never end up in your prison.”
“Bastard… don’t get too cocky!” Gan Lin spat through gritted teeth.
Thunder God crouched down, leering at him with a smug grin.
“Oh, I am cocky. What’re you gonna do about it?”
“You—!”
Without another glance at Gan Lin, Thunder God stood and strode toward the Ma family’s lavish villa.
As he stepped inside, he glanced at the severely injured Ma Hongxin before turning to the other supernaturals from the Sky-Shattering Sect who had accompanied him today.
“Well? Has this guy agreed to be our ‘sponsor’ yet?”
“Big Brother Thunder God, he still refuses,” one of the supernaturals replied, his voice filled with reverence for the far stronger man.