Wang Ran was a top physicist in the modern world. After dying of old age, he somehow transmigrated into the body of a weapon refiner in a cultivation world. From then on, he pursued a path of technology in the world of cultivation, developing all kinds of baffling, miraculous magical artifacts.
“An open-air spirit-screen show at Weapon Refining Peak? I’ve got to check that out.”
Beside the projection artifact, the chubby disciple was overjoyed. He snatched it up and told the disciple who had come to hurry him along, “Go tell everyone to quiet down. It’s about to start.”
Images began flickering across the white jade. All around the audience, people swallowed nervously, then came one sharp gasp after another.
“You wicked disciples! The two of you will sweep the mountain gate steps ten times first thing tomorrow morning.”
Sect Leader Liu Qingyun sat in the place of honor, watching the departing group with a complicated look. He sighed. “These people are utterly shameless and bring disgrace upon decent society. Ah, I’d better go a little later. As sect leader, I have to maintain some dignity.”
“What? The sect leader is driving a spirit car?”
“What? A spirit car drifting?”
“Now that my Immortal-25 is ready, even a Great Golden Immortal will have to give it a wide berth.”
“The Twelve Immortal Palaces of the Daoist Sect? Sigh, I wonder if you can withstand one of my nuclear bombs.”
