I am Lin Que. On the day my spiritual energy revived, I picked up a talking ring.
"You are the worst host I have ever seen."
Before I could reply, it started a group. Group members: a retired teacher who has been dead for many years and is still studying the exercises, a lizard whose head I smashed, and an uncle who collects scraps. The reason for joining the group - I picked up their things, and the ring called them to come and watch me.
I originally thought this was a social death scene. As a result, the retired teacher taught me how to channel my energy, the uncle who collected scraps taught me how to realize my intelligence, and even though the lizard could only send emojis, he was really good at fighting. There are more and more friends in the group: warriors from the Warring States Period, remnant souls of alchemists, ghost cultivators from the Qing Dynasty, swordsmen from the Tang Dynasty... Each one is more outrageous than the last, and more useful than the last.
