Lin Fan was an ordinary college freshman who was pulled into a cultivation chat group by a bunch of lunatics.
Everyone in the group was a chuunibyou:
A seventh-rank Pill King whose furnace exploded while refining pills,
A Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion who got nine out of ten divinations wrong,
The Blood River Patriarch, who had gone mad from cultivation,
And a Mad Saber who challenged people to duels every day.
Lin Fan: Fine, I'll play along.
Your pill furnace keeps exploding?
“Gradual heating, a hot-water bath. Basic high school chemistry.”
The Medicine King attained enlightenment on the spot and knelt, calling him senior.
Your divinations don't work?
“Big data analysis, sampling bias. Basic statistics.”
The Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion invented a mass divination method, and his accuracy soared.
You've gone mad from cultivation?
“Blood circulation, one-way valves. Biology class material.”
The Blood River Patriarch perfected his cultivation technique and enshrined a memorial tablet to Ancestor Lin for all eternity.
Lin Fan: Are chuunibyou really this committed to the act these days?
That was, until a rift in space opened, and he saw countless immortals flying through the air on the other side...
Lin Fan was utterly dumbfounded.
So you people
really aren't chuunibyou?!
