[Honghuang] My Phone Connects to the Modern World

I am Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun. By a stroke of luck, something miraculous fell from the sky: a phone called the Glory Fantasy Phone. A little cutie lives inside it. She can be haughty or alluring, sweet or saucy. My third brother, Tongtian, suddenly became a sage, and I was consumed with jealousy. Then this little cutie appeared, filling the emptiness in my heart. My name is Bai Lizhi, courtesy name Lihua. Why Lihua? Because of my bizarre experiences. In my dreams, I have a master who says I'm a prodigy, a demon hunter who only comes along once every ten thousand years. If I met her in real life, I'd think she was a pyramid-scheme scammer. She said we were fated to meet, then badgered me relentlessly until I inherited her secret arts. I was a materialist girl who'd worn a red scarf as a Young Pioneer leader since childhood, born and raised under the red flag. From then on, I took the point of no return on the path to hunting demons. I just couldn't accept this new identity, so, to fool everyone (myself included), I made my eccentric dream master give me a name. She was casual about it: she picked a pear blossom on a whim and named me Lihua. After hearing it so often, I nearly forgot that the name on my ID card was Bai Lizhi. Though my circumstances were bizarre, in five years as her disciple, I hadn't even seen the shadow of a demon! I started to wonder if I was delusional. Then one day, I discovered my phone could connect to the primordial world! I wondered even more if I was losing it. If I didn't have such a strong heart, I probably... Then my sect gave me an order: teleport to a foreign country and hunt a demon. I could smell it. There was a demon nearby! Chapters 15-18 can be skipped~ Recommendation: My Father and Mother Are Immortals (complete). It's even more disjointed than this one. I'm pretty shameless, recommending it even though it's badly written~ I suppose that makes me all the more determined in the face of hardship. Hahahaha! The comments are closed because the author's replies were too unhinged, bizarre, long-winded, and anxious. Thank you for sticking with me all this way. Maybe our paths will cross again. Theme: Stand on your own two feet and press forward bravely.