From The Outcast to a Saintly Physique

The fifteenth day of the eighth month, the night of the full moon.

“I’ve told you, I’m no master. I’m just someone with a hammer... Sorry, wrong show.”

“Becoming a saint through physical cultivation, crossing the void, those are all just bragging. I’m only a tiny bit healthier than the average person.”

Zhuge Qing strokes his chin. “By the way, Li Hao, I’ve realized the space program needs talent like you!”

Ma Xianhong toys with the Three Treasures Beads. “Have you noticed? Our qi is heavily suppressed here, and our connection to our magical artifacts has weakened. But strangely, the artifacts themselves seem more powerful.”

Wang Ye looks utterly miserable. “You two are unbelievable! Master Li! Master Hao! Please, stop using your powers!”

Zhang Lingyu wears a woebegone expression. “Li Hao, hurry up and send us back! My master is still at the Celestial Master Mansion, waiting for me to look after him in his old age!”

Li Hao looks puzzled. “Weren’t you the ones who said the clouds would be thick tonight, and that it’d be great if the moon were a little brighter?”

Feng Baobao floats in midair, looking at the others floating alongside her, then stares blankly at Earth. “But we didn’t ask you to send us all the way to the moon...”

“Holy crap, this is awesome!” Zhang Chulan waves his arms around, having the time of his life. “But, Hao, let me be fair here. What kind of normal person comes to the moon for a breath of fresh air? Wait, there’s no air on the moon. Someone pass me some air!”