Chapter 689 - 689: The Great God Is Online

After putting down his phone, Zhao Yuan logged into the Cultivator Forum and his alternate QQ account.

For the past few days, countless people on the Cultivator Forum had been watching Zhao Yuan's alternate account. The moment they saw him log on, the entire Cultivator Forum erupted.

"He's online! Little Ghost is online!"

"How dare you call him Little Ghost? You should address the esteemed senior as the Wan Family's Master!"

"That's right, use a respectful title! It's the only way to show proper respect for the old senior!"

While clamoring in the Off-topic section, people were also frantically sending Zhao Yuan private messages. Among these messages, some were trying to curry favor, others wanted to become his disciple, and still others begged him to go to the "Morning Enlightenment, Evening Death" section to answer their questions.

In just a moment, hundreds of private messages flooded into Zhao Yuan's inbox.

Zhao Yuan also spotted the big red 'N' symbol over his inbox.

"Just like what happened on the school forum," Zhao Yuan muttered. He opened his inbox, ignored the messages, and directly set his preferences to reject messages from strangers before clearing the entire inbox.

And just like that, the world fell silent.

The Cultivators on the forum suddenly realized they could no longer send private messages to Zhao Yuan, and they all started to panic.

"Why can't I send a private message to Senior Wan Family's Master anymore?"

"The esteemed senior set his preferences to reject messages from strangers!"

"It must be because you bastards sent too many messages and harassed him! You annoyed him, so he did this. Let me tell you, if the old senior Wan Family's Master leaves the Cultivator Forum because of your harassment, I'll cast a Curse and kill every last one of you bastards!"

"Damn! You're only blaming us, but I bet you sent messages harassing the old senior Wan Family's Master too!"

The Cultivators argued endlessly in the Off-topic section. A few hot-tempered ones even started arranging for a fight on the forum, planning to have a good old-fashioned brawl in the real world.

Although the Off-topic section had descended into chaos, the moderators had no time to manage it. All their energy was focused on contacting Zhao Yuan.

In a moderator group chat, the mods were clamoring excitedly:

"Little Ghost is online!"

"He's rejecting messages from strangers!"

"Our only choice is to add him on QQ. Well? Did you get him?"

"I sent the request, stop rushing me!"

The Chief Moderator sent another friend request to Zhao Yuan. He'd lost count of how many times he'd done this over the past two days. Unfortunately, all his previous requests had vanished without a trace. He could only hope that today, he'd finally be added as a friend.

After clearing his private messages, Zhao Yuan logged into his alternate QQ account and immediately saw the friend request notifications.

He clicked on it and saw four requests from the sellers of the Thundercloud Crystal Stone and Black Iron Golden Sand in the Rakshasa Ghost Market. Another request was marked with a line of text: "Hello, Senior. I'm the Chief Moderator of the Cultivator Forum. I hope you'll accept my request."

'What does the Chief Moderator of the Cultivator Forum want with me?' Zhao Yuan was a bit surprised, but he accepted the friend request anyway.

Seeing that he'd been added as a friend, the Chief Moderator was overjoyed. After a celebratory whoop, he quickly posted the news in the moderator group chat: "I'm in! Senior Little Ghost accepted my friend request!"

The group chat fell silent for a moment, then erupted in cheers.

"Fantastic! We finally got him!"

"That wasn't easy!"

"Suddenly, the last two days of waiting and anxiety feel totally worth it. Am I a masochist or something?"

"Chief, seize the opportunity! Hurry up and tell the Senior about our plan. If he logs off again, who knows when we'll get another chance!"

The Chief Moderator thought so too. Ignoring the ruckus from the other moderators in the group, he took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart before sending a message to Zhao Yuan.

"Senior, I'm the Chief Moderator of the Cultivator Forum and one of its founders. On behalf of the forum, I would like to invite you to become a permanent fixture here. We are willing to offer a stipend for your time."

Seeing this message, Zhao Yuan paused for a moment, then asked, "Just be a permanent fixture? Is there anything I need to do?"

The Chief Moderator replied, "There's nothing you're required to do. Of course, if you're willing, you could head over to the 'Morning Enlightenment, Evening Death' section and help answer some questions for everyone."

Zhao Yuan considered it. 'I'll be frequenting the Cultivator Forum anyway, browsing the Scripture Pavilion and Rakshasa Ghost Market sections. There's no harm in accepting this invitation, and I'd even get paid for it. It's a win-win, right?'

So he replied, "Alright, I agree. But as for answering questions in the 'Morning Enlightenment, Evening Death' section, that will depend on my mood."

"Depend on your mood? What do you mean?" the Chief Moderator asked, surprised.

Zhao Yuan answered, "You don't get it? If I'm in a good mood, I'll go answer a few questions. If I'm in a bad mood, I can't be bothered to use my brain."

'Do you have to be so damn willful?'

The Chief Moderator wanted to cry, but what could he say? They were the ones begging him, not the other way around. It was already a huge accomplishment just to keep him on the Cultivator Forum.

Still, the Chief Moderator hadn't given up completely. He quickly asked, "I don't suppose you know when you'll be in a good mood?"

"How would I know that?" Zhao Yuan shot back. "Can you predict when you'll be in a good mood?"

"Er… no." The Chief Moderator mentally slapped himself. 'Damn it all to heck, why did I ask such a stupid question? If the Senior starts to doubt my intelligence, that would be so damn embarrassing!'

The Chief Moderator decisively changed the subject. "Senior, please give us an account number for payment. Also, we'll need a shipping address. You've earned quite a few bounty rewards for answering questions in the 'Morning Enlightenment, Evening Death' section. Since no one had your address, they sent everything to the forum. Once the items arrive, we'll forward them to you."

Zhao Yuan immediately sent the Chief Moderator the address of the Ying Family's Old Mansion. At the same time, he got a bank account number for the Ying Family from Ying Ji and sent that over as well.

The Chief Moderator did a quick search and immediately realized that both the address and the bank account belonged to the Ying Family.

So he asked tentatively, "Senior, are you from the Western Shu Ying Family?"

Zhao Yuan didn't give a straight answer, replying vaguely, "Does it matter whose family I'm from?"

"Not at all, not at all." The Chief Moderator didn't dare ask any more questions, but inwardly, he was now certain that Zhao Yuan was from the Ying Family. 'And he's most likely a peerless genius they've been cultivating!'

After a bit more small talk, the Chief Moderator said, "Senior, I'll arrange for someone to ship your earned rewards right away. Also, if you plan on buying anything in the Rakshasa Ghost Market, I suggest you use the forum's escrow service."