This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

"What the heck?"

Zhu Jun was completely stunned. He wondered if he was hallucinating due to excessive fright.

Wang Xiaoer had no time to explain. He pointed to his own profile picture, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Red background, yellow lettering, big! Bright! Full of positive energy!"

"quick!"

Although Zhu Jun had no idea what Wang Xiaoer was trying to do, his survival instinct made him give up thinking about it.

He took Wang Xiaoer's phone, his fingers flew across the keyboard, quickly found a standard promotional image online, then went into QQ profile settings, and clicked to change Wang Xiaoer's profile picture.

"confirm!"

As his fingertip fell, the glittering SVIP penguin icon disappeared.

Instead, a brand new, visually striking image was presented.

The bright red background resembles a burning flag, with several enormous gold-plated characters on it, each one seemingly glowing.

From the moment it appeared, the entire phone screen seemed to be enveloped by a righteous aura.

Even the gold border of the SVIP badge appears somewhat ostentatious in this picture.

The moment he successfully changed his profile picture, Wang Xiaoer took the opportunity to grab his phone.

He took a deep breath, letting the cool air from the air conditioner fill his lungs.

Immediately afterwards, he mobilized the pure yang energy that had been surging within his body since the ancestral worship ceremony, becoming incredibly pure and powerful.

That power was no longer an ethereal aura, but rather like molten gold, roaring like thunder through his meridians.

"go!"

Wang Xiaoer gave a low shout and placed both palms on the phone.

The boundless pure Yang energy seemed to have found an outlet, and it poured wildly into the QQ account that had just changed its profile picture!

"Buzz—!"

The phone emitted a strained buzzing sound.

In the perception of Zhang Chen, A Yue, and Zhu Jun, that small mobile phone seemed to no longer be an ordinary electronic product.

It turned into a little sun!

A blinding golden light burst forth from the screen, illuminating the entire office.

The light was intense and magnificent, carrying an undeniable and inviolable divine might.

Zhu Jun was closest to the light, and when it shone on him, he felt warm all over. The last trace of chill from the yin energy earlier vanished, and he felt indescribably comfortable.

Zhang Chen's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He was horrified to discover that the power Wang Xiaoer had injected had surpassed the scope of ordinary Taoist pure yang true qi.

It is purer, more domineering, and even... faintly carries a magnificent aura of "humanitarian destiny"!

Wang Xiaoer ignored the shock of the others.

Bathed in golden light, his expression solemn, he typed the second sentence in the chat box.

"@All members, I hereby announce that starting today, this group will launch a learning campaign to dispel feudal superstitions!"

The instant this sentence was sent.

The gleaming golden 24-character portrait perfectly blended with the powerful pure Yang energy that Wang Xiaoer infused into it.

It is similar to a catalyst in a chemical reaction.

boom!!

A spiritual bombshell exploded throughout the entire QQ group dedicated to "Approaching Pseudoscience"!

On the group chat interface, the previously static profile pictures underwent a dramatic change in an instant.

The profile picture was a black and white photograph of a "female student from the Republic of China era" with short hair and a blue cloth top. Her profile picture was the first to flash.

But that flickering light was not pain, but a kind of relief.

In the black and white photo, there seems to be a faint trace of color, and the corners of the girl's mouth seem to be slightly upturned.

The resentment and obsession she carried melted away instantly under the impact of this grand, upright, and irrefutable positive energy, like ice and snow under the sun.

The next second, her profile picture dimmed, turned completely gray, and then disappeared from the group member list.

She has been given a proper rite of passage.

Next, there was the "accountant" in the gray Zhongshan suit, and the "rickshaw puller" with a blurry face...

One by one, the ghosts with lighter resentment and less deep obsession were purified and liberated under the illumination of this "holy light".

Their avatars turned gray and disappeared one by one.

The group member list is shrinking at a visible rate.

"This...this is..." Zhu Jun stared in disbelief, stammering and unable to speak.

"Thought liberation?" Ah Yue tilted her head and gave a precise definition.

Those "old-fashioned" people who were deeply obsessed with their ideas and stubbornly minded encountered completely different fates.

The image of "Princess with the Long Braid" flickered violently, and her originally pretty face became distorted as it flickered, as if she were enduring a silent scream.

On the portrait of the "former Qing dynasty official," the official hat with peacock feathers "burned" and turned into nothingness and black smoke.

The stale, conservative, and outdated aura that clung to them was forcibly "corrected" and "purified" under the radiant light, a process filled with indescribable pain.

The worst off was the "group admin".

As the core and source of power of this network "Netherworld," it bore the brunt of the impact.

The pure black memorial tablet portrait was at the center of this power eruption, bearing the brunt of the impact.

"Snap!"

A crisp yet piercing cracking sound didn't come from the phone, but rang directly in the minds of the three people.

A clear crack appeared on the pure black memorial tablet!

The crack seemed to possess some kind of magic, causing the entire QQ group interface to flicker erratically.

Zhang Chen stared at this unbelievable scene, at the disappearing gray avatars, and then at the cracked memorial tablet.

He subconsciously touched the peach wood sword and talisman in the cloth bag beside him, and suddenly felt that something was not real.

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with doubt about the world.

"My centuries-old rituals for the salvation of souls at Longhu Mountain... seem... less effective than these twenty-four words..."

Wang Xiaoer's behavior was like slapping an entire book of Mao Zedong Thought in the face of these feudal ghosts.

Simple, straightforward, and incredibly effective!

"Click...click click..."

The cracks are increasing.

The pure black memorial tablet portrait looked like porcelain struck by a heavy hammer, with cracks spreading rapidly like a spider web.

The eerie "realm" it represents is on the verge of collapse.

Just then, another unexpected event occurred!

The red slash icon that signifies being muted suddenly disappeared next to the group owner's avatar!

It used its last bit of strength to lift the shackles on itself!

Immediately afterwards, a line of blood-red text slowly appeared in the chat box, word by word.

The words seemed to be written in blood, carrying endless resentment and incomprehension.

"Who... exactly are you?"

Before he could finish speaking...

Wang Xiaoer's phone screen suddenly went black.

The next second, a brand new interface took over the entire screen, and a shrill ringtone suddenly blasted from the phone's speaker!

That was a video call request.

In the center of the screen, the incoming caller ID displayed the image of the black memorial tablet riddled with cracks.

The ID consists of two characters: Group Owner.

The other party actually initiated a video call!

(Sorry, I can't mention those "Fu" characters that I collect every year in this chapter. It took me ages to revise it.)