王浩把脸埋在枕头里，脸贴得生疼，主要是生气。手机扔在一边，屏幕还亮着，微信群里炸开了锅，全是些他不认识的仙魔大佬在吹牛。“@王浩师弟，你那鸿蒙紫气胡了个啥，别藏着掖着啊，让大家开开眼界。”

王浩doesn't give a damn anymore. He's too angry to even bother replying. The reason? That "Hand of Dragon" he so proudly declared earlier? It turns out it wasn't as impressive as he thought. The group admin, Li Mingzhi, a figure with an aura of oppression, popped up with a message. "Some move. Not bad for a fledgeling immortal. How about you pay me a 1,000 Hunmeng ZiQi as a handicap fee?"

Wang Hao wanted to cry. He just started flying to the heavens and was about to start tasting the sweet life in the immortal world. Who would have thought he'd be cheated from the get-go? This Li Mingzhi, the group admin, looked like he was playing with fire. Every post in the group showed off incredible immortal artifacts and magical skills. One person claimed to have a peach from the Pangu tree in their hand, another mentioned a Zhenling Thunderbolt as a tile. Wang Hao felt like such a joke.