Fated in the Mortal World

The moment Zhang Daoling heard the word "Brother Zhang," he got goosebumps. He immediately glared at him and instinctively reached for his neck, trying to lift him up.

Fortunately, Wang Xuan had reached the Ten Stages level and reacted very quickly, so they were always on guard against his bad habit of randomly grabbing people.

Old Zhang glared at him and said, "Shut up, don't shout like that."

"Brother Zhang, Patriarch, please also grant me your assistance and bestow your teachings." Wang Xuan's eyes were fervent; he truly harbored some daring thoughts.

"I gave you three supernatural powers last time!" Old Zhang said.

Wang Xuan now has to be aware of potential dangers. If he really has to take a risk, he would never complain about having too many supernatural powers.

He whispered, "Last time, wasn't that what I traded with you for the Supreme Scriptures that only Mental Illness could practice?"

Upon hearing this, the other three silently turned their heads to look at Zhang Daoling.

"If you can't speak properly, then don't speak!" Old Zhang wanted to punch him.

Fang Yuzhu spoke up, saying, "In a little while, ask Zhang Daoling for a Mirror Light Technique or a life-saving Dragon Tiger Pill. That should be enough."

"Thank you, Ancestor Zhang!" Wang Xuan immediately bowed.

Old Zhang touched the mirror with his hand, refraining from smashing it, and glanced at Fairy Fang, thinking to himself, "You guys have all arranged this for me in advance."

"Mingxue, what do you think?" Yanyan in red smiled.

The Nether Blood Sect nodded and said, "I think it's acceptable. Ancestor Zhang is incredibly powerful; if he were to bestow a technique, it would surely be an unparalleled Unique Techniques."

"Do I need your praise? The point is you!" Old Zhang glanced at him.

Then, the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor realized that all three of them were watching him, and there was no escaping it. They were also urging him to bestow the magic!

"Since that's the case, I'll bestow three beams of Immortal Divine Light upon my young friend Wang Xuan!" Mingxue gritted his teeth and gave it up. After all, Zheng Yuantian kept impersonating him, so he had temporarily chosen sides.

Under the silver moon, by the reed-filled lake, several people sat cross-legged on the lawn, carving exquisite and intricate runes—a masterpiece that could not be taken lightly.

In the Real World, there are no longer Supernatural Rule; otherwise, these runes would be able to break through Super Battleship as easily as tearing paper.

Wang Xuan felt that he was now like a Great Shaman, able to borrow external power by chanting incantations and cast forbidden spells!

Old Zhang scoffed and said, "Forbidden spells, summoning meteorites from outer space, massacring cities—forget about it. If our magic were to erupt, and if supported by the mythological order, we could easily pierce the sky and burn hordes of witch gods to death."

Wang Xuan looked inward and saw that each part of his body was a small ball of light, which were the unparalleled patterns sealed by these people. He could easily mobilize them, letting them move through his flesh and blood and resonate in his primordial spirit.

He silently sensed and pondered to himself that if he were to activate them and unleash that level of power, he might actually be able to overwhelm someone!

Now, he has various considerations: should he take the stove lid and quietly smash someone with it, or should he hold back and wait for a better opportunity?

"No, I'm getting a little carried away. That's Peerless Grade Being, and its main body can unleash its full power. I need to calm down, not act rashly, and think things through before I make a move."

Then, under the gentle moonlight, Wang Xuan went to "clean up" the enormous Peng egg, preparing to entertain the four peerless masters. There was nothing to regret; high-end ingredients are meant to be eaten.

As for raising a purebred roc, he has no such idea for the time being. At this stage, he is even being threatened and struggling to cross over, so he has no energy to raise such a bird of prey.

Besides, Fairy Fang herself said that this Peng egg has obvious defects and there is a high probability that it will not hatch.

Wang Xuan set a goal for himself: to live well and not be killed by the ruthless villain behind the scenes. In the process, he would strive to find a new path and recreate the legend.

The golden eggshell, with its mottled pattern, is extremely hard; even ordinary Supernatural Practitioner might not be able to break it. In the night, it seems to flicker with a pale golden light.

Seeing that Wang Xuan was about to take out the God Slaying Banner and crack the eggshell, Fang Yuzhu took over and quickly prepared it in the kitchen, frying, stir-frying, and cooking it, and then added some other side dishes.

Wang Xuan moved tables and chairs to the lakeside of the reeds, brought out various ingredients, and served Celestial Immortal Drunk).

The red-clad Demon Lord Yanyan looked at Fang Yuzhu the kitchen and smiled, "It's so rare to see my sister cooking herself. I haven't seen that in a long time."

"You're in for a treat! This is a delicacy made from the very fingers of several demon emperors, imbued with Auspicious Qi. Hmm, I can brag for a long time about eating food personally prepared by Fairy Fang." The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor may seem rough and rugged, but when it comes to flattery, he is incredibly eloquent and skillful.

"A roc egg, I haven't had one in 150 years. These birds of prey are becoming increasingly rare. Hmm, it tastes really good." Zhang Daoling picked up his chopsticks, put one in his mouth to taste, and golden light emanated from his mouth and nose. He looked like he was savoring the delicious flavor.

Qing Mu lives in the manor, and with such a commotion tonight, he naturally kept an eye on the mythical figures. He has now discovered that they are preparing food.

What are those things? Why are they all glowing on the plates on the table? Are they fried gold, boiled gold, or steamed gold? He was suspicious.

Then, Qing Mu quickly brought over a food cart full of various dishes, including braised dishes, marinated dishes, fresh food, fruits, and platters, along with a bunch of aged wines.

"The Golden-winged Great Peng's egg?" Qing Mu was immediately dumbfounded when he learned what was on the table.

"Have a little something to eat." Wang Xuan invited him to sit down, but Qing Mu didn't stay. Sitting with several important figures from mythology was incredibly stressful.

The Golden Peng Egg was big enough to be prepared in more than a dozen ways. Wang Xuan asked him to take away a plate of glowing food, which left Qing Mu in a daze for a long time.

"I want to save some for my master." He held it with both hands, afraid of accidentally dropping it.

"There are still some left in the kitchen, you can take them with you." Fang Yuzhu smiled and waved.

"This home scene is truly rare. Perhaps there's a sliver of a chance that my sister might fall into the mortal realm, and now she's starting to show signs of it." Demon Lord Yanyan rested her snow-white chin on her hand, not looking at the food on the table, but observing Fang Yuzhu in the kitchen with a strange expression.

"This is great! We can come here for meals more often from now on." The Nether Blood Sect Ancestor laughed, holding a wine cup. After drinking the Celestial Immortal Drunk's Wine, his body was bathed in rosy light, as if he were about to ascend again in the dead of night.

"Demon Lord, won't you stay in the mortal world? Why don't you show us your skills?" Zhang Daoling naturally dared to speak up, suggesting that Demon Lord Yanyan also cook.

"The person worthy of my cooking hasn't appeared yet." Holding a luminous cup, she sipped her Celestial Immortal Drunk.

However, when she slightly raised her eyebrows, she was not only charming, but also had the domineering presence of a demon lord. Beneath her gentle beauty lay supreme strength that looked down upon the world.

That night, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely. Wang Xuan sincerely thanked the four masters, frequently offering them toasts. During the meal, he took out the scripture left behind by the severely mentally ill patient and showed it to them.

"I'm thinking, since Ancestor Zhang practiced it without any problems and even highly recommends it, then there shouldn't be any major issues," Wang Xuan said, slurring his words. He didn't want to drink too much, but alas, that kind of liquor could knock out Transcendent Immortals.

Old Zhang's expression immediately turned hostile, and he realized that he was being used as an experiment.

In the dead of night, the red-clad demon lord ascended to heaven, her graceful figure accompanied by a shower of light. Was this her mortal body, bathed in moonlight, flying away? Wang Xuan was astonished.

"I'm leaving for now, but I'll be back soon." Her voice echoed through the sky.

Zhang Daoling and the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor also departed, first traveling on the moon, and soon after, riding on a bronze mirror, they also left the ground, appearing hazy and ethereal.

Wang Xuan sighed, "Oh, immortals, what a pity. Their one-year lifespan is coming to an end. In the future, we may never see such elegant people who can fly again in the mortal world."

He lay in bed. At this stage of his life, he shouldn't need to sleep anymore, but today he felt drunk, and his eyelids grew heavy.

He slept fully clothed, and before falling asleep, he smelled the fragrance on his clothes again. The Demon Lord Yanyan really dares to do whatever she wants. What exactly did she do?

It seems that he and Fang Yuzhu were once placed together by her and slept in the same bed.

The next day, Fang Yuzhu went to Ancheng University early in the morning and resumed her student status, integrating into the university for a short period of ten to fifteen days. She wanted to read all kinds of books from ancient and modern times, and to get through the entire history.

When immortals enter the mortal world and experience the impact of the times, whether it is Zhang Daoling, the Demon Lord, or Fang Yuzhu, they all have their own considerations.

Some have indeed accepted the harshness of reality and integrated into the world, like the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor. But others, traversing the mortal realm, remain high-spirited, accumulating strength in tranquility, preparing to soar into the heavens and bid farewell to the world!

Wang Xuan saw it clearly and sighed, "Some people want to adapt to the ups and downs of the world and live in the present. Some people want to transcend the mortal world and go far away, preferring to Vanished but still to shine in the myth, unwilling to extinguish the belief in their hearts. That pure and intense light of the Dao Heart is only temporarily dormant, waiting for the moment of breaking through the sky, either to be reborn or to be eternally silent."

Over the next few days, Wang Xuan studied the scriptures and practiced cultivation. His strength had increased too quickly recently, and he wanted to accumulate his own foundation and deepen his understanding.

He didn't recklessly smash someone; instead, he was seriously preparing to become stronger.

"All the extraordinary things in this world are almost invisible, so why fight?" Wang Xuan sometimes wondered if all of this still had any meaning.

The main problem is that some people are ambitious and want to survive the extraordinary, dark winter, but they have to build their lives on the bones of others, so they have no choice but to fight.

He has no choice but to be more "proactive" if others want to target him!

"Wang Xuan, how are things between you and Little Fang?" Wang Xuan was standing in reality, but his mind was wandering in the Supernatural Domain when his father called.

"Little Fang?" At first, Wang Xuan didn't react, then quickly corrected him, saying, "Dad, don't call her that. Sister Fang is a cultivator."

"They're calling me 'sister' already, looks like there's potential. Little Fang," Mother Wang said on the other end, sounding very happy, clearly having been watching the phone call from the side.

"She's an extraordinary person!" Wang Xuan quickly reminded her, lowering his voice. Fang Yuzhu lived next door and would come back every evening; she had already learned to drive.

"I know, I asked Qing Mu about it again. She's a fairy, isn't that even better? Son, keep it up, and marry a fairy as your wife!"

Mother Wang lowered her voice, looking even happier. She wasn't intimidated at all and actively tried to match them up, wishing she could join in and help.

"Mom, stop talking, Sister Fang might be able to hear you!" Wang Xuan thought that with Fang Yuzhu's abilities, living right next door, there was practically no secret between them.

"It's nothing to hear. Now I know everything. If you're no longer extraordinary and don't want to be an immortal, so be it. Do you want me to come and help you?" Wang Xuan's mother asked.

"No, Mom, please don't get involved. I know everything!" Wang Xuan immediately stopped her.

"What do you know? You don't even know how to seize the moment. Even immortals are human. Meeting in the mortal world is fate!" Mother Wang said, exasperated.

Next door, Fang Yuzhu was reading a book. The most beautiful women are those who are focused and quiet. She was elegant and graceful, with her long hair naturally falling to one side of her fair and pretty face. She put down her book, heard the conversation, smiled slightly, and was not angry.

Then, she heard even more radical words from Mother Wang.

"Son, wait, your father and I will come over to Ancheng right away to help you. We've decided on this daughter-in-law!" The two of them actually came over.

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