The Immortal Who Protects Shenzhou Will Eventually Become Mortal.

Even for her, it would have been difficult to win him over back then.

Now that I've strengthened myself, I'm sure I can...

"Oh?"

Mo Wang calmly pulled a metal Baseball Bat from behind his back, weighed it in his hand, and said, "That's it?"

Enraged, Li charged forward, swinging his stone axe. Suddenly, Mo Wang lunged forward—

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of metal Tackle echoed over the tribe.

"Arrogant? The strongest? You dare to call yourself the strongest in front of me?"

"What, are you going to play the ancient strongest vs. modern strongest game with me too?"

Mo Wang swung the Baseball Bat and smashed it into Li's body. Soon after, the other party's eyes rolled back.

"Brother Li!"

The other soldiers exclaimed in surprise.

Just as the group was about to step forward, Mo Wang pulled out a long spear burning with flames from his right hand and slammed it to the ground.

Instantly, a sea of fire ignited the area in front of them.

The soldiers who were about to step forward stopped in unison.

"Who else!"

Faced with Mo Wang's gaze, the men who had been so aggressive just moments before suddenly became clear-eyed.

Looking at the overwhelming flames and the blood-stained Baseball Bat.

The group immediately lowered their heads.

"Oh no! I forgot that this guy is a monster too."

Hei Jilin looked at the Jiu Li Tribe warrior lying on the ground and immediately closed her eyes.

It's ridiculous that the enemy you painstakingly created couldn't even withstand a single move from you.

Faced with Mo Wang's Baseball Bat strike to the head, the Shennong clan fell silent.

Where did the promise of persuading people with reason go?

Where is the principle of winning people over with virtue?

"Let me tell you, this baseball bat of mine has another name: Physics."

"This spear is also known as the Martial Virtue Spear."

"If you're still not satisfied, the robot behind me also has some knowledge of the truth (referring to the cannon)."

Do you have any questions now?

Facing Mo Wang's flaming spear and the menacing robot behind him.

The people of Shennong immediately and in unison shook their heads.

If that's what you mean, then of course there's no problem.

At this moment, Chi Yuan sighed and rubbed her forehead, "Mo Wang, you call this persuading people with reason?"

"Isn't the effect quite good?"

Mo Wang twirled the Baseball Bat triumphantly, saying, "Look how well they coordinate."

Chi Yuan looked at the Shennong clan members who were trembling like leaves and was speechless.

But she felt that this was completely different from what she had expected.

Anyway, this is... well, let's just pretend we didn't see it.

Although Mo Wang's actions were indeed quite rough, he pinched her roughly.

But at least it's fast enough.

Thinking about the entire Shennong, from their departure to their surrender, it didn't even take an hour. Chi Yuan felt it was utterly outrageous.

Incidentally, she was also thinking, since things had already come to this point, was it still necessary to look for something like the Water-Lung Herb and then go looking for the so-called Chiyou?

I'm afraid that if they fired a few shots, Chiyou would be gone.

"Hey, Lian Shan!"

Mo Wang grabbed the still-dazed Lian Shan and said, "I'll give you three minutes to pack your things, or I'll tear down your house as a dowry!"

Lian Shan was startled and rushed into the tent. Less than two minutes later, he burst out carrying his pack and holding a bunch of Water-Lung Herb: "I, I'm ready!"

Mo Wang nodded in satisfaction, then lifted Lian Shan onto the Thunderfire Robot like a chick. Before leaving, he waved to the Shennong Clan, saying, "Don't worry, we'll take good care of your young master!"

"Boom--"

The Thunderfire Robot soared into the air, leaving behind a chaotic mess of Shennong clan members. The white-bearded elder stammered, "This... is this a god or a bandit?"

Another elder wiped his sweat. "Could it be... bandits among the immortals?"

Hearing this, everyone became even more confused.

These days, even gods have bandits?

What should be done about the You Xiong Clan clan?

After exchanging glances, the group decided that it would be best to prepare for the possibility that their young master might not return.

From the perspective of the Shennong, the You Xiong Clan's territory was now practically a bandit's den.

Meanwhile, Hei Jilin, who was hiding in the shadows, stomped her feet in anger.

I was hoping to fix the plot properly, but now, let alone fix it, the plot has gone completely off course.

Now, things have gotten even worse; her husband has been snatched away by these people like a bandit's wife.

Can she tolerate this?

At this moment, Hei Jilin gritted her teeth, her face full of anger.

"Mo Wang, is that it! This time, I'm going to make you pay the price!"

Chapter 264 The Adepti Shenzhou will eventually become mortals.

At night, the village of the You Xiong Clan was already brightly lit and decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

The big red lanterns are already hanging outside the house.

Even the two parties involved did not expect the process to be completed so quickly.

The people arrived in the afternoon, and the wedding was decided in the evening.

If this continues, I reckon we'll be waiting to be served a banquet tomorrow.

Then, after a few months, the baby should be ready to be born.

Seeing Mo Wang already mingling with the villagers and even grilling some barbecue, Chi Yuan was slightly lost in thought.

It seemed that he had never seen such a scene since he joined the Flame-Chasing Moth.

I remember, ever since she joined the Flame-Chasing Moth, it seemed like she was constantly surrounded by war...

His companions died, he became Fusion Warrior, was elected as Thirteen Flame-Chasing Heroes, and then fought the final battle.

It hasn't even been a few years, and I've gone from an ordinary student to witnessing the Destruction of the world.

During that period, not only weddings, but even teammates' funerals were skipped due to lack of time.

At that time, everyone was shrouded in the shadow of the apocalypse.

Everyone suppresses their personal desires deep within their hearts.

At least among the people she knew, even Kevin and Dr. MEI, who were 100% in love, ultimately failed to have a wedding.

Only now, seeing this scene before her, did Chi Yuan finally realize that their era had been completely buried with the Honkai.

"What are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thought."

"Want some? Freshly cooked dumplings and noodles?"

Just as Chi Yuan was lost in thought, Mo Wang suddenly appeared behind her.

"Thanks."

Chi Yuan blankly accepted the food Mo Wang handed over. Looking at the steaming dumplings, noodles, and a plate of pickled vegetables, she really had no idea when this person had made all of this.

Especially its exquisite appearance; it doesn't look like food that could be made in this era.

"Try it, I made this especially for you."

Even if you become Fusion Warrior, you still need to eat properly.

"Eat well and fight well, isn't that what a soldier should do?"

"Is that so? That does make sense."

Chi Yuan felt a pang of emotion upon hearing Mo Wang's words.

It seemed to remind him of the time when he was on the battlefield, fighting against the Honkai, and couldn't get a hot meal for days.

Mo Wang Wangxin said, "Of course, that makes sense."

After all, those were the words the Honored Immortal had originally spoken to the Valkyrie in his class. It just so happened that he overheard them.

Chi Yuan took a small bite of the dumpling. The delicious broth burst in her mouth, the dough was chewy, and the filling was perfectly seasoned with a familiar aroma. She paused for a moment, then picked up a noodle and tasted it. The refreshing broth paired with the perfectly cooked noodles reminded her of a taste she had long ago in her hometown.

"The taste... is not bad."

Chi Yuan said in a low voice, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, "I didn't expect you to have such skills."

Mo Wang smiled and sat down beside her, "After all, it was made with your taste in mind, so of course it will suit your palate."

Upon hearing this, Chi Yuan looked up at him, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately just silently took another bite. Mo Wang pointed to the dish of pickled vegetables. "Try this, I made it especially for you."

Chi Yuan picked up a small piece of pickled vegetable and put it in her mouth. At first, it was intensely salty, but then the bitterness of the wild vegetable gradually emerged, and it wasn't particularly delicious. But strangely, when eaten with noodles and dumplings, the three flavors miraculously blended together, creating a nostalgic taste.

Unbeknownst to her, a tear slid into the bowl. Chi Yuan froze, raising her hand to touch her cheek, only to find her face already streaked with tears.

In a daze, she seemed to see another version of herself—dressed in flowing white, sitting alone before a small pavilion atop the mountain. The peach blossoms in the courtyard bloomed and faded, the maple leaves in the mountains turned red and fell, the years changed, but that figure remained unchanged, chewing the same pickled vegetables day after day, passing through season after season...

"What kind of pickled vegetables are these...?"

Chi Yuan's voice trembled slightly.

Looking at the distant campfire, Mo Wang whispered, "Spring No Old. It's a technique taught to me by a very good friend."

This kind of pickled vegetable is generally only found on Mount Tai Xu. It was specially made by Fu Hua on the mountain.

There are no specific vegetables used in the preparation, nor any special techniques.

It's just that Fu Hua, year after year, created this unique flavor.

Mo Wang still remembers that he happened to encounter Fu Hua making this thing on one of his occasions.

Out of curiosity, I asked her how to make it.

Although Mo Wang himself didn't think it was particularly delicious, it gave him a feeling that seemed to bring back memories of the past.

Just like the dumplings and noodles he makes.

He didn't use any rare ingredients or special techniques.

Only when Fu Hua shares the food she makes with everyone during the Lunar New Year Mo Wang appreciate the joy she feels.

In fact, Fu Hua has always been very different from the other Valkyrie in his mind.

Since he transmigrated to this world, everything from his past, including his family, has left him.

In the past, whether it was a birthday or a holiday, someone would always cook him a meal, which he didn't find particularly delicious.

But after coming into this world, those things had become incredibly luxurious in his mind.

But even in such a world, there is one person who remembers everyone's birthday and celebrates with the other Valkyrie during holidays.

Thinking of this, Mo Wang couldn't help but look at Chi Yuan, whose eyes were somewhat blank, and asked softly, "Are you feeling very lost right now? Don't you know why you, as the last of the Thirteen Flame-Chasers, have survived until now? Don't you know what the meaning of protecting this world is?"

Chi Yuan's fingers trembled slightly, and the chopsticks clinked crisply against the edge of the bowl. She pursed her lips, her profile appearing exceptionally pale in the Moonlight.