Control

Wen Xu felt uneasy, yet he could not help sinking into it. To speak frankly, he truly had very little left to lose. At least before he had entered Yonglu Mountain, he had possessed nothing at all.

But now, he had gained much. He liked Yonglu Mountain, liked his master, liked Chunchou and Chen Zui. Even the others no longer seemed so irritating. And because he had acquired these additional affections, he had gained a heart that cared about loss and gain.

It was not that he felt unworthy of such treatment, but... this treatment had shot straight from the "Netherworld" to the "Immortal Realm." He suspected that, somewhere beyond sight, its value had long since been written down.

He did not need to pay for this value now, but in the near future, he would inevitably have to give even more in order to deserve this "gift of heaven and earth."

In the past, Wen Xu had never considered such questions, because he was insignificant. He was no great figure—merely the adopted son of an old scholar. No matter how clever he was, would he not still have to "sell his wares to the imperial household"?

But now, on this cultivation continent where winds and clouds converged, if he could continue cultivating and avoid falling midway, he would inevitably become a cultivator who could summon wind and rain, move mountains, and fill seas. Wen Xu could not help feeling somewhat lost.

He did not know what kind of Dao he ought to walk in order to tread steadily, in order to live up to all these "benefits" bestowed upon him.

Yet he thought about such things almost every day, and not once had he been able to give himself a precise, straightforward answer. Wen Xu knew that his heart