I Will Change Everyone's Fate

Sooner was good, sooner was good!

Beibei's mother had not died yet, Beibei's father had not left yet, and Beibei had not become an orphan yet.

Zhang Lexuan had not suffered the destruction of her family either. All those heartbreaking tragedies from the original story could still be prevented.

He lowered his head to look at the half-eaten chicken leg gone cold in his hand, then suddenly laughed.

"So what if I transmigrated into a useless loser? Now that I'm here, this damn plot has to change."

He returned to the bedside and sat down, casually picked up the half chicken leg again, and took a fierce bite.

"I'll start by getting a clear picture of Sea God Pavilion."

Chen Xuan sat in the room for a long time, gnawing the half chicken leg in his hand clean, even sucking out the shreds of meat caught between the bones.

It really tasted good. No wonder that old man had loved eating them so much.

He wiped his mouth, tossed the bone onto the table, and began seriously examining this body.

Once he stood up, he realized he was rather tall.

Broad-shouldered and thick-backed, with legs both sturdy and solid, he stood like half an iron tower.

He walked to the blurry bronze mirror on the wall and examined the face reflected within by the morning light.

An old face. The wrinkles were not deep, but the skin had already begun to sag.

His eye sockets were slightly sunken, his nose high and straight, his lips somewhat thick, and the stubble on his chin was half white.

His hair was streaked gray and white, hanging messily over his shoulders, yet it was thicker than he had imagined.

Not ugly. He could even vaguely tell that he must have looked rather fierce in his youth.

"Not bad." He clicked his tongue. "Way better than that haggard look from the animation."

He tried moving his shoulders. His joints cracked, but there was no soreness.

This body truly was old, but it was far from decrepit.

He closed his eyes and carefully searched through the memories in his mind.

Sea God Pavilion, Mu En, Elder Zhuang, Shrek Academy—names and faces surfaced one after another.

The memories were complete, as though the original owner had experienced everything personally.

He saw Sea God Pavilion's internal layout, saw the elders gathered around to discuss matters, and saw Mu En seated in the position of honor.

His eyes were half-closed, his expression gentle and tranquil, yet he naturally possessed an imposing authority.

He also saw Beibei's parents.

In the memories, that young man bore some resemblance to Mu En.

With the Radiant Holy Dragon bloodline and exceptional talent, he stood out among Shrek's younger generation.

His wife was gentle and dignified, already carrying a child. Whenever she strolled through the academy, she loved to hold her husband's arm, her eyes curving with laughter.

Chen Xuan opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Nine months remain."

He made a rough calculation. The woman was around nine months away from giving birth, meaning he still had nearly a year to make arrangements.

A year was enough for him to do many things.

Something suddenly occurred to him. He raised his hand, looked at his thick, clean fingers, and the corners of his lips slowly rose.

These hands now belonged to a Rank 98 Taotie Douluo.

When he had read the original story, he had always felt that Xuanzi had wasted such cultivation.

The Godly Taotie Bull martial soul was among the most powerful assault-type martial souls. It even contained a faint trace of the Dragon God's fifth son, Taotie's bloodline, naturally suppressing all dragon-type martial souls.

Yet he had been written as a background character who only knew how to eat. By the later stages, any powerful enemy could easily overpower him.

But now that he was here, this cultivation had to be put to proper use.

He sat back down by the bed and began to plan.

The first matter was protecting Beibei's family.

He had no intention of waiting until the day Beibei's mother went into labor to deal with her difficult childbirth.

Making preparations in advance was the safest approach. He needed to find an excuse to mention it to Elder Zhuang. There was no need to explain too much; with a Sea God Pavilion elder's standing behind it, Elder Zhuang would not ask questions.

Beibei's father would be even easier to handle.

As long as Chen Xuan lived, he would not let that kid take some certain-death mission.

If he dared accept one, Chen Xuan would break his legs. His seniority was there—so what if he was Mu En's grandson? Chen Xuan would still discipline him.

The second matter was Soul Tools.

At that thought, his eyes lit up.

He rose to his feet, walked to the door, and pushed it open.

The damp air from Sea God Lake rushed toward him.

Standing in the corridor, he saw several grayish-white buildings half-hidden among the shadows of the trees in the distance.

Those were Sea God Pavilion's outer structures. Beyond them lay Shrek Academy's inner academy grounds.

"The Soul Tool research department..." he murmured.

He did not intend to delay. Once he had Beibei's situation firmly under control, he would take a trip to the Soul Tool department.

Shrek lagged far behind the Sun Moon Empire in this regard. If he did not make arrangements early, they would still be beaten down twenty years later.

The third matter was the Inquisitorial Legion.

He rubbed his chin, and his stubble pricked his fingers.

"It won't be easy to change after getting used to being free muscle." He muttered, "I'll speak with Mu En later. Shrek students' lives aren't that cheap."

The fourth matter was Zhang Lexuan.

The memories in his mind told him that Zhang Lexuan was not yet called the "Inner Academy Senior Sister."

She had not entered Shrek yet, and her family had not met with disaster either.

He needed to find a suitable time to go out. Before she encountered trouble, he would take her in first, though there was no rush for that.

"Take it slowly," he told himself. "Not a single step can go wrong."

Just as he was thinking, his stomach suddenly growled.

Grrr! It was loud and deep, like thunder.

He looked down at his stomach, then at the chicken leg bone on the table, gnawed completely clean.

"...All right." He grinned. "Food first. I hear Sea God Pavilion's chicken legs are truly excellent."

He put on his elder's robe and strode outside. The morning light fell across his tall figure, dyeing his grizzled hair a pale gold.

The mist over Sea God Lake had yet to disperse in the distance, and white birds could vaguely be seen skimming across the water.

As he flew, he neatly arranged the things he needed to do in the future, one by one, in his mind.

Beibei's parents needed protection, Zhang Lexuan needed shelter, Soul Tools needed promotion, and the Inquisitorial Legion needed reform.

As for the Sun Moon Empire, once he had time to spare, he would have to meet Jing Hongchen as well.

As for the turmoil across the continent, the Holy Spirit Cult, and the Sun Moon war... those were still far away.

He had time, he had people, and he had the solid foundation of Rank 98 cultivation.

"No rush," he muttered. "I'm a Sea God Pavilion elder now. If the sky falls, it can crush Mu En first."

He laughed at his own words.

"No, that won't do. It can't crush Mu En. Mu En has to live well. The longer he lives, the more comfortable things will be for me."

He arrived at Sea God Pavilion's dining hall. Smelling the aroma of meat drifting from inside, his stomach growled again.

He pushed the door open and shouted in a booming voice:

"Someone! Bring this old man ten chicken legs! I've got a good appetite today!"

The attendants in the dining hall looked at one another, then hurriedly acknowledged the order.

Chen Xuan found a seat by the window and sat down, crossing one leg over the other as he waited for the chicken legs and looked out over Sea God Lake.

The sunlight was bright, and the mist had dispersed.

Like an enormous, crystalline blue gemstone, the lake lay quietly at the very heart of Shrek Academy.

He suddenly felt that transmigrating into Xuanzi did not seem so bad after all.

At least there would be no shortage of chicken legs.