I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 233 asks what modern resources are useful to a high-level martial arts transmigrator. I need an answer urgently.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these seven days, Bai Xuan accompanied the old lady and the beautiful mother to various tourist attractions in Japan, took sightseeing trains, and visited many lesser-known spots recommended by online content creators.

Although one can travel and see the scenery in the true cultivation world, the mindset is different.

Here, you don't have to worry about encountering danger, and there are usually not many unpleasant things to do.

Chinatsu Hanekawa accompanied her throughout the entire process.

She even gave her assistants a full two-week vacation because of this, suspending the research.

It's so liberating to fund your own research lab that you don't have to worry about the pressure from your backers, because you are their backer.

Bai Xuan also suspected that Yu Chuan Qianxia was just dabbling in this, but after asking her more closely, he found that her research was actually quite substantial, and at least its commercial prospects were not bad.

The research focuses on molecular materials and biosynthesis.

Materials science is like panning for gold with a spoon; whether you succeed or not depends entirely on luck.

If you're lucky, you might be able to push the progress by 50% in a single day; if you're unlucky, you'll be stuck at the first 1% forever.

Therefore, research is indeed important, but it's not something that can be accomplished in fifteen days.

Seven days later, he returned to his house in Bunkyo Ward.

I'm so tired from all the fun I had out, I really don't want to move this time.

At the same time, the pretty mom also received a call saying that there was a business deal to discuss.

As for Old Madam Shangguan... she could no longer be called an old lady at this point. With her hair color returning to black and the whitening effect of the face-fixing bead, her appearance was closer to that of a mature woman in her forties.

Upon meeting Sakura-hime, her body became younger, which to some extent affected Shangguan Ying's mindset.

She has come to terms with it and said she plans to go back to China to visit her husband later.

This surprised Ren Qinglan quite a bit. She didn't expect the old lady to change her mind. The two were equally stubborn.

They even exceeded expectations for tasks they hadn't initially anticipated.

This trip to Japan was quite successful.

The family conflicts have been resolved, and the trip has completely relaxed my mind and body.

But the reunion was only temporary.

Everyone has their own life and their own career to pursue.

The pretty mom is busy with her business; she can't always be a hands-off manager.

In fact, because her body has returned to its youthful state and her energy has fully recovered to its peak, she once again felt that she was capable, and even felt that she could work for another ten years or so without having to rush her son to take over.

Ren Qinglan is undoubtedly stronger now than before. She has the experience, vision, and expertise of someone in her forties, yet possesses the hormones and youthful energy of someone in her twenties.

Chinatsu Hanekawa will also return to the research institute to continue her research.

Grandma Shangguan wasn't just sitting at home doing nothing. Although she was retired, she had a part-time job at a nearby childcare center and occasionally went to a nearby orphanage to look after the children.

She was an educator in her youth, with outstanding teaching quality. She even won the first prize of the National Teaching Award. Because of her excellent teaching ethics, she taught many outstanding people. She did this job for a full twenty years until her eldest son passed away.

With the three strong women in the family going their separate ways, Bai Xuan ended up lounging on the sofa, becoming a lonely figure, staring at the static-filled TV screen, muttering, "Busy, everyone's busy, it's good to be busy."

It is clear that people really do feel empty when they are not working.

Even with three strong women supporting him, he couldn't be content to be a useless person.

Bai Xuan began to envy the old man and his biological father's mental state. How did they manage to lie down so confidently?

The women in the family are all successful in their careers, with their remarkable achievements written all over their faces. In contrast, Bai Wuwei has started three businesses, each of which failed and he barely broke even. Bai Xisha, on the other hand, lived off his wife before and after graduation, living a life of luxury as if he had never worked.

No... it seems I have absolutely no right to talk about the old man and my own father.

Because Bai Xuan himself doesn't have a job.

The thought of this fills me with a profound sense of emptiness; the feeling of gradually becoming a social outcast is simply unbearable.

Bai Xuan wasn't entirely without merit; his academic performance was quite good, and finding a job step by step wouldn't be difficult. If all else failed, he could take the civil service exam. With his test-taking skills and his good looks, securing a stable job would be easy for him.

I just don't want to be a wage earner, nor do I want to be a capitalist.

I've gotten used to being carefree.

Having accomplished so many earth-shattering feats in the other world, and with modern society so peaceful where everyone is working hard to contribute to society and diligently building, he couldn't find a suitable job for himself for a while.

What kind of profession allows one to realize lofty ideals and ambitions, while also being free and unrestrained, and only playing a role at crucial moments?

"Damn it, if there were any wronged spirits or vengeful ghosts in the world, I could at least go and perform rituals to help them pass on. But even the Xuanmen sect is so competitive!"

Holding the back of the head with both hands.

Despite possessing a wealth of skills, Bai Xuan discovered that he couldn't really accomplish anything significant.

There is no spiritual energy in this world, so supernatural powers simply cannot be applied or developed.

Science still holds absolute dominance.

He also did not want to bring spiritual energy into this world and disrupt its original trajectory of development.

The potential of science is limitless.

Think of this.

He suddenly realized that although he had always considered himself a modern person, the length of time and the span of his stay in another world were far greater than the length of time he had spent in modern society.

Humans spend their entire lives searching for their childhood.

Therefore, he spent his childhood and adolescence in the modern world. Even though he wandered in another world for a thousand years, he still regarded himself as a modern person, not as an ancient person who commanded the wind and rain in another world.

Even though he has achieved great success in the world of true cultivation, he still hopes to retain his place in modern society.

It doesn't need to be too high, nor too low.

As long as there are still people in this world who need him, as long as his family is still here.

A sense of belonging?

He gently patted his cheek.

Upon entering the courtyard, the cherry blossoms were still there, though in the final stages of their decline.

He found a comfortable position on the lawn and lay down.

The Dark Moon Gate appears.

Just as he was about to open it, he caught a glimpse of the Sumeru Ring on his hand and paused slightly.

In fact, after acquiring the Sumeru Ring, he was already able to exploit a bug to bring objects from another world to this place, and... conversely, it's the same.

Can things from the modern world also be brought over?

Currently, the situation in Youzhou, where the Northern Zhou is located, is not good.

Are there any modern products that could help on the other side?
Medical supplies?

Communication tools?

still is……

Military equipment is out of the question. First, it's unavailable, and second, even if we did get it, it might not be very useful.

Firearms are generally useless against skilled outdoor stuntmen, while explosives and landmines, which can be used to ambush people, are far more difficult to obtain than firearms.

He took out his phone, found a forum with high activity, and posted an inquiry in the 'Online Literature World' section.

"Excuse me, what do I need to prepare if I want to travel to the world of martial arts? I need an answer urgently."

No one has replied yet, let's let it sit for a while and wait for it to heat up.

Hearing the horn sound outside the courtyard, Bai Xuan touched his Sumeru Ring. It was a pity that its space was not big enough to fit a car. Otherwise, it would be a good choice to go for a drive in another world. Once on the grassland, an off-road vehicle is much more exciting than riding a horse.

Unfortunately, few of the modern things that can be brought over are directly usable. Many products rely on modern infrastructure. For example, communication equipment requires a large number of base stations to transmit signals, and even cars consume fuel and electricity.

Bai Xuan thought for a moment and figured that bringing a hundred kilograms of rice and drinking water might ensure he had enough food on his way back to Nan Chu... and he got to work.

Upon arriving at the warehouse, she selected two bags of Wuchang rice and put them into her storage ring, along with several boxes of mineral water—these were all supplies that Yu Chuan Chinatsu had stockpiled. In addition, there were various other supplies, including but not limited to canned food, vegetable packs, and so on. Even if the apocalypse were to occur, there would be enough food and clothing to last for several years.

She said that she always felt uneasy if she didn't store something in her large warehouse at home.

Bai Xuan had never been to this large warehouse before, and only after arriving did he discover that there were also collections inside.

He pushed open the door to the inside of the warehouse and found a hidden storage room... or rather, a garage.

The mansion has a garage, but it is rarely used because there is a spacious parking space next to the entrance that can fit a heavy truck. My aunt often uses the car, so she leaves it in the parking space. Unless there is a heavy snowfall, there is no need to open the garage.

After Bai Xuan entered the garage, he saw five or six cars, but none of them were new models; they were all old models from the last century.

Clearly, these are all assets of the Yukawa family from the past. These vintage cars are definitely more valuable as collectibles, and they can't be started now because their internal parts are already rusted.

But Bai Xuan noticed a motorcycle parked in the corner. Lifting the dust cover, the motorcycle looked like a modified racing-grade vehicle. It was made with high-specification craftsmanship and was probably made of aerospace-grade alloy materials. After so many years, there was no trace of rust on either the outer shell or the inside.

This car is at least thirty years old.

"I last saw this car a long time ago; it should belong to Zaizaburo." A gentle breeze carrying the sound of cherry blossoms blew past her ear, and Sakura-hime's voice rang out. She had recently made progress in her studies and had escaped her slumber.

Who is Zaisaburo?

"He must be Sakura's uncle."

“That means it’s been almost half a century.” Bai Xuan stroked the motorcycle. “It’s a bit of a pity. Such good materials and such solid workmanship, it’s just sitting here collecting dust.”

He placed his right hand on the handlebars and twisted the throttle slightly.

boom--!
A deafening roar filled the garage. The engine roared, and plumes of smoke from the exhaust pipe blasted against the walls, causing the garage windows to tremble as if a hurricane had passed through.

Bai Xuan let go of his hand, turned around and looked out the window, only to find that it hadn't moved at all, and the car hadn't even started its engine.

"Hallucination?"

He looked puzzled, then placed his palm on it again.

Once again, almost the same feeling washed over him. He heard the roar of the motorcycle engine, its heartbeat, and its indignant roar.

That is the machine spirit engraved in the metal shell, a memory originating from the depths of its soul.

"Fuck..."

Bai Xuan's eyes widened: "Has this car come to life?"

(End of this chapter)