Chat group: Living in a fantasy world, investing in countless realms

Zhang Taixuan: "Because it would be too troublesome to go into seclusion for thousands of years at once."

Jin Chanzi: "Daojun is indeed different. If it were someone from my side, a seclusion of a thousand years would be too normal."

Su Xiaoxiao: "You're going into seclusion for so long? I'd rather not, I still need Brother Taixuan's protection!"

Hu Yifei: "Seclusion for such a long time is indeed a bit difficult for modern people."

Han Paopao: "That's a Primordial Golden Immortal! He's a big shot in all the heavens and worlds! Doesn't Daojun feel any envy?"

Ye Hei: "Then, Brother Han, are you willing?"

Han Paopao: "I'm willing. Haven't you noticed that when we were in seclusion, time in the chat group moved very slowly? Even after a thousand years of seclusion, when we came out, not much time had passed in the chat group."

Zhang Taixuan: "You can't go into seclusion even if you want to. The achievement of the Primordial Golden Immortal that I mentioned over thousands of years is accomplished with the blessing of the forty-nine worlds. Can you ask that world to fully supply you with spiritual energy?"

Han Paopao: "...I don't have that much influence!"

Su Xiaoxiao: "Speaking of which, with the full supply of spiritual energy from the forty-nine worlds, how much power can be accumulated over thousands of years?"

Hu Yifei: "That's probably an astronomical figure."

Zhang Taixuan: "It is immeasurable, in short, a great deal, which can be described as immeasurable magical power."

Su Xiaoxiao: "Terrifying."

Ye Hei: "That's normal, isn't it? A Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal is supposed to be an existence with boundless supernatural powers and immeasurable magical power. If someone only accumulated a few thousand Yuan Hui of magical power to become a Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal, then I would suspect that such a Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal is a bit weak!"

Ye Hei: "It seems that even if we wanted to go into seclusion, we wouldn't have the chance to achieve Hunyuan status in one go."

Zhang Sanfeng: "Without the blessing of the forty-nine worlds, we can only slowly accumulate our magical power."

Sun Wukong: "Daoist Lord is truly amazing. If I had known, I would have chosen the Path of Immortal Martial Arts. I chose the Path of Celestial Immortals, but this path has only progressed to the Golden Immortal realm, and there's still no way forward!"

Jin Chanzi: "Whether there's a path or not is none of your business. You're just a celestial being. It's too early to think about things beyond the Golden Immortal realm."

Sun Wukong: "Thinking about it, it's not illegal."

Eastern Jin Dynasty.

Ma family.

As a powerful family in Kuaiji, the Ma family's manor was built in an extremely luxurious manner.

Within the manor, countless servants were busy at work, with hundreds of people serving only a dozen or so members of the Ma family—a truly extravagant arrangement.

"It seems we must inform Father of this matter as soon as possible." Ma Wencai was shocked and his emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

Originally, he wanted to think about Li Shimin's words for a while.

But after witnessing the divine battle between Su Xiaoxiao and Nezha, he couldn't sit still any longer.

Hesitating even a minute about immortality is disrespectful to the pursuit of immortality.

"Somebody come!"

"Son!"

Where is Father right now?

"He's in the study."

Ma Wencai waved his hand: "You may leave."

Having ascertained his father's whereabouts, and after tidying his clothes, Ma Wencai stood up and strode towards the study.

All the servants and maids were filled with curiosity along the way.

The usually gentle and refined young master seemed rather impatient today, walking with a brisk pace.

"My son, why are you so rude today?" Father Ma was grinding ink and painting in his study when he saw Ma Wencai rushing over. He frowned and asked with displeasure.

"Father, please forgive my rudeness. But today's matter is too important, and I have to inform you as soon as possible."

Ma's father simply did not believe that Ma Wencai could have any major problems.

After all, he hasn't become an official yet; he's just studying at home. What important things could he possibly do?

"What happened? Did the sky fall down?"

"Father, what happened today is too bizarre. Let me tell you in detail, so you won't be surprised!"

Mr. Ma stopped writing, placed the pen on a pen rack, and sat down.

"Tell me, I want to hear what big thing you've encountered!"

Ma Wencai composed himself before asking, "What is Father's opinion on matters of immortals?"

"Things about immortals?" Father Ma's voice suddenly rose, his eyes turning sharp. "You've come into contact with these harmful things? I told you to cultivate your character and stay away from those people, why didn't you listen? If you ruin your reputation, how will you be able to serve as an official in the future?"

“Father, I have not had any contact with Taoists,” Ma Wencai retorted. “This matter has nothing to do with them. Their methods can only fool ordinary people, not me. I encountered a true immortal!”

“A true immortal?” Father Ma sneered. “You’ve met a true immortal? Who doesn’t claim to have met a true immortal when they encounter a sorcerer or Taoist priest?! You’re so foolish, my son. If there really are immortals, then the world would still be ruled by aristocratic families. It would have been Taoism that ruled the world long ago.”

"Father, do you see something in my hand?" Seeing that his father did not believe him, Ma Wencai had no choice but to raise his hand. Then, with a thought, ten catties of gold appeared in his palm.

Mr. Ma's eyes narrowed.

The gold appeared out of thin air without his son even moving his hand.

This is truly bizarre.

He stood up, walked closer, examined it carefully, and confirmed the authenticity of the gold.

"How did this gold appear? Could it be that Taoism truly possesses the art of turning stone into gold?"

Mr. Ma was beginning to question the meaning of life.

He was very familiar with Taoism and had been in contact with it.

After all, in this era, everyone loves to talk about metaphysics and Taoism, and only a minority of nobles have not been exposed to Taoism.

But those people didn't have any supernatural powers.

When many people get together, all they do is study some shameful bedroom arts.

He had never seen anyone who could conjure gold out of thin air, just like his own son!

"Has my son already attained supernatural powers?" Father Ma's voice trembled. "Could there truly be immortals in this world?"

Chapter 412 Cooperation? No, my Ma family is about to produce an emperor! (2/5, please subscribe)

“True immortals certainly exist.” Ma Wencai felt a surge of pride seeing his father, who had remained calm under pressure, become excited. “However, I haven’t yet cultivated any supernatural powers!”

After saying that, he explained all the details about the chat group.

Mr. Ma was deeply moved upon hearing this, and only regretted that he could not take his place.

When they heard something they were confused about, they would ask Ma Wencai to explain it in detail before they would stop.

"Foolish! With a chat group like this, why would we need to cooperate with others?" Father Ma scoffed. "Our family can do it all by ourselves. My son, the Ma family is about to produce an emperor!"

Ma Wencai suddenly realized and said, "Yes, Father, our family can become emperors and the greatest family in the world."

"No, we want to be the only aristocratic family!" Father Ma shook his head. "With absolute military power, what use are other aristocratic families?"

Seeing Ma Wencai's confusion, Ma's father snorted and explained: "When we were all aristocratic families, we naturally had to cooperate sincerely with other aristocratic families to resist the royal family; now that we are the royal family, we naturally have to eliminate the aristocratic families to prevent them from controlling the government."

“Father is right,” Ma Wencai said, accepting the advice.

Old ginger is indeed spicier; it thinks things through much more thoroughly.

"Besides that, can you tell who's in charge in that chat group?" Father Ma pondered for a few moments before asking again.

Ma Wencai pondered: "I see that the people in that chat group are very free, as if they have no constraints—however, if we're talking about who's in charge, it's probably a Daoist named Zhang Taixuan. In the mall, the cultivation techniques, immortal artifacts, and elixirs are all made by this Daoist."

"That's it!" Father Ma clapped his hands and stood up. "How come you've been studying for so many years and still can't see the key point!"

"Which god to worship first when entering a temple? This is such an important thing, how could you forget?! You were just chatting in there!"

Looking at Ma Wencai, he felt a sense of disappointment and frustration.

"Father, those people don't seem to care!" Ma Wencai said, sounding aggrieved.

Father Ma snorted coldly, then angrily flung his sleeve: "You're really going to drive your father crazy! Have you wasted all these years of studying? Did you go back to memorizing bamboo slips again?"

"If others don't care, how can we not care?"

"If the emperor can disregard the thoughts of his ministers, can the ministers not try to understand the emperor's thoughts?"

"You're a newcomer to that chat group, and you have no connection with that Daoist Master or anyone else. You're also with other students, which makes it easy to offend people. Our Ma family became a powerful clan because of the hard work and caution of our ancestors. You can't be careless or make mistakes."

"Father's words are correct."

Father Ma's face was full of anger. He sighed and said, "Don't blame me for being too strict. This concerns the lives of our whole family. Besides, even if those people don't mind, who would complain that you're being too polite?"

“Father is right.”

Ma Wencai suddenly realized.

Ma's father asked Ma Wencai to repeat the story again, inquiring about the details.

"My son, there's something I need to ask you to do. I've noticed that people in the group are quite unhappy about your marriage to Zhu Yingtai, so let's not bring it up again. We can't afford to offend them over such a small matter!"

Ma Wencai smiled helplessly: "Father, I haven't even seen that Miss Zhu's face, how could I have such thoughts? Besides, even if she were truly a beauty that could topple kingdoms, how could she compare to becoming an immortal and wielding power over the world!"

"Well said! A good man should have ambitions beyond his hometown and not be swayed by personal feelings!" Father Ma clapped his hands, his face full of approval. "Now, bring out those nine divine spells and let's try them out. If you succeed, you can focus on your cultivation. As for the matter of overthrowing the world, we're not in a hurry. Once you've mastered the cultivation, this matter will be a piece of cake."

"Yes, Father."