I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

At the entrance of the cave.

Xu Sixing frowned, his inexplicable anxiety growing stronger.

It seems that something big is about to happen, but the secret is still elusive, which is truly torturous.

Juexin stopped chanting and gently inquired:

"Master Xu, you seem uneasy. Do you foresee some kind of impending doom?"

Xu Sixing shook his head:

"I can't really explain it, it's just...uncomfortable, like someone is calling me."

While they were speaking.

A towering figure stepped out from the void.

Everyone by the pool, regardless of whether they were human or demon, stood respectfully and bowed.

"Greetings, Benefactor Chai."

"Greetings, Senior Brother Zhenyue."

The murderous aura that could stop children from crying at night had completely dissipated from Chai Wu's body, and his eyes and brows were full of smiles:

"No need for formalities."

"The grand ceremony for the mountain god has concluded, and all the guests from all directions have departed. Through this grand event, Guanhua Gate has established a firm foothold in the Xianlu Plain."

His gaze swept over the man, the monk, and the demon present, his tone unusually gentle:

"You gentlemen have been guarding this place for the past few days. Although you haven't taken any action, you are all heroes. Thank you for your hard work."

Juexin clasped his hands together, his expression humble:

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk is ashamed. It is all thanks to Brother Zhenyue who single-handedly held up the sky. We have only enjoyed a few days of peace and quiet here and are not worthy of the word 'hard work'."

Chai Wu waved his hand, no longer bothering with formalities, and turned his gaze to Xu Sixing.

After scanning him up and down twice, seeing that his aura was harmonious and there was no longer any sign of his previous dejection, he nodded.

"good."

"His spiritual insight is restrained; it seems that Junior Brother Xu has completely overcome that life-threatening ordeal."

Xu Sixing dared not be presumptuous and bowed respectfully.

"It is all thanks to Senior Sister Qingyan's profound illusion magic that she was able to rebuild my dwelling. Otherwise, even if I had the ambition to reach the heavens, I would have long since become a lonely ghost."

It's best if you know the answer.

Chai Wu's smile deepened:

"If my junior sister comes out of seclusion and sees that you have recovered to this extent, she will surely be pleased."

Having said that, he looked up at the sky, and the imposing aura that represented the sect's pillar of strength dissipated, revealing a touch of the gentleness of a domestic man:

"Alright, my wife and kids are waiting at home, I should go back and see them too."

"If you feel stuffy on the mountain and wish to wander in the mortal realm, that is also permissible. Just remember one thing: do not display your supernatural powers and disturb mortals."

After saying that, he disappeared without a trace, leaving swiftly and decisively.

Just as I left.

The Iron-Maned Demon King, who had been hiding in the corner pretending to be dead, suddenly darted out with a "whoosh".

Now it has transformed into a burly, black-faced man, but it still can't shake its gluttonous habits.

He moved closer to Xu Sixing, eagerly shoving his dark face at him:

"Brother Xu! Take a look!"

"That day, I was protecting you, and all my muscles were practically tingling from the electric shocks! Shouldn't I make it up to you properly?"

Xu Sixing was dizzy from the sight of that huge face and pushed it away irritably.

"Alright, alright, let's go down the mountain! I'll treat you to a good meal!"

After agreeing, he subconsciously released his spiritual sense and carefully scanned the area within several miles.

How strange.

A familiar aura that had briefly appeared at the festival and resonated with his soul had vanished without a trace.

Could it really be a hallucination?

Seeing this, the Iron-Maned Demon King patted his belly and shouted:

"Hurry up and go! Don't worry, Brother Xu, I, Old Pig, have learned my lesson and will diligently cultivate the art of transformation."

"Besides not being able to use my demonic powers in battle, even if that killer were to return, he would definitely not recognize me as a demon!"

……

Anle Town.

The area is densely populated and bustling with merchants and travelers.

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked along the bustling street.

The older boy, clad in the black battle robes of the Soldier's Camp, stood tall and straight, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding a mature composure beyond his years.

Upon seeing this, all the merchants and laborers along the way treated him with utmost respect, bowing and greeting him, "Greetings, Steward Chai."

The little boy following beside him was only about five years old, with a chubby face and a robust appearance.

At this moment, he tilted his head back, gazing at his older brother with eyes full of admiration:

"Big brother! You're so impressive!"

Upon hearing this, Chai Dingwei stopped and chuckled.

He knelt down, straightened his younger brother's clothes, looked him straight in the eyes, and spoke in a gentle tone, revealing a sense of resignation and understanding:

"Ding'an, this is not about showing off."

"My elder brother has no talent. With only a three-inch spiritual root, he can only reach the third or fourth level of Qi Refining at most."

"The neighbors respect me because they respect my father and the skin on my body."

"Brother, your life is destined to be spent navigating the mundane world. As for the immortal path of flying through the heavens and escaping the earth, achieving immortality and longevity, it's simply not for you."

Young Chai Ding'an couldn't understand the desolation in those words.

All he knew was that his older brother was unhappy.

So the little guy stood on tiptoe, stretched out his chubby little hands as high as he could, and pressed them on Chai Dingwei's head.

"Don't be afraid!"

Her little face was serious and earnest.

"Then I'll practice my skills diligently from now on! I'll protect my older brother!"

"I want to be like my father, able to hold up the sky even if it falls!"

Chai Dingwei was taken aback, then reached out and pinched his younger brother's cheek:

"Alright, then I'll just wait to enjoy my good fortune. You're not allowed to complain about hardship from now on."

"Slap, slap, slap."

A burst of crisp applause suddenly rang out.

Chai Dingwei felt a chill run down his spine and instantly pulled his younger brother behind him, his left hand expertly reaching for the storage bag at his waist.

His gaze was sharp and piercing, directly targeting the source of the sound.

Three zhang ahead, under the eaves of a building at the street corner.

A middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a bright red robe leaned against a pillar in the corridor, tossing a bright yellow orange in his hand.

The Taoist peeled off a segment of orange flesh and put it in his mouth, chewing as he slowly clapped his hands.

"Good ambition."

The Taoist priest smiled as he looked at the little boy who peeked out from behind his elder brother:

A child's promise is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold.

"Little fellow, I have high hopes for you."

The voice just fell.

Chai Dingwei felt a blur before his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, the area under the eaves was completely empty, with only a half-peeled orange peel lying quietly on the ground.

It was as if everything that had just happened was nothing but a daydream.

"call--"

A surge of air caused a burly figure to appear out of thin air.

Chai Wu stood protectively in front of his two sons, his gaze sweeping around before finally settling on a pile of orange peels on the ground.

"What happened?"

Chai Dingwei quickly reported, "Father, we just encountered a Taoist priest in a red robe..."

Chai Wu didn't ask any more questions, but just stared at that void, glancing at it thoughtfully.

After a long pause, he said in a muffled voice:

"It's alright, perhaps he's just a passing expert."

"go home."

With a wave of his hand, a burst of spiritual light enveloped the three of them, and they vanished in an instant.

......

Then there's Zhu Ming.

He reconstructed the divine body, though he was sent down to the mortal realm on a mission.

But this old man is just someone who can't stand being alone.

I originally intended to head straight to Qinglu Mountain to visit Xu Sixing and reminisce.

On second thought...

Having been reborn, I haven't even had a chance to properly savor the flavors of this mortal world. Why am I in such a hurry to recognize my relatives?

Why not enjoy yourself for a while first?

So, this newly appointed priest wandered around and soon arrived at Anle Town at the foot of Guanhua Gate.

As dusk settles, the night deepens.

Inside a tall building called "Liuyun Pavilion," music and dance filled the air, and the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

Zhu Ming occupied a private seat by the window on the second floor, sipping fine Yunwu Ling tea while listening to the soft Wu dialect spoken on stage.

"Tsk tsk, it's the warmth of everyday life that truly nourishes people."

I was listening intently.

A familiar voice, one that felt incredibly comforting, came from the stairwell:

"Master Juexin, you've become attached to appearances."

"The Buddha said it cannot be spoken, but opera is also the voice of all beings. How can listening to opera not be considered spiritual practice? This is called...cultivating one's character!"

Zhu Ming almost spat out the tea in his mouth.

Okay.

It's like someone handing you a pillow when you're sleepy.

I turned my head and looked.

Xu Sixing, dressed in a flamboyant scholar's attire, was seen dragging a bald monk with a miserable expression inside.

A burly man with a dark face was standing next to him, his eyes darting around towards the roast chicken on another table.

Zhu Ming was amused.

He didn't dodge, just watched with a smile.

Xu Sixing had sharp eyes and noticed someone watching him as soon as he went upstairs. He looked up and saw that someone was watching him.

Eyes facing each other.

Xu Sixing's heart skipped a beat.

This Taoist priest in red robes... he looks so kind!

Especially his eyes, they looked exactly like that old ghost who had been living in his mind for years.

Didn't wait for him to think about it.

The music in the hall suddenly stopped.

A stunningly beautiful courtesan, dressed in white with a light veil covering her face, emerged carrying a zither and gracefully walked to the front of the stage.

She looked around, her voice like pearls falling onto a jade plate:

"On such a fine day and with such beautiful scenery, I'd like to join in the fun."

"Simply playing the zither would be rather dull."

"I have a jar of aged 'Drunken Immortal Wine' here, and I wish to play the 'Flying Flower Game' with my friends."

"Gentlemen, regardless of whether it's poetry, lyrics, or songs, as long as the word 'flower' appears in the sentence..."

"The ultimate victor, I would like to invite you to my boudoir to share this cup, and I will even play a solo piece for you. What do you say?"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Xu Sixing had always loved to show off, especially since he wanted to take the monks "into the world to cultivate themselves."

He immediately flicked his folding fan and said loudly:

"I, Xu, am not particularly talented, but I wish to offer my humble opinion as a starting point for further discussion!"

Seeing this, Zhu Ming also became interested, stroked his beard, and stood up:

"This humble Taoist priest is also a lover of flowers, so I've come to join in the fun!"

Then I heard the beaded curtain rustling on the other side.

A handsome young man, holding a jade fan and wearing a purple-gold crown, strolled out slowly.

With a face as fair as jade and an air of elegance and nobility.

Even in the brothels and theaters, he could not hide the innate air of nobility that he was born with.

He gently shook his folding fan and smiled calmly:

"Such an elegant affair, I, Situ Mu, would also like to have a share."

The show is about to begin.

"flower!"

Xu Sixing stepped forward and immediately recited: "A hall full of flowers intoxicates three thousand guests; a single sword's frost chills fourteen provinces!"

"Good poem! But it's a bit too aggressive."

Zhu Ming slowly continued: "The apricot blossom rain threatens to dampen my clothes, the willow breeze is gentle on my face."

"It's gone soft, it's gone soft."

Situ Mu spun his folding fan open with a "whoosh": "When autumn comes on the ninth day of the ninth month, my flowers will bloom and all others will wither!"

Hey!

At this moment, the entire Flowing Cloud Pavilion fell silent.

What a boastful tone!

Xu Sixing raised an eyebrow, ready to fight again.

But the voice of the red-robed Taoist kept echoing in his mind.

They look so alike...

But before he could figure it out...

The courtesan on stage spoke out helplessly:

"The three gentlemen are all highly talented in literature; it will be difficult to determine a winner in this poetry contest even after a whole night."

She hesitated for a moment, her face blooming like a peach blossom:

"Since it's fate, why don't you three gentlemen come into my room, have a drink, and listen to a piece of music together?"

The three looked at each other.

There is a deep meaning in their eyes.

"Very good."

"good."

"Can."

The three walked side by side.

Arriving at the door.

Xu Sixing finally couldn't help but glance at the red-robed Taoist again.

Zhu Mingchong winked slyly.

As Situ Mu passed by Xu Sixing, he lightly waved his folding fan, revealing two lines of calligraphy on its surface:

Under heaven, all land belongs to the emperor.

Xu Sixing's eyelids twitched violently.

What a boastful tone!

Each of the three had their own thoughts as they stepped into the boudoir.

......

Rental housing.

"They really are a handful."

Qingyuan rubbed his temples and looked at the three oddballs sitting at a table on the screen.

One of them was a henchman they had already chosen.

One is a ghost or deity who has been resurrected through possession of another's body.

The last one...

"Beep beep beep!"

The system alarms were making his head ache.

The golden light emanating from [Situ Mu]'s head almost caused the monitor to explode.

Qingyuan quickly opened the document.

Upon seeing this, he gasped in shock.

Name: Situ Mu

Age: 28

[Identity: Ninth Prince of the Liao Dynasty, Immortal Deer Plain]

[Spiritual Root: Nine Inches]

[Cultivation Level: Mid-Foundation Establishment (Pseudo-National Fortune Suppression)]

[Cultivation Technique: Fifth-Rank Ancient Method "The Scripture of the Return of the Nation to Heaven" (Cultivation by borrowing the imperial dynasty's fortune, acting as a shepherd for the people)...]

[Destiny: Mountains and Rivers Carry Grain]

[Characteristics: Bearing the destiny of the nation, like the earth bearing all things, possessing great virtue and the ability to suppress all evil.]

Wherever it passes, the crops are bountiful, the earth's veins submit, but it must bear the weight of the people, and cannot find true freedom.

[Current Status: Undercover Visit / ???]

Qingyuan stared in disbelief, and couldn't help but utter a question that seemed to come from the depths of his soul:

"Good heavens!"

"A prince from a great nation of immortal cultivation doesn't fight for the throne at home."

"You come all the way to this godforsaken, backwater place to visit brothels?"

"What are you after?!"