Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

"Sigh, there's no use thinking about it so much. I should focus on figuring out how to get the system rewards first."

Xu Pingsheng shook his head, suppressing the romantic thoughts in his mind, and sighed softly.

Currently, besides Pei Xiyue, the only 95-point target I know is Wen Lingxi, but if I want to continue to get in touch with Wen Lingxi, I must enter the Guanghan Immortal Palace.

Upon entering the Guanghan Immortal Palace, one cannot avoid the three palace masters.

With his current cultivation level, it's clearly impossible for him to sneak into the Guanghan Immortal Palace without the knowledge of a quasi-emperor and even flirt with a saintess right under their nose.

Of course, there is another way—

He directly seduced three palace masters.

That's just plain suicide!

However, if you abandon the Wen Lingxi storyline and try to find a fairy with a beauty score of over 95 elsewhere, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack; you might never meet a second one in this lifetime.

After much deliberation, Xu Pingsheng still felt that the best course of action was to first enter the Guanghan Immortal Palace openly and honestly to make a name for himself.

only……

At his age, he is well past the admission threshold for the Guanghan Immortal Palace.

What's worse is that although he is already at the early stage of the Supreme Realm, his physical body and appearance have long aged. At most, he can tidy himself up a bit in a short time, but it is impossible for him to rejuvenate.

Unless one reaches the Quasi-Emperor level and reshapes their physical body during the breakthrough, they can regain their youth.

How could an old man possibly sneak into the Moon Palace?

or--

Xu Pingsheng had a flash of inspiration and a brilliant idea popped into his head.

Go to the Moon Palace and become... a menial disciple!

"A story about an old janitor and a fairy—why does that sound so familiar?"

"Hehehe~~~"

Xu Pingsheng burst into a strange laugh on the spot.

Moreover, with Xu Fan vouching for him, he is absolutely certain that he can succeed as a menial servant!

Thinking of this, Xu Pingsheng breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, we still need to make some preparations before setting off.

Although the Heavenly Emperor Scripture and the Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger rewarded by the system are like a sudden enlightenment, you still need to practice diligently and become thoroughly familiar with them in order to master them perfectly and use them at will.

We did it right away.

Xu Pingsheng immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and entered a state of seclusion.

…………

During the period when Xu Pingsheng was in seclusion.

The Xu family has already unleashed a shocking "storm of change".

The central hall, once adorned with the ancestral motto "The highest virtue is like water, which benefits all things and does not contend," is now hosting a momentous meeting that will be recorded in the Xu family history.

Seminar on the Xu family's strategy of sustainable development and relying on their wives.

The six elders sat solemnly in the main seats, their expressions as solemn as if they were discussing the fate of the cultivation world. They overruled objections and replaced the ancestral precepts passed down for hundreds of years with eight new, elegantly written characters:

Wise men don't fall in love unless they meet a rich woman.

Elder Xu, dressed in a purple robe with his beard and hair standing on end, stood on the high platform in the hall. With a wave of his hand, spittle flew everywhere as he spoke in a passionate and impassioned tone:

"After all that talk, you must all understand by now. The family has acquired a quasi-Emperor level cultivation technique, the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique, along with a considerable amount of Saint-grade pills and top-grade spirit crystals. Where did this incredible windfall come from? Did it just appear out of nowhere?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Those sitting below are all core members of the Xu family, from elderly elders to outstanding young talents. Which one of them wasn't beaten so badly by their ancestor when they were young?

They wouldn't dare say in public that our ancestors were "gold diggers" even if they had ten lives!

Everyone lowered their heads, their lips twitching slightly, and their eyes darted away, avoiding eye contact with the elders on the platform.

There was a long silence.

Finally, a voice, barely audible, drifted from the back of the crowd, tinged with uncertainty and apprehension:

"It was obtained by our ancestors selling themselves..."

"Hmph!" Old Master Xu puffed out his beard and glared, his purple robe puffing out in anger.

"Your voices are as soft as mosquitoes, afraid the ancestors will hear? Let me tell you, this is honor! It's the glory of the family! All of you, tell me loudly where these things came from! If you don't answer clearly, you'll be punished with family discipline—each of you will be punished by copying the new ancestral precepts one hundred times!"

New ancestral precepts?

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and their eyes involuntarily drifted to the new plaque hanging on the roof of the hall.

Those eight large, flowing characters, "A wise man does not fall in love unless he meets a rich woman," were written by the most famous calligrapher in the vicinity, commissioned by the six elders overnight. The ink still carries a spiritual aura.

Thinking of the terrifying punishment in the family rules of "copying ancestral precepts until all spiritual energy is exhausted," everyone shuddered, suddenly looked up, and shouted in unison at the top of their lungs:

"This was earned by our ancestors selling themselves into servitude!!!"

The sounds were so synchronized that they nearly blew the roof off the entire hall.

Old Master Xu squinted his eyes in satisfaction, stroked his beard, and nodded. His tone instantly became earnest, even tinged with emotion:

"That's more like it! Our ancestor is almost five hundred years old, and at such an advanced age, he still hasn't gone out to sell himself. Especially since all the signs indicate that besides serving that unspeakable master, our ancestor is also secretly earning extra money on the side..."

"Ahem~~ These one hundred top-grade spirit crystals and the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique are the rewards for this part-time job!"

"Do you think it was easy for our ancestors?"

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve pocket and pretended to wipe the corner of his eye.

Immediately, some of the more sensitive members of the tribe below were moved.

The Second Elder, Xu Lao Er, immediately wiped away tears: "Our ancestor had it so hard! For the sake of our Xu family, he braved public scrutiny and endured humiliation..."

"Yeah yeah!"

The Third Elder echoed, his voice choked with emotion, "Especially a few nights ago, he was so exhausted that he fainted. If Xu Yuan hadn't found him, he probably would have... passed away."

"Waaaaah~~"

For a moment, sobs filled the hall, and many clansmen wept uncontrollably, as if they had witnessed their ancestors suffering.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Boss Xu suddenly raised his voice, spread his arms wide, and spoke in a highly persuasive tone, as if possessed by a pyramid scheme leader:

"Our ancestor shouldered everything alone, creating a safe haven for the family. Are we, his descendants, just going to stand by and watch him 'sell' everything and bear all this hardship alone?"

"cannot!!!"

The responses from the crowd echoed throughout the hall for a long time.

"Okay!" Boss Xu nodded.

"The fact that our ancestor's physique can sell so well proves what? It proves that our Xu family's excellent genes for handsome men are in high demand!"

"Simply living off a woman is shameful, but for the long-term development of the family, it's not shameful to do so appropriately; on the contrary, it's quite honorable!!"

Then, Boss Xu slapped his thigh, his eyes sweeping over everyone present with burning intensity, his tone impassioned as if he were announcing a momentous event for hope Yao:

"Then I'll ask you one last question: if our ancestors could sell, could you?"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, and the crying and screaming stopped abruptly.