Outstanding looks.
A pure and kind-hearted nature.
An elegant demeanor.
In the eyes of most, Servia was the very image of a perfect hero—mature and steady.
Yet, despite her perfection, she often revealed a childlike smile in front of Xu Xi.
"Lord Sorcerer, listen to this."
The young woman's footsteps were light as the wind.
She trotted up to Xu Xi, eager to share her joy.
"The creed of the Clawfeil family has finally been revised!"
"From now on, I can..."
Her words abruptly stopped.
Blushing, she covered her mouth, unwilling to continue.
"Can what?" Xu Xi asked, puzzled.
But Servia refused to elaborate, merely smiling as she wrapped her arms around Xu Xi's and led him to see the newly cultivated dragon's blood mushrooms.
They were located in a shaded corner of the courtyard.
"Servia, where did you get the dragon's blood?"
"Lady Krisha gave it to me," the hero replied after a moment's thought. "She said there's plenty more in the storehouse if we need it."
"..."
The wind lazily rustled the leaves, casting dappled shadows. Xu Xi stared at the rows of crimson, azure, and platinum mushrooms, falling into a long silence.
"Perhaps I should send Little Red and the others some supplements."
Most of the time,
Xu Xi stayed in Yanshan City, accompanied by five young women.
Sometimes cooking, sometimes strolling through the streets, sometimes tending to flowers or fishing in the courtyard.
But every so often,
Xu Xi would leave Yanshan City for a while.
To observe Earth's ascension and visit other acquaintances.
"Niu, have you prepared everything for the child?"
On the outskirts of Yanshan City,
under a sky of blue and white clouds, with the autumn breeze blowing, Xu Xi and Niu sat atop a large rock, gazing at the increasingly lively New Qingniu Town in the distance.
This land, far from the city,
had been specially allocated to the people of the Martial World.
They were content here, building peaceful lives.
Among them, young Niu had even started a family, welcoming his first child under the hopeful gazes of many.
"All set, Brother Xu," the simple-minded man scratched his head. "With Ma and Cui Er helping, I didn’t have to worry much."
As he spoke,
his eyes began to shine.
He eagerly invited Xu Xi to attend the child's celebration feast.
"Full Moon Chew?"
"Slow Leap Wine?"
Niu stumbled over the name of the feast, his brows and features scrunching together in concentration.
"Niu, you mean the Full Moon Banquet, right?" Xu Xi chuckled.
"Ah, right! Brother Xu’s always so sharp!" Under the sunlight, the honest man’s face beamed with joy.
"It’s my kid’s Full Moon Banquet!"
Niu’s voice was brimming with excitement.
This wasn’t just his child’s celebration—it was his own as well.
Those who struggled with hunger in the past
had no extra grain to spare for such feasts.
So, when Niu was young, he never had one.
But he bore no regrets.
His smile was pure, brimming with happiness.
He told Xu Xi that he was borrowing his child’s occasion, killing two birds with one stone—fulfilling his own childhood dream in the process.
"Brother Xu, ain’t I clever?"
One banquet, two purposes.
Niu thought himself a genius.
But feeling clever wasn’t enough—he wanted Xu Xi’s approval too.
"Yes, very clever."
Xu Xi smiled, his eyes warm.
He watched as
Niu instantly straightened his posture, puffing up like an inflated balloon or a sun-darkened iron tower, straining to maintain an air of "brilliance."
Except, the honest man, overjoyed by the praise,
had forgotten one thing.
Cleverness wasn’t something you could embody physically.
No matter how rigidly he sat or how high he lifted his chin, it wouldn’t make him look any "smarter."
Before parting ways with Niu,
Xu Xi confirmed the date for the Full Moon Banquet.
Then, as an afterthought, he asked, "Niu, what’s the child’s name?"
Niu scratched his head again. "I couldn’t think of one. Brother Xu, why don’t you pick?"
Xu Xi laughed.
Mulling it over briefly, he suggested a few names for Niu to take back and discuss with his family.
Xu Xi prepared to deliver supplements to the red dragon.
The dragon’s blood grass, dragon’s blood mushrooms, and dragon’s blood meteor flowers in the courtyard
had been thriving lately.
Undoubtedly,
Rex Santos was the one to thank.
In both principle and sentiment, Xu Xi couldn’t neglect him.
Besides, once he reached the capital, he could also catch up with his master, Li Wanshou.
"Riiip—"
Space tore open,
bridging the distance between two places.
As Xu Xi manipulated the laws of reality and stepped into the rift, his figure vanished from Yanshan City and reappeared in the distant capital in an instant.
Even with Earth’s ascension reinforcing the fabric of space,
to Xu Xi,
it remained as fragile as paper.
"I’ll visit Master first," Xu Xi mused, hovering above the capital as he surveyed the city below.
Towers rose in layers, skyscrapers stood tall.
Dragons soared through the skies, while cultivators rode flying swords.
The convergence of cultivation systems from myriad realms and futuristic sci-fi marvels made the capital even more prosperous—a testament to Earth’s status as the mystical heart of the multiverse.
Xu Xi first glanced at the Capital Supernatural United Bureau,
then at the Heavenly Sword Sect’s mountain gate.
"Meditating in the sect, is he?" With another step, Xu Xi bypassed Li Wanshou’s immortal-grade formations, effortlessly entering the deepest reaches of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
A babbling brook, an aura of immortal energy.
A gaunt figure practiced swordplay alone.
One man, one sword, one world.
The swordlight split into countless streaks, only to merge back into one, vanishing as the blade returned to its sheath.
"Master."
Seeing the old man turn, Xu Xi smiled and produced two tins of fresh tea.
"I’ve brought a small gift for you."
With that,
he stepped forward,
settling into a lakeside pavilion where he brewed a pot of hot tea for Li Wanshou.
"Hmph, you rascal—when will you finally settle down and take over as sect leader?" the old man grumbled, glaring at Xu Xi with mock severity.
He went on about expansion, glory, and the beauty of master and disciple ruling side by side.
To this, Xu Xi responded with practiced ease, "Next time, definitely next time."
"Get out of here, you disrespectful brat!"
Li Wanshou laughed and scolded, lifting the cup of spirit-rich tea to his lips. He sipped slowly, savoring the flavor.
The aroma was rich, the taste mellow.
The soothing warmth lifted the old man’s mood considerably.
"You always do this," he sighed.
"No matter how nicely I ask, you refuse to take the position. Ah, this old man’s bones ache from all the work."
Though pleased with the tea,
it didn’t stop him from lecturing.
His dreams of expansion remained unshaken.
"You know I’ve no interest in such things," Xu Xi said, shaking his head as he refilled Li Wanshou’s cup.
The two sat in the lakeside pavilion, discussing Earth’s changes and the future as the breeze whispered past.
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