Meeting, knowing, understanding.
When these three steps are complete,
The journey leads to the destination called [marriage].
Meeting the elders and receiving their blessings becomes the final step.
Xu Xi was already prepared for this.
"Servia, you're absolutely right," he said.
"I really should go. Well... how about this? No time like the present—let's go today."
Xu Xi looked up at the clear blue sky.
Seeing that it was still early, he decided to set off with the brave warrior beside him to the now-restored world of wizards.
But the warrior blinked her emerald-green eyes.
With an adorable expression, she said to Xu Xi, "Great Wizard, could you delay your visit for a few days?"
"If you go now, my parents would be overjoyed, but... I think they might need some time to prepare."
As she spoke,
the girl extended her hand, pinching her thumb and forefinger together in a "just a little" gesture to emphasize her point.
"Prepare?"
"Yes! Preparations to welcome you!"
Xu Xi couldn't help but laugh.
He had intended to say there was no need for such trouble, but Servia was too excited—she vanished in the blink of an eye,
claiming she had to go back and help with the arrangements.
"Servia seems..."
"Really looking forward to me meeting her parents?"
Staring at the now-empty space before him, Xu Xi stood in the middle of the courtyard, pondering how he should greet Servia’s parents—what attitude to adopt, what words to say.
But there was no rush.
In the meantime, he could focus on other things.
"The wedding procedures, the venue, the food and decorations—they’re all mostly ready."
"As for the timing, we’ve tentatively set it for late autumn or early winter."
"Or perhaps early next spring."
"Counting the days, it’s about time to start sending out invitations."
"It would be disrespectful to wait until the wedding day itself to invite people."
Xu Xi raised his hand, his index finger extended midair. A butterfly fluttered over, briefly alighting on his fingertip before darting gracefully into the flowerbed.
Its wings were vibrant, strikingly beautiful.
Xu Xi smiled.
After informing the witch trimming the dragon’s blood grass, he stepped out of the courtyard.
His first stop was the outskirts of Yanshan City, where he planned to invite the people of the Survival Corps—especially Niu and his family—to attend the wedding in six months.
"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
Xu Xi walked along the scorching asphalt road.
The pavement shimmered gold under the relentless sun,
bearing the marks of its fiery touch.
Stepping over dappled shadows cast by leaves, he moved further from the courtyard, the sunlight on his shoulders almost urging him forward.
Suddenly,
Xu Xi stopped.
Amid the golden silence of the blazing sun, he turned back to look at the courtyard—and the witch who watched him with puzzled eyes.
"Do you need any help, Mentor?"
"No, it’s fine, Krisha. Just taking it all in."
Xu Xi smiled,
answering Krisha while sweeping his gaze over the home he had lived in for years.
He still vividly remembered the novelty and excitement of moving from his old house to this courtyard.
It had felt like the crisp coolness of orange soda.
Now, with the passage of time, those old emotions fluttered in the wind, mingling with fragments of dried grass, leaving behind a lingering nostalgia.
The scattered, the projected—
all were paths Xu Xi had once walked.
Clusters of crimson dragon’s blood grass swayed like waves in his vision, rustling and shimmering:
"Unknowingly, I’ve come so far."
"Sometimes fast, sometimes slow."
"Sometimes more, sometimes less."
"That’s life, isn’t it…"
Xu Xi smiled, the serenity in his eyes gentler than the sun itself.
He reminisced—
about the teasing he’d heard during his third simulation: If you ever get married, you’d have to invite everyone from the Survival Corps.
And Li Wanshou’s words from the first simulation: Make sure you have ten or eight little disciples running around.
"Inviting everyone is easy enough."
"But ten or eight kids? Well… let’s table that for now."
With a single step, Xu Xi traversed vast distances effortlessly.
A mere stride spanned miles.
From the heart of Yanshan City, he arrived at Niu’s doorstep in the outskirts.
"Great Master!"
"Brother Xi!"
People on the street spotted Xu Xi, greeting him warmly and inviting him into their homes.
"No need, thank you all," Xu Xi declined with a smile,
instead extending his own invitation—for them to attend his wedding in half a year.
"......"
"???"
Silence fell.
The people of the Survival Corps froze, stunned by Xu Xi’s words.
But soon,
their shock erupted into uncontainable joy.
"Quick! Spread the word—Great Master Xu is getting married!"
"Tell everyone, hurry!"
"The Great Master is remarrying!"
"Granny, granny! The Great Master already has two kids!"
"Absolutely true—both are Mr. Wu’s!"
This time, it was Xu Xi’s turn to be dumbfounded.
"Wait, I—they—"
Listening to the rampant rumors swirling in the air, Xu Xi began to wonder if he had misspoken, leading to such wild misunderstandings.
The wind blew.
People ran.
Men, women, young and old dashed about in excitement.
The entire outskirts buzzed with jubilation.
The versions circulating had long strayed from Xu Xi’s original words, but one thing remained consistent—they all planned to attend his wedding.
"Brother Xi, we want braised pork!"
"I want roast chicken!"
People who no longer struggled for survival, who had left hunger behind,
now made "greedy" and "demanding" requests for the wedding feast.
Xu Xi agreed to each with a smile. "Alright, I’ll remember. Make sure you all come."
Just then,
the door to Niu’s house creaked open.
The sturdy, sun-darkened man seemed to have just woken up, bleary-eyed and confused by the commotion outside.
But then he spotted Xu Xi at his doorstep—
and heard the crowd’s enthusiastic chatter.
Instantly,
Little Niu’s excitement bubbled over. "Big Brother Xu, I’m so happy!"
"I get to see you get married!"
"I get to eat at your big red banquet!"
The man rambled on excitedly before his voice softened, hesitant and unsure:
"Big Brother Xu… I can go, right?"
Xu Xi nodded. "Of course. That’s why I’m here—to invite you."
Niu immediately puffed out his chest, standing tall and speaking with newfound confidence.
Then he hurried back inside, returning with a small, drowsy boy in his arms, nudging him toward Xu Xi.
"Yansheng, come on, greet Big Brother Xu!"
Zhang Yansheng.
Niu’s firstborn.
Xu Xi had named him himself.
A simple name, carrying the legacy of those who once fought to survive.
The child, urged by his father, blinked wide eyes and waved tiny hands, babbling as if greeting Xu Xi.
"Good, good. You’re invited too."
Xu Xi pulled out a stack of invitations from his robe.
Under the awed gazes of the crowd, he handed one to every person gathered—including Niu’s family and the newborn child.
The inked characters on the invitations
carried an immense, transcendent power.
When the time came, they would allow the bearers to pierce through space and arrive at the wedding venue.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."