Dà Yùn, Use Tackle on Me

At eight in the morning.

The eastern sky paled with the first light of dawn, the sun breaking through the horizon.

In Yanshan City, the sky was bathed in bright, radiant sunlight, its fragmented rays piercing through the withered branches and casting slanted beams onto Xu Xi.

His eyes were calm and indifferent.

His heart held neither joy nor sorrow, like a sage who had transcended worldly attachments.

Sitting quietly by the window, he observed the faint snowflakes outside, watching as the breath of spring returned to the world.

"Master, it's time for your tonic."

The voice of Ailei interrupted Xu Xi's thoughts.

The loyal mechanical servant brought him a nourishing tonic.

Today's tonic was a special edition—

Bigger, stronger, and packed with extra potency.

Specifically designed to replenish kidney energy.

"Thank you, Ailei."

Xu Xi touched his waist. His transcendent power kept him eternally youthful, his body anchored in peak condition, but after [one night], there were still some lingering effects.

After all, his opponent was no ordinary being either.

Gulp—

Gulp—

Slowly sipping the warm tonic prepared by his mechanical servant, Xu Xi let out a long, contented sigh.

"Bliss~~~"

Marriage? Check.

New Year? Celebrated.

Conjugal duties? Fulfilled.

Xu Xi stretched out his hand, catching the morning sunlight in his palm, watching as the lines of his palm became vividly clear:

"So, the only thing left is the honeymoon, huh?"

Honeymoon.

The first month after marriage.

A time for newlyweds to travel, indulge in fine cuisine, and create sweet memories to adorn their union.

Because it had clashed with the New Year festivities,

it had been postponed until now.

"Any places worth visiting?" Xu Xi closed his palm, the sunlight that had rested there now coating his knuckles in a faint golden hue.

He pondered but realized there was nowhere he particularly wanted to go.

In countless simulations, he had witnessed all manner of sights—from battles between gods and demons to struggles for survival in the harshest conditions. These were the colors that painted his journey.

"Ailei, any suggestions?"

The mechanical servant shook her head. "None."

Her only wish was to stay by Xu Xi's side. The specifics of their location didn't matter to her.

And so,

Xu Xi summoned the other four.

Xu Moli: "A honeymoon? I don’t mind. Whatever you decide, Elder Brother."

Krisha: "Let’s catch a couple more dragons, Mentor. I want to experiment with new dragonblood herb varieties."

Wu Yingxue: "Honestly, anywhere is fine as long as there’s good food."

Servia sat quietly, nodding in agreement. "I’m the same as everyone else. Wherever the Sorcerer wishes to go, I’ll follow."

The problem circled back to its original dilemma.

Xu Xi and the five girls had all lived extraordinary lives, having witnessed the kaleidoscopic wonders of countless worlds.

What ordinary people dreamed of—honeymoon travels,

even interdimensional journeys—

held less appeal for them than simply staying in their courtyard, sipping tea and enjoying the quiet of daily life.

"So, it’s up to me to decide…"

Feeling everyone’s gaze fixed on him, Xu Xi fell into thought. "How about this? There’s something I originally planned to do alone."

"But now—"

"Why don’t we all go together? Consider it our honeymoon trip."

The girls nodded in agreement.

The Duchess, however, couldn’t contain her curiosity. "Sir, what exactly is this 'something'?"

Xu Xi thought for a moment before answering: "Let’s just say it’s a bit of self-persecution."

After visiting the parents of the Duchess and the Hero, and delivering New Year’s gifts to each,

the honeymoon journey

officially began.

Xu Xi and the girls stood waiting at their doorstep. About three or four minutes later, their honeymoon vehicle descended from the cosmos.

Its horn roared,

a savage bellow from a beast of steel.

"Ah…" Servia gasped. She had never imagined that what appeared before her would be a truck.

A bright red exterior.

A rugged, imposing front.

The short, thunderous blast of its horn scattered the last remnants of snow in the sky, plunging the world into silence.

"Isn’t this Elder Brother’s…?"

Xu Moli murmured to herself.

Wu Yingxue, the most impulsive of the group, had already rushed forward, running her hands along the body of the Dayun truck.

The metal was icy to the touch—so cold that even a martial arts supreme like her was startled.

She knew what this was.

So did the others.

This was the beginning of all stories, the start and end of Xu Xi’s journey.

"Mentor, why does this truck still exist?"

"It’s a bit complicated to explain. Think of it as an extension of my power."

As he spoke, Xu Xi gently stroked the Witch’s head.

Ever since he consolidated all possibilities across time and space,

he no longer needed the simulator.

Or rather, he had surpassed it, becoming the ultimate "one" among infinite possibilities—even reversing causality to create the very concept of the simulator itself.

Across the multiverse,

in every timeline, in every dimension, Xu Xi’s will flowed.

In a way, this truck, capable of freely traversing worlds, was a manifestation of his power—a physical representation of his past experiences, existing naturally at every point in time.

"If you don’t like it, we can change its appearance."

"No need!" The Duchess was practically bouncing with excitement. "Sir, let me inside already!"

"I’m dying to see what it looks like in there!"

"Alright," Xu Xi chuckled in response.

The truck’s door slowly opened, revealing the interior of the cabin.

The space should have been cramped, but as each person boarded, it expanded, adjusting seamlessly.

By the time all six were inside,

the cabin had grown to the size of a small room.

Ahead lay the windshield and dashboard. To the sides were neatly arranged, brand-new seats. Behind them stretched an abyss of darkness—despite the engine’s roar, not a wisp of exhaust could be seen.

"Everyone, buckle up," Xu Xi reminded them as he set the truck in motion.

He didn’t need to grip the steering wheel.

The trembling steel beast knew its path, selecting the fastest route on its own.

Xu Xi’s first destination was set:

[First Simulation: Cultivation Side]

In the past, Xu Xi’s method of simulated travel had always been getting run over by the Dayun truck.

Now, with causality reversed,

Xu Xi, standing in the future, cast the simulator back into the past. Naturally, the process had to be repeated.

He could have let the truck do the work automatically,

but after careful consideration, he chose to personally send off his past self.

"VROOOOM!"

"VROOOOM!"

Through the darkest reaches of the cosmos, the crimson truck charged forward, its wheels blazing a trail as an endless road stretched toward the far end of time and space.

Around the truck, countless points of light flickered—

tiny, shimmering stars.

Each one a condensed fragment of a different timeline.

"Ah! It’s Elder Brother from so long ago!"

"The Mentor when he was still in a wheelchair?"

Amid the girls’ exclamations, the truck tore through layers of time and space, hurtling toward the moment of the first simulation, its headlights flashing wildly.

"Elder Brother, are you planning to…?"

"Mm. Don’t worry. This is just the cycle of causality."

Xu Xi reassured them gently,

easing their concerns.

Then, he commanded the crimson truck:

"Go, Dayun! Hit my past self with maximum force!"