You continued flying eastward.
They say, "When poor at home, be rich on the road; when traveling far, you must bring enough money."
For cultivators, crystal stones are currency.
At critical moments, they could also directly absorb the concentrated essence of heaven and earth within the crystals to restore their spiritual energy.
If you asked where the most and highest-quality crystal stones were in the human realm, the answer would undoubtedly be the Wang family of Chaotic Crystal Sea.
Here, you met Wang Mingbai, who was about your age.
"Father! I must go to the Carefree Sacred Land's holy son selection! Why can't I possibly become the holy son?" Wang Mingbai was arguing with his father, Wang Yanbing.
This was also the first time in his life that he'd had a falling out with his father.
Wang Yanbing pointed at his nose, grinding his teeth as he spoke. "Do you want to become the Carefree holy son? You just want to pursue that Wu Yue! I don't even need to call you out on it!"
As the father and son argued, faces flushed red, you suddenly appeared in the Wang family courtyard.
"Father and son, talk things over calmly. Don't hurt your bond."
Wang Mingbai didn't recognize you at this point. Seeing you arrive uninvited while he was already in a temper, he said rudely, "Who are you? Who let you in?"
Wang Yanbing, sharp-eyed enough to recognize a hero, immediately saw that you were the newly promoted Martial God, Chen Yi. He promptly slapped his son aside, then knelt on one knee before you.
"Martial God above! My worthless son was rude! Please forgive him!"
Wang Mingbai stood there, dumbstruck.
He hadn't expected a Martial God to suddenly appear in his home—and looking so young, about the same age as him, completely at odds with the image of a legendary, world-conquering Martial God.
You quickly helped the old hero Wang Yanbing to his feet.
During the fifth simulation, in the battle against the Dragonmen, the Wang family had been the first to sacrifice themselves. Wang Yanbing, as the family head, had died a martyr's death with honor. You admired people like that.
"Patriarch Wang, there's no need for such grand formalities."
You stood between the father and son, playing the mediator.
"Patriarch Wang, young people are full of daring and ambition. If Wang Mingbai wants to attend the holy son competition, let him go. Once he hits a wall, he'll naturally understand his old father's good intentions."
Wang Mingbai, seeing you speak up for him, immediately showed you great respect. "The Martial God is absolutely right!"
Wang Yanbing was meticulous and observant.
"I imagine that the Martial God realm requires even greater amounts of crystal stones! For the human race's newly promoted Martial God, my Wang family must offer full support!"
Wang Yanbing clapped his hands, and a group of servants entered the courtyard, each holding a platter covered with red cloth. Beneath the cloth were storage rings, filled to the brim with top-grade crystal stones.
You turned to Wang Mingbai and scolded him from a position of authority.
"Young people need to listen to their elders! Your elders have eaten more salt than you've eaten rice! If you always act on your own, you might just get yourself killed out there, with nowhere even to cry!"
Wang Mingbai was bewildered.
"Martial God, that's not what you said earlier..."
You changed the subject.
"Patriarch Wang, how did you recognize me?"
"After the battle at the Barren Ancient Secret Realm, I learned of it long ago. It's a pity I couldn't join that campaign to purge the human race's traitor! I've long admired your portrait."
"The Carefree Sacred Land sent it to you, didn't they."
"Exactly. Our Wang family has always had close ties with the Carefree Sacred Land, so we naturally share such vital information."
After taking the vast supply of top-grade crystal stones from the Wang family, you used your Carefree Token to contact Hua Wuyan.
This place was too far from the Southern Frontier.
Flying back to the Southern Frontier to find Hua Wuyan and have her teleport you to the Path of Ascension would take too much time again.
Fortunately, aside from guarding spirit plants and brewing medicine, Hua Wuyan seldom had anything important to do.
When the Guardian appeared, Wang Yanbing and the Wang family members all knelt before her.
"The Wang family pays respects to the Guardian!"
Hua Wuyan's face was kind. "I'm just an old woman. Why do you kneel and bow? This is why I don't like running around. People always kneel and bow when they see me. I don't cultivate the Incense Path—what a waste..."
Hua Wuyan muttered like a grumbling old grandmother.
Before setting out, you summoned Chen Three.
The moment he appeared, he was groaning.
"Ouch... I'm done for... ouch..."
Chen Three had been poisoned by Dragonman venom, and you wanted to ask Hua Wuyan if she had a way to cure him.
Even if the poison killed him and he was resurrected the next day through summoning,
Every time he came out in this state, he was completely useless!
Hua Wuyan pulled out a bottle of pills.
"Dragonman venom? I don't know this poison, but if he takes this, he'll definitely be cured."
Chen Three blinked his old eyes. "Granny, you don't even know what's wrong with me, and you're prescribing medicine? Can that be taken?"
You took the pills, casually poured out a handful, and stuffed them into Chen Three's mouth.
"You're about to die, and you're still worrying about that?"
Hua Wuyan: "One pill is enough."
Chen Three: "..."
You: "What happens if he takes too many?"
Hua Wuyan: "There might be a minor issue."
Chen Three: "Hahaha! This Daoist has made it!!"
The next year, he was twenty-six years old.
Extracting a trait...
Extraction successful!
"Running Playlist (Green): If you listen to music while running, stamina consumption is halved, running speed doubles, all fatigue and boredom vanish, and dopamine is released in large amounts."
Adjust trait?
Yes/No
You selected No.
Hua Wuyan teleported with you to the edge of the Northern Sea.
On the three isolated islands in the sea, three towering stone monuments had now been erected.
Each monument was carved with one character, which together read "Path of Ascension."
On clear days, even from tens of thousands of miles away, these three monuments could be seen, standing like three peaks at the end of the sea and sky.
You saw Shen Yue, the head of the Shen family, leading a group of Shen family craftsmen as they put the final polish on the three monuments.
When they saw you and Hua Wuyan appear, Shen Yue quickly came forward to bow.
"Martial God Chen, what brings you here today..."
"I'm leaving."
Shen Yue was filled with reverence.
Witnessing someone ascend to immortality was a rare opportunity.
"I wish Martial God Chen a smooth journey!"
"Don't spread news of my departure. The demon race must not panic—after all, with the Great Demon, Patriarch Shen, and Li Wentian all absent, if the demon race has ill intentions, it won't be easy to deal with."
"Understood!"
"And keep an eye on White Cloud County."
"Rest assured on that. Before Patriarch Shen left, he repeatedly instructed me. The family of Shen Qingshan's family is now treated as ancestors by our Shen family."
Shen Qingshan had suddenly become Patriarch Shen.
This caused Chen Yun and Shen Jia to skyrocket in seniority, becoming the matriarchs of the entire star domain's Shen family.
At first hearing, it sounded absurd.
But on closer thought, it made perfect sense.
You slowly rose into the air.
Carrying food and clean water bought from all over before departure, stored in special spiritual vessels.
Carrying a large amount of martial resources gifted by the Carefree Holy Land.
Carrying an immense quantity of top-grade spirit stones gifted by the Wang Family.
Carrying the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, Demon-Subduing Cauldron, Nine-Crow Divine Bow, Celestial Dragon Blade, Primordial Chaos Armor, Immortal Binding Rope, Lightning-Chasing Boots...
He set foot on the path to immortality!
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
