Chapter 33: Chapter 33: The Fish That Took the Bait

In the cultivation realm, there aren’t many rules, because the rules themselves are made by the strong, and they are based on the power they wield. Without their power, nothing could make cultivators across the world adhere to regulations that aren’t in their favor.

Cultivators only care about strength and weakness, akin to the bloodiness and savagery of primitive animals. Celestial Sword Mountain was created by an Unparalleled Sword Immortal, one of the Mother Star’s mightiest, and itself is one of the rule-makers.

Zhang Kai is a Sword Immortal, if he wants to kill someone, an ordinary person, he needs no reason, and there’s no chance evidence will be found to disgrace Celestial Sword Mountain.

Though people and immortals coexist in this age, there’s a barrier between them. Mortals can’t control immortals, yet immortals overlook humans.

In myths, are there stories of immortals or demons being captured by the government after killing someone? The current Federation is powerful, having subdued many anti-human experts, but to make all immortals abide strictly by rules and behave well, frankly speaking, it’s difficult.

A few days ago, Zhang Kai was still at Celestial Sword Mountain. Upon hearing of a chance to develop the Otherworld, he felt like he was in paradise and hurried to Meiling. But when another piece of news came, saying he couldn’t participate, it felt like falling into hell.

In an instant, it was like ascending to immortality, with opportunities right before his eyes—how excited and expectant he was then. In an instant, it was like falling into the dust, losing the chance to become a Great Sword Immortal, how angry and resentful he felt?

“Senior Brother, you should let it go. It’s too dangerous to act now; why kill someone and add unnecessary debt?” Zhang Kai’s junior brother advised him.

But Zhang Kai was unwilling. He wasn’t a disciple of the ten True Inheritor bloodlines of Celestial Sword Mountain, but rather studied under an elder, so resources were far less than those of the True Disciples.

He has been stuck in the Third Realm of Earth Immortal, the Dharma Body realm, for thirty years, watching Zhao Hao go from Innate, crossing Divine Treasure, Vajra, Controlling the Sky, Divinity Transformation Realm, to the Dharma Body, standing on equal ground with him. In ten years, Zhao Hao will surely advance, but he still cannot be certain.

Cultivation indeed values talent, but in the era of Mother Star devouring countless worlds to evolve, the speed at which geniuses rise surpasses others by tenfold, a hundredfold! Opportunities are even more important.

For strong individuals from other worlds, who hasn’t spent thousands, tens of thousands of years to reach the Immortal Realm? But in only a few hundred years on the Mother Star, over a dozen human race immortals and six or seven Demon Saints have emerged.

This is the importance of opportunity!

If he could participate in the development of the Otherworld, the fortune blessed by the Mother Star would be enormous. It might even allow him to surge forward, ultimately stepping into the Third Realm of Celestial Immortal as a Great Sword Immortal!

That someone who made his opportunity vanish for no reason, Wang Xuan, is a great sinner! His enemy! Can such a grudge not be avenged?

So he came.

Watching Wang Xuan chuckle foolishly in the room, Zhang Kai didn’t understand what benefit the other party had gained. It just displeased him, someone who took away such a significant opportunity from him, yet could still laugh—was it mocking him?

In his view, it was exactly that.

Wang Xuan was laughing in his room, for this improved “Heart Spirit Demon Scripture” was indeed a good thing. After practicing, it could enhance spiritual will and elevate spiritual cultivation.

If successful, suppressing his heart demon wouldn’t be difficult, and he could even transform the heart demon into his own strength. If he became a Hypnosis Master, his enemies standing in front of him might be subdued and become his slaves.

A Mind Master could not only control his own spirit but also the will of others. Wherever he was, he would be a divine spirit, with all beings under his control, becoming his warriors!

With an accelerator, cultivating the “Heart Spirit Demon Scripture” wouldn’t be too difficult, Wang Xuan was confident.

All traces of Shi Tie’s presence vanished without a trace. After cleaning up, Wang Xuan rested at home and asked Bai Yuzhen and Su Xiaowei about some matters.

Bai Yuzhen was very busy at the company. The group she worked for was not small, involved in areas like biopharmaceuticals and medical care. Receiving Wang Xuan’s message, she was momentarily surprised.

“Has anything unusual happened lately? Has anyone come looking for me?” Wang Xuan asked.

He rarely contacted Bai Yuzhen, as they were not in the same circle. While Bai Yuzhen worked in the bustling business world, it was far from the bloody, perilous environment he lived in.

“No, everything’s been quiet these past few days.” Bai Yuzhen replied, after finishing her work.

Recently, resources from the Evolution Realm began to flow into the Mother Star. The chemical reaction produced by the clash of two worlds was massive. Naturally, major financial groups wouldn’t let such an opportunity slip by, seizing the chance to convert those resources into wealth.

Wang Xuan didn’t ask further, thinking that Su Xiaowei and her sister had finished school and should be home by now; he could go check on them.

A knock on the door was clearly heard by Su Xiaowei, who was painting. The figure in the paintings was, of course, still Wang Xuan, whom she’d painted countless times. By now, she could draw Wang Xuan even with her eyes closed.

When she saw it was Wang Xuan, she quickly opened the door, knowing Uncle Wang was a good person, generous and kind.

If Wang Xuan knew Su Xiaowei considered him a kind person, he’d probably be amused and exasperated. Although he hadn’t killed innocent people, he certainly had blood on his hands from fights.

“Hello, Uncle Wang.” Su Xiaowei enthusiastically welcomed Wang Xuan inside. They both sat on the living room sofa, while Su Qiubai was still playing games, not realizing Wang Xuan had arrived.

Wang Xuan took a sip of water, noticing that Su Xiaowei was still as bright as before, like a little sun spreading sunshine.

“Xiaowei, has anyone been looking for me lately, or has anything unusual happened?” Wang Xuan asked.

In fact, the two girls spent more time at home, as Bai Yuzhen often worked overtime and returned late.

Su Xiaowei thought for a moment, then said, “Two people came asking about Uncle Wang these past few days, but I didn’t let them in.

Today, a bad guy with six fingers tried to trick us, but Xiaobai and I ran into the school, not giving him a chance.

Oh, and those people who talked to Uncle Wang the other day seemed to have been beaten by the six-fingered bad guy.”

After Wang Xuan asked a few questions, he nodded, “Xiaowei did the right thing. Be cautious. Although there are many good people, be wary of bad ones, especially a pretty little fairy like you.”

That’s when he realized what Shi Tie came for — the target must have been Su Xiaowei and her sister. Luckily, he came early.

Meanwhile, a hundred meters away, Zhang Kai floated in mid-air, approaching where Wang Xuan was, his long sword glittering, carrying a murderous aura.

Clang!

A sound of sword cry, the Flying Sword came slashing like a stream of light!

A Sword Immortal controlling the sword can easily kill from hundreds of feet away.

Yet, a hand appeared out of thin air, two fingers pinching the Flying Sword, immobilizing it. He the Sixth grasped the Flying Sword with his left hand, then appeared beside Zhang Kai in an instant.

With one sword strike, beheading meant the end!

Silently, a top Earth Immortal died here, a peculiar flame emerged, burning Zhang Kai’s body cleanly, without even ashes remaining, as if he had never existed.

“Uncle Wang, the painting you asked for isn’t finished yet; can you give me a few more days?” Su Xiaowei looked at him with bright eyes and asked.

Wang Xuan nodded, “Of course, you’re busy with your studies. Paint for me whenever you have time; no rush.”

Su Xiaowei quickly shook her head, “It’s not unfinished; I just can’t get it right. None of the paintings satisfy me.”

“Do you have any finished ones? I’m not demanding, as long as it’s recognizable as me, Wang Xuan,” Wang Xuan said.

Looking at the stack of paintings Su Xiaowei brought out, twenty or thirty in total, each was meticulously detailed, even the few short hairs on the corner of his mouth were clearly drawn.

Wang Xuan was surprised, “Each one is great. I love them all. Why does Xiaowei say they aren’t satisfactory?”

When Xiaowei mentioned that his aura conflicted, Wang Xuan chuckled, “Then you should paint the strong and mighty version of me. The scholarly, elegant style reading a book, that’s just an act, which is probably why it feels off, so you can’t paint it.”

“Okay.” Su Xiaowei beamed, her eyes like twin crescent moons.

“By the way, Uncle Wang, do you have a girlfriend?” Su Xiaowei asked.

“Not currently,” Wang Xuan replied. In fact, he’s been single for twenty-four years, having never had a girlfriend.

Su Xiaowei’s eyes lit up at this, “My aunt doesn’t have a boyfriend either. Uncle Wang, what do you think of my aunt?”

She thought highly of Wang Xuan, and also of Aunt Yu Zhen, and if the two could be together, wouldn’t that be wonderful!

Wang Xuan couldn’t help but cough twice, wondering how this little one became a matchmaker; it was truly awkward.

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