The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 1 The Fairyland of the Green Phoenix
"In the seventh year of the Tianfeng reign, the government stopped providing stipends to students. Last year, when the current emperor ascended the throne, he directly abolished the imperial examinations. From then on, the path to literature was cut off, and there was no way to ascend to heaven."

"Ha! We've studied hard for ten years, only to end up in poverty and despair. Forget about being an official in a region or educating the people; we can barely support ourselves. It's truly laughable!"

"Useless, utterly useless parasites and fools!"

"Ahem! Brother Hong, watch your words, watch your words! Let's drink! Let's not talk about state affairs!"

boom!
"What are you talking about drinking? All I can think about right now is making money, understand?"

"Hehe! If it's just about getting some money to spend, I do have a way, Brother Hong, would you like to hear about it?"

"miss you!"

……

Buzz!

A cacophony of sounds grew clearer and clearer in my ears, as if a large group of people were gathered together, talking about something.

It's an unfamiliar language, but I can understand it.

The body gradually emerged from the state of 'possession by a ghost,' and the first thing that could be moved was the fingers.

The cool touch on his fingertips and the rough yet solid texture told him that this was a stone table.

With a slight twitch of the nostrils, a wisp of rich, melancholic fragrance wafted in.

The light and shadow flowed before my eyes, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the pitch-black sky.

Hong Yuan's eyelids trembled slightly, and he finally opened his eyes to look at the world.

crossed!
The memories still churning in his mind slowly helped him understand everything.

There's no coincidence that they share the same name. After all, there are differences in written language and spoken language. Although I checked my memories, there was a sense of similarity between this life and my previous life.

The names and circumstances of past lives are meaningless at this moment and need not be elaborated upon.

This person's surname is Hong, given name Yuan, born in the Great Yin Dynasty, in Qingxu County, Linjiang Prefecture.

He was once an outstanding student of Qingxu Academy with a bright future. However, as soon as Emperor Yongchang ascended the throne and issued the "Edict to Stop the Tribute" to abolish the imperial examination, the academy's dean, Chen Huanshan, packed his valuables the very next day and ran away with his wife, two concubines, and his sister-in-law.

The students of the academy cursed and swore, carved inscriptions on a monument to express their grief and indignation, but ultimately had no choice but to go their separate ways.

Before Hong Yuan could even take off his long gown, he was immediately thrown into the marketplace for flexible employment.

Almost a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

"Ah! You're awake!"

A soft laugh reached my ears.

Hong Yuan jolted awake from his hazy dream, rubbing his temples, and looked up to meet a square, handsome face with strong features and a thick beard.

At this moment, the man looked over with a smile, his gaze lingering on Hong Yuan's face for a moment, and then he chuckled, "Among this batch of newcomers, young brother is the last one to wake up."

Newbie?

Hong Yuan, leaning against the stone table, stood up: "What...what do you mean? And where is this place?"

He remained calm, asking questions while his eyes unconsciously began to observe.

The man in front of me was about thirty years old, with broad shoulders and a large, robust build. He was dressed in well-tailored black clothes, exuding a sharp and ruthless aura. He looked like someone you wouldn't want to mess with, but his eyes were bloodshot and there were dark circles around them.

Maybe I haven't been sleeping well lately!
He was now in a spacious courtyard by the water. The lake was not large; it was an artificial landscape lake. Around this small lake, pavilions stood on all four sides, winding paths led to secluded spots, and the area was extremely large.

At the head of the garden stands a large incense burner, nearly half a person's height, from which wisps of steam emanate.

Hong Yuan sniffed, confirming that the fragrance he had vaguely smelled earlier came from this place.

As a scholar, Hong Yuan was no stranger to burning incense, after all, the great masters of the past had long ago left behind the famous line, "When there are no carriages and horses to travel, one can burn incense and sit to read books."

Burning incense, brewing tea, hanging paintings, and arranging flowers are all considered elegant pursuits for scholars, with burning incense being the foremost of these four refined pursuits.

In the past, Hong Yuan would also buy some incense recipes, take a bath, burn an incense burner, sit and read, which was extremely pleasant and leisurely.

However, most of the incense he bought was of low quality, and after burning it, there was always a lingering grassy and fishy smell. Occasionally, he would splurge on a box of mid-quality incense, which was enough to make him feel the pinch for ten days or half a month. He would even feel a subtle sense of guilt when using it.

The incense in the burner was rich and fragrant, sweet and refreshing. As it entered my nose, it felt as if a wisp of pure air was rushing straight to the heavens, instantly invigorating my spirit.

In Qingxu County, there is an old-established incense shop called "Yunjianfang". Its prized possession is a top-quality incense recipe called "Wanli Yunyou". After becoming familiar with the old shopkeeper, Hong Yuan was curious about the mystery of "Wanli Yunyou". The old shopkeeper hesitated for a long time before finally wrapping a pinch of incense the size of a fingernail and burning it.

Hong Yuan was indeed greatly amazed when he smelled it, but compared to the fragrance of the whole garden, he suddenly felt that his "wandering for thousands of miles" was nothing more than this.

"Moreover, this incense burner is so large, how much must have been spent on it? And to put it outdoors like this, letting the fragrance fill the garden, it's so extravagant, just too extravagant! If the old shopkeeper knew, he would probably beat his chest and waile about what a waste of resources!"

Hong Yuan's mind was filled with thoughts.

The bearded man in black raised an eyebrow and replied with a smile, "Oh? That's an interesting question, young man. Didn't they tell you?"

"them?"

Hong Yuan looked surprised, then shook his head: "I am indeed completely confused. I only remember drinking with my friend that day, and I was so drunk that I woke up here. Please tell me what's going on."

My name is Yang Lie!

The bearded man in black pointed to himself and chuckled, "Friend? Heh heh! It seems you got here through your friend's connections, young man! But since you're here, you'll find out soon enough even if I don't tell you..."

He turned around, facing the small lake in the garden, and spread his palms out: "This place is called Biwu Wonderland, which is the Taoist temple of the seven fairy maidens."

Biwu Wonderland?

Seven Fairy Maidens?
Immortal?!

Hong Yuan was startled. Could there really be immortals in this world?
Nobody told him this!

In his spare time, he had secretly read some unofficial histories and miscellaneous books, including tales of gods, ghosts, swordsmen, and heroes, as well as accounts of demons causing trouble and feeding on humans. But he always treated these kinds of stories as mere entertainment. Who would take them seriously?

Seeing the shock on Hong Yuan's face, Yang Lie nodded slightly: "The seven fairy maidens are Lady Siyan, Fairy Hehe, Lady Yupo, and..."

Yang Lie paused, his expression somewhat unnatural, a forced smile on his face. "Hehe, as for the remaining fairies, I'll leave that for you to discover, young brother! In short, those chosen to enter this Azure Phoenix Immortal Realm are all exceptionally talented, but whether they can truly stay depends on the fairies' assessment of their potential, but..."

He scrutinized Hong Yuan again, examining him more closely than before, and said meaningfully, "With your talent and demeanor, young brother, you are truly the most outstanding person I have ever seen. Even if you are of low character, you will surely be able to stay."

"What are the benefits of staying?" Hong Yuan was increasingly confused. The names of those fairy maidens sounded a bit improper. Could this Biwu Immortal Realm be some kind of evil cultivation sect?
He was filled with trepidation. The many dark cultivation novels he had read in his previous life flashed through his mind. Just as he was about to ask them for more in-depth advice, a sneer came from not far away: "Benefits? That is naturally the immortal fate bestowed by the fairy."

A few feet away, a young man with a hooked nose leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, his face cold and stern, his slightly narrowed eyes sweeping over Hong Yuan's face like a hunting dog.

Hong Yuan frowned slightly, vaguely sensing a hint of hostility from the other party.

However, he didn't confront him directly, but simply smiled and asked, "May I ask how this gentleman is addressed? And what is this 'fate of immortality'?"

"There's no need for me to try to get close to you. I'm not here to answer your questions."

The hook-nosed youth glanced at Yang Lie, then closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

"A destiny with immortals..." Yang Lie sighed, then fell silent.

Hong Yuan didn't press the matter further, and instead glanced around at the group of people in the courtyard.

Compared to the vast garden, there were not many people inside. At a glance, there were only about twenty people, but they were scattered into many groups.

Some gathered in twos and threes, whispering amongst themselves, while many others, like the hook-nosed youth, stayed alone in a corner, some sitting, some standing, each with a different expression.

Some people looked indifferent, some were excited with a hint of expectation and longing... some looked uneasy with a hint of confusion, and some looked around blankly, at a loss.

All twenty or so of them were men. The younger ones looked like teenagers, while the older ones were around thirty or forty years old, strong men.

As Hong Yuan watched, a strange look appeared on his face.

This was because everyone in the group, regardless of age, possessed regular features and dignified appearances. The seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boys and the young men in their twenties were naturally handsome and refined. The men in their thirties also had their own unique charm, some were robust and imposing, others were gentle and elegant, and still others were dashing and debonair…

As for the man who looked to be over forty, although his temples were slightly gray, he still had a very elegant demeanor. His eyes were still bright as black lacquer. When he smiled slightly, the wrinkles on his handsome face did not make people feel disgusted at all, but instead added a touch of deep and vicissitudes charm!

Hong Yuan suddenly looked at the hook-nosed youth.

Upon closer inspection, although the man's facial features were somewhat sinister, his appearance was still top-notch, deserving the title of "handsome." In a short drama from his previous life, he would have stood out if he had played roles such as "evil emperor" or "demon lord."

Ok? !

Does this Biwu Wonderland only recruit good-looking people?
It makes sense when you think about it. After all, it's a fairyland, and being too ugly would damage its reputation, right? Even the Free and Unfettered Sect originally only accepted handsome, dashing, and refined male and female disciples!

Xu Zhu? That's cheating!
In this way, Hong Yuan might understand why the hook-nosed youth had inexplicable hostility towards him.

In fact, it wasn't just that hook-nosed youth; among the crowd in the garden, there were always a few gazes that revealed hostility.

Hong Yuan sighed.

He doesn't blame these people, nor does he complain about heaven or earth. It's all his own fault, his cause and his effect. He takes full responsibility and will never shirk it!

It's not that these people are narrow-minded or harbor envy and hatred; what wrong could they possibly have done? It's just that Hong Yuan was born with an exceptionally handsome appearance!
Even now, though he wears only a simple blue robe and has been down on his luck for a year, it does not diminish his handsome appearance and natural, refined demeanor.

Among this group of handsome young men, saying "standing out from the crowd" would be too arrogant, but one can humbly say that he has taken the lead!

Amidst the clamor, lights suddenly lit up in the surrounding pavilions and corridors, instantly forming a dazzling, fiery dragon.

A few gasps of surprise rang out from the crowd, and at the same time, a clear sound pierced the air, like a clear spring leaping over a rock, echoing throughout the garden.

As if it were a signal, the hook-nosed youth leaning against the pillar twitched his ears, suddenly opened his eyes, and took a few big strides to squeeze towards the lakeside.

Yang Lie, who was standing beside him, didn't care about Hong Yuan at this moment. He took long strides to catch up and looked up at the center of the lake.

Several other people acted in the same manner as Yang Lie and his companion. Recalling Yang Lie's earlier words, Hong Yuan guessed that these people should be 'old-timers' of the Immortal Realm, while most of the remaining people, like himself, were newcomers visiting for the first time.

Naturally, a handsome newcomer looked puzzled and asked, "Guys, what are you doing?"

"Hehe! Fairy Miaoyun has arrived. Even though I have been to the fairy realm several times, I don't always have the opportunity to listen to Fairy Miaoyun's celestial music. I am truly blessed this time."

Among the 'elderly', a man in his thirties with thick eyebrows and big eyes, exclaimed in admiration.

"Quiet!" the hook-nosed youth shouted, his sharp eyes sweeping across the room before he coldly snorted, "Stop arguing! Anyone who disturbs the fairy's enjoyment will not be spared!"

Fairy of Enchanting Melodies!

Are we about to see cultivators?
Hong Yuan couldn't help but feel a mix of trepidation and anticipation as he looked at the scenic lake with complicated emotions.

It was nearing dusk, and the sky was gradually darkening. The faint glow of the sunset shone through the clouds, but it brought little warmth or light. It was an autumn evening, and a gentle breeze swept across the small lake, creating ripples that brought a sudden chill to the air.

Suddenly, layers of thin mist, perhaps carried by the wind, spread across the lake, as if the lake were wearing a light, milky-white veil.

Amidst the swirling mist, a faint, ethereal voice seemed to chant softly, while the waves surged and rippled, moistening the swaying flowers and trees along the lakeside.

On the misty water, a quiet and elegant stone pavilion suddenly appeared in the center of the lake, about seven or eight zhang away, as if it had appeared out of thin air, descending from a celestial paradise to the mortal world.

"Ah!" This extraordinary scene once again drew gasps of astonishment from many people.

Ok?
Hong Yuan's eyes flickered as he glanced at the people around him. Seeing that most of them looked awe and shock, he turned to look at the stone pavilion that had suddenly appeared in the center of the lake, his brows furrowing slightly.

The mist originated from the center of the lake and instantly spread outwards, obscuring everyone's vision. Hong Yuan, however, saw it clearly. His gaze pierced through the veil-like mist, revealing that the stone pavilion had rapidly emerged from the lakebed within a breath or two!

He also heard a 'crackling' sound coming from the bottom of the lake, guessing that it was the sound of some kind of mechanism rubbing together.

"Fairyland? Fairy Maiden?" Hong Yuansheng had some doubts.

"Moreover, even at a distance of more than 20 meters, and with the fog obstructing the view, it's not just that I can see clearly, but I can also hear some sounds from the bottom of the lake. That's amazing! When did my eyesight and hearing become so good?"

"Transmigration perks? Enhanced my senses, or perhaps improved my physical abilities?"

The 'self' in my memory suffered from 'shortsightedness', which is nearsightedness, even though I was young, because I had been studying hard for many years and immersed in books and exercises. Although it was not too serious, where did I get such strong eyesight?

Ultimately, it's a good thing.

Hong Yuan pondered to himself.

　It's too hot, I'll just keep writing!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)