I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

Although this place is not suitable for this employee, Mingxian has no intention of giving her to other god-slayers.

Although Fan Xinglu is over a thousand years old, Barutosik is only over eighty.

However, Fan Xinglu can live for a long time and enjoys a relatively large degree of freedom, unlike Barutosik, who is old and frail and has been imprisoned for thirty years with no freedom whatsoever.

It's better to be a servant in Voban than a prisoner in this world.

At least he can continue to pursue the truth...

Thinking about it this way, I realize I'm such a good person!

Fan Xinglu continued, "In my observation, the birth of a transcendent requires the support of Heaven, Earth, and Man."

"The right time, the right place, and the right people."

"Without any one of these three elements, one cannot transcend fate."

"The Knights' War was too short, and I had very little time to observe other worlds, but I still found two special worlds."

"There is a world with something like the Heavenly Gate. After transcending fate, the humans there are corrected by the power of fate. They can only abandon their physical bodies, pass through the Heavenly Gate, and ascend to the Immortal Realm..."

Mingxian interjected, "The realm of life and immortality, higher dimensions, the spiritual world, the Netherworld, in short, it's that kind of place."

According to Fan Xinglu's description, the world she saw was somewhat similar to World 235.

Although some immortal beings who transcend fate have also been born, they can only abandon their physical bodies and go to the Netherworld to enjoy immortality in their own domain.

Those who refuse to abandon their physical bodies, then die before the corrective power of fate!

“There is another world,” Fan Xinglu continued. “In that world, there are also beings who can break free from fate, not through magic, but through martial arts… I would say qigong.”

“In that world, spiritualists call these transcendent beings ‘demons’ in the West and ‘immortals’ in the East.”

"Although the spirit has transcended fate, it has nowhere to go but to remain in the body, and one day it will die in the long river of time."

"Or assimilate with the 'myths' that circulate on the earth, become monsters in the myths, wander the earth, and eventually completely dissipate into spirits."

Hearing this, Mingxian understood.

"You want to try other dungeons; you're tired of this one!"

"Oh, can the young man understand?"

“I understand. I also had the idea of ​​going to run the 235th world dungeon because I was bored.”

"That's wonderful! I had only been waiting quietly for the Knights' War to end because I had lost interest, so I could explore the mysteries and find a way to other worlds."

The two hit it off as they chatted, as if they had found a long-lost confidant.

Their words were filled with resonance and understanding, and time slipped away quietly amidst laughter and joy. Before they knew it, an unforgettable night had passed.

As dawn broke and sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room, Mingxian, who had been getting along very well with Fan Xinglu, made this promise to her with a determined look in his eyes.

"If I can truly find a way to bestow divine blood upon others, I will definitely give this power to you, so that you will have the opportunity to experience the joy of 'becoming an immortal through martial arts'."

Sitting on Mingxian's lap, Fan Xinglu gently swung her legs, her face beaming with a childlike, innocent smile. She replied expectantly, "I will definitely have a good match with you then, and I will make you feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction!"

"Stardew, you're amazing!"

Mingxian happily grabbed Fan Xinglu's waist with both hands, and with a gentle lift, he raised her high and spun her around in the air.

"You're treating me like a child."

Fan Xinglu said nonchalantly, revealing her pearly teeth as she looked into Mingxian's eyes.

"Hahaha--"

Their laughter mingled together, clear and melodious like silver bells, echoing throughout the room.

It's less a tacit understanding based on shared ideals and more a mutual appreciation based on shared flaws.

……

In the Huangchen Hall, during the audience.

This is where Fan Xinglu strategizes and plots; every brick and tile seems to be engraved with the ever-changing fortunes of Jielong.

As the student council president of Jielong, Fan Xinglu has a heavy burden on her shoulders, but even in the midst of trivial tasks, she can find enjoyment and turn them into a bright spot in her life.

At this moment, Zhao Hufeng stood quietly in the audience room, wearing the Jielong uniform. She was petite, with a gentle and dignified face, long hair like a waterfall, and an appearance like a girl next door, gentle and lovely.

In reality, he was Fan Xinglu's prized disciple, known for his physical skills, and a true man.

Zhao Hufeng had been waiting there for a long time, feeling both helpless about his master's temperament and filled with an indescribable loyalty and respect.

Just as he was lost in thought, Fan Xinglu arrived late, as usual.

The only difference was that she had a boy by her side.

The two acted intimately, like an older brother taking his younger sister for a stroll.

"Oh, Hu Feng, you've arrived already?" Fan Xinglu's voice was clear and melodious. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Upon hearing the sound, Zhao Hufeng stood up, knelt on one knee, and performed the ancient Chinese greeting of cupping his fists in a respectful gesture, his doubts barely concealed.

"Who is this?"

Fan Xinglu nodded slightly, her eyes filled with joy.

"This is a new friend of mine. Although he is young, he is very intelligent. I originally wanted him to witness my martial arts, but considering my young age, I can only trouble my disciple."

After speaking, she pointed to the seat next to the carved pear wood table, indicating that Mingxian should sit down and wait a moment.

Mingxian nodded slightly and calmly took his seat.

Fan Xinglu sat directly on Mingxian's lap, swinging her legs and waiting listlessly.

This scene was like a bolt from the blue for Zhao Hufeng, shaking his worldview.

He watched his master and the boy's intimate interaction, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

what happened?

My master is so intimate with other people.

How can this be?

I must be dreaming...

Zhao Hufeng pinched his face, and only after feeling the pain did he dare to confirm that it wasn't a dream.

Calm down, calm down, let's find the time machine first...

No!

Zhao Hufeng suddenly stood up and asked, "Master, who exactly is this person?!"

Mingxian raised his eyelids and said seriously, "Actually, there were small-scale falling star showers before the falling star showers, and there were also star vein generations, who were called magicians and immortals at that time."

"Xinglu is an immortal who existed in the world during the Tang Dynasty. She accumulated her strength through the art of immortality, and her current body is a product of the transformation after the reincarnation technique."

"I was her husband in ancient times, but we separated for various reasons."

"Now it's time to rekindle our past relationship."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fan Xinglu observed Zhao Hufeng's reaction with great interest. She saw his face turn red, then blue, and then green, which was quite amusing.

"Aaaaaaah!!!!"

Zhao Hufeng let out a loud scream.

He believed it.

Just as I was feeling dizzy and disoriented, the door opened slightly, and two very different figures stepped in one after the other.

The first person to enter had eyes as sharp as a hawk's and a resolute face. Even through his clothes, the strong physique he exuded was enough to make people feel a force that could not be underestimated.

Following closely behind was a woman with long, light brown, wavy hair. Her features were delicate, her profile deep, and her appearance outstanding, with a touch of mystery and nobility of European descent.

She wore the uniform of Kairyu Academy, which was quite daring and revealing, perfectly showcasing her graceful figure and fair skin. Her skin was as clear and translucent as dew on a summer morning, exuding the unique charm and allure of a mature woman.

But beneath this beauty lies a subtle, almost imperceptible languor.

It was Fan Xinglu's eldest disciple, Wu Xiaohui, and second disciple, Cecily Wang.

As soon as the two entered, they instinctively bowed, but suddenly froze halfway through.

Fan Xinglu's posture of sitting on a boy's lap is really too impactful!

Fan Xinglu, however, was in a good mood. She swung her leg under the table and pointed at Wu Xiaohui, saying, "This is my most prized disciple, and also my most incompetent disciple."

"If the so-called apprentice refers to inheriting the skills of one's master, then this kid is definitely the best in this regard."

"My young body is not able to satisfy you, so let Xiaohui keep you company."

Mingxian: "..."

Is there something wrong with what you said?

“I can’t accept this!”

Zhao Hufeng roared passionately, "Master's ancient husband? That's already outrageous! But compared to that, Master is only nine years old! How can this be? If we're going to continue our relationship, we should at least wait until he's an adult!"

Wu Xiaohui paused for a moment, then seemed to understand something, and clasped her hands in greeting to Mingxian: "Greetings, Master."

"So that's how it is. This is truly astonishing." Cecily lazily opened her eyes, showing no sign of being frightened.

I feel like the joke went a bit too far.

Mingxian then spoke up: "I was just talking nonsense. I'm not some ancient immortal. I only met Xinglu yesterday."

Zhao Hufeng stood there stunned for a moment before asking in confusion, "But what are you doing...?"

The three of them simultaneously sized up Mingxian and Fan Xinglu.

The girl sat happily on Mingxian's lap, which seemed a little too intimate.

Mingxian explained, "It's nothing, I just think Xinglu is amazing. Her love for battle and her inextinguishable fighting spirit are truly top-notch!"

"You have a great eye, kid!" Fan Xinglu praised with a smile. "Not only do you have a discerning eye, but you also have an instinct to pursue victory. You're simply a born warrior, and you're the person who can satisfy me the most."

"Of course, I am a warrior who has traversed the apocalypse and eternal calamity. Stardew is the real powerhouse. Her fighting spirit is like wine, the longer it ages, the better it gets. It's a pity we can't savor it now."

"That's the advantage of living a long life, you get to meet interesting people like you!"

The two of them, in this way, used words as the wind and admiration as the boat, to sail into each other's hearts.

Mingxian and Fan Xinglu repeatedly expressed their feelings for each other.