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"...You...achieved it?"

“Yes, it’s all come true.” Yarman nodded matter-of-factly. With the strength of an Outer God, ruling over a vast world, his mother still alive, two wives, several old friends, and a group of reliable and powerful subordinates, isn’t his life perfect enough? All his pursuits have been achieved.

Now there's only one optional goal left: to successfully reach the level of Azathoth.

After staring at Yarman for a long time, Lin Shu suddenly couldn't help but laugh. He pointed at him and burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, you really are... I don't even know what to say. You haven't even become an immortal yet, how come you've already achieved the goal of becoming an immortal ancestor? Do you really think that defeating an immortal-level divine power makes you an immortal?"

Seeing Lin Shu laughing, Yarman and Im beside him exchanged a smile, without explaining anything. They were just strangers who met by chance, and their being together was purely due to the powerful forces and techniques behind Lin Shu.

“Brother Dao’s cultivation is indeed profound, but it is still no match for immortals. You should know that if you don’t become an immortal, you will always be a mortal. The difference between immortals and mortals is like the difference between clouds and mud. That leader’s supernatural powers are indeed powerful, but any immortal could easily destroy him with a flick of his wrist.” Lin Shu continued, trying to change Yarman’s mind.

Listening to his words, Yarman nodded noncommittally. What the other person said was indeed true. The gap between a legend and a ruler was indeed incredibly large, but it was not insurmountable.

As an Outer God, what is an insurmountable chasm to ordinary people is nothing more than a small crack on flat ground to him. If he wanted, he could cross it in a hundred different ways, or even patch up the crack.

Seeing that the other party didn't take it seriously, Lin Shu could only sigh and say no more. "Alright, let's go."

"Alright, let's go!"

…………

Afternoon, at the city gate.

Standing in front of the city gate, Yarman looked at Lin Shu behind him and said, "I'm starting to regret bringing you along. You're too weak; you can't even keep up with our pace."

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Lin Shu rested her hands on her knees, her head, covered in sweat, slightly raised. "Is this the speed at which you're traveling? This is clearly the speed at which you're fleeing for your lives! Seven hundred miles in just one hour! Are you being chased by immortals?"

He casually pulled him up and headed towards the city gate. "Hurry up, I have things to do!"

"What is it?"

"We need to give the gang leader's corpse to someone in exchange for the martial arts technique he possesses," Yareman said as he walked. He glanced at Lin Shu in his hand. "You come along too, you can help me hold them off. By the way, you're not married yet, are you? You look like a bachelor."

"...I am single-mindedly pursuing the Tao, and I have no worldly thoughts."

"That's good. Maybe we'll get to eat meat today."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

The three of them arrived at a den of iniquity. To Lin Shu's astonishment, Yarman pulled him along and led Im straight into the den of iniquity. Without stopping, the three of them went straight to the eleventh floor.

Before Yarman could even push open the door and step inside, a voice came from within.

"Hahaha, Brother Mu, please come in directly. There's no need for formalities."

Pushing open the door, Yarman tossed Lin Shu aside, took out the gang leader's corpse and the Soul Banner, which he had half-destroyed with a single punch, from his spatial magic artifact. "Here's what you wanted."

After examining the corpse and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the young man nodded in satisfaction and tossed a box in front of Yarman. "These are all the basic cultivation techniques and fragments of techniques I've collected. They're all yours."

“Okay, then we’re off.” Yarman packed up his suitcase and turned to leave, but was immediately stopped by the man.

"No need to rush, Brother Mu, I haven't even finished being your host yet!" The young man stepped forward enthusiastically and stuffed a jade token into his hand. "Tonight, Brother Mu, I'll pay for your expenses at this establishment."

Yalman nodded as if he had expected this, pulled Lin Shu to his side, and stuffed the jade pendant into his hand. "As for me, forget it. This is my good friend, Lin Shu. Let him go have fun."

"me……"

"Go ahead and have fun, I'll just leave it at that." Yarman patted Lin Shu on the shoulder, then turned to look at Im, who was still smiling broadly. "Let's go back."

“Okay!” Im smiled and nodded, then led Yarman down the stairs. Seeing this, Lin Shu hesitated for a long time while holding the jade pendant in her hand, and then ran up after them.

The three of them arrived at the gate, and Lin Shu couldn't help but ask, "Why are you giving this to me?"

“After all, it was his kind offer, and I didn’t want to refuse, but I can’t go, so I’ll have to ask you for help.” Yarman glanced at Im standing not far away and patted him hard on the shoulder. “Don’t ask so many questions. Just do me a favor, okay?”

"……Row."

Chapter 329: My Daoist Partner Can Fight Even Better Than Me

Carefully taking out the box, Yarman gently took out a cultivation manual from it, sat down at the table, and began to read it attentively, wanting to see if there were any new ideas he hadn't thought of before.

"Should we prepare dinner?"

“Okay.” Yarman replied without looking up. He frowned slightly and stared at the screen for a moment before suddenly looking up. “Have you ever tried cooking in your world before?”

“Yes, but that was almost a thousand years ago.” Im slowly sat down opposite him, her eyes filled with a hint of nostalgia. She said with emotion, “At that time, our relationship with the Great Kingdom deteriorated rapidly. In just over ten days, we were already at the point of being on the verge of war.”

"The situation changed too quickly. We didn't even have time to prepare before the war started. The only remaining cooks were sent to cook for the soldiers. We, the high-ranking officers in command in the rear, had to fend for ourselves."

"Although we were high-ranking officials, resources were scarce at the time. What good things could we have? We only had fast food, such as instant noodles, military rations, soda crackers, canned meat, and the best we could get were semi-finished dishes."

“As the leader, I am still guaranteed three semi-finished dishes for each meal.” Im said, scratching his head nostalgically. “My cooking skills were honed back then. After all, they are semi-finished dishes, so they still need to be processed before they can be eaten.”

After listening to Im's words, Yarman pondered for a moment, "So, your cooking skills actually all come from emergency battlefield preparations and semi-finished foods."

"Yes, what's wrong?" Im asked matter-of-factly. It was only because the situation was so urgent and there was a shortage of all kinds of personnel that she had to personally solve the problem of meals. Later, when the situation eased up, the chef was immediately provided.

A world leader's time is not his personal property, but a global resource. It would be a waste of the world's resources for him to spend all his time dealing with various daily chores.

"Does becoming the world administrator mean you'll have to cook and clean for yourself every day?"

“You’re right.” Yarman nodded in agreement. He thought about his own situation. He hadn’t cooked in a long time. The last time he cooked was when Canaan was first established. At that time, Canaan had nothing and had to cook for itself to make something barely edible.

Thinking of this, he slowly said, "It seems neither of us can cook. How about we go out to eat?"

"Then tell me, where to go?"

"How about... sigh, I don't know either, I just got here." Yarman looked at the sky, "How about we go out and find a restaurant? There should still be quite a few open at this hour."

"Okay, let's go then."

…………

Walking down the street with Im by the hand, Yarman glanced around absentmindedly, seemingly lost in thought.

"What's on your mind now?" Im asked, looking at him.

“Yes, I suddenly thought of something.” Yarman turned to look at Im, and said with some doubt, “These cultivators’ goal is to live forever, which is fine. It’s a biological instinct to want to live longer, which is normal. But, with such a long lifespan, what do they want to do?”

Upon hearing this, Im pondered for a moment, "To pursue higher laws? To continue cultivating?"

“Cultivating the Tao is for longevity, and longevity is for cultivating the Tao for even longer. Don’t you find that strange?” Yarman walked slowly down the street, saying as he went, “Cultivating the Tao is no longer a means, but has become an end.”

"Now that I think about it, we world administrators aren't the most absurd. The most absurd are those cultivators who cultivate for the sake of cultivation, who live for the sake of living. What's the essential difference between that and being dead?"

“I think most cultivators don’t think as deeply as you do,” Im said calmly, holding his hand. “For them, immortality is actually an impossible goal. They haven’t even achieved this goal, so why would they think about what to do after they achieve immortality?”

"Don't even think about going out to sea if you don't even have a boat yet."

“So that makes sense.” Yarman thought for a moment and nodded seriously. For 99.99% of the extraordinary beings in the multiverse, immortality is actually an impossible goal. They have already exhausted all their efforts to achieve immortality, so how could they have time to think about what happens after immortality?

Im asked with some curiosity, "Why did you suddenly think of this question?"

“I just chatted with Lin Shu and then I thought of it,” Yarman said seriously. “Don’t even mention immortality, I have already achieved eternal life. It’s just that there have been too many things to do recently. There will definitely be fewer things to do in the future. I’ve also been thinking about what I should do with my long life.”

Im smiled slightly, "I think you don't need to consider this matter."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because you are the administrator of Terra, you won't have time... Your life will be very fulfilling."

"...That's true, how could those people possibly keep me idle?"

…………

The next day, the den of iniquity.

"Then we'll take our leave." Yarman slowly stood up and left the den of iniquity with Im beside him. Behind them was Lin Shu, whose steps were slightly unsteady but whose spirits were very high.

"You're welcome to come often in the future!"

The three of them walked out of the den of iniquity together. Yarman turned around and looked at Lin Shu, who seemed a little reluctant to leave, and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to live forever and become an immortal? You've fallen so low so quickly?"

"Well... immortality is certainly the ultimate goal, but on the road to achieving it, you always need some spice." Lin Shu said with a righteous expression, "Besides, if I don't have any hobbies or interests, what am I supposed to do after I achieve immortality? Cultivate Taoism every day?"

"So, this is the hobby you've chosen?" Yarman pointed to the lavish mansion behind him and asked with a playful expression.

"This, this, this...this is a seasoning!"

"Whatever you want. Anyway, you'll be paying for it yourself when you come here from now on."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shu nodded, then suddenly asked, "Brother Mu, have you never been to a place like this before?"

“Me? I don’t need it.” Yarman held Im’s hand and looked at him calmly, saying, “Only people like you who don’t have a Daoist partner come to these places. People like me who have a Daoist partner don’t come here.”

"Huh? Is there a conflict? Why can't someone with a Daoist partner come?"

"Because my Daoist partner's cultivation level is higher than mine."

"I see, I understand now." Lin Shu nodded knowingly. "So, where do we go now?"

"Where to? I'll take you home! Where else do you want to go?"

"I think we can walk back slowly, visit more cities, and travel back as we go."

Chapter 330: Another eccentric with a uniquely imaginative mind

three months later.

"This is your sect? It looks alright." Yarman stood in front of a huge stone gate, gazing at the ethereal holy land before him, comparing it with the style of the cultivation world where Lin Yi was.

The two don't look that different; the biggest difference is the people inside.

"Brother Mu, come with me into the sect. After I explain to my master, I'll give you a number for the Scripture Pavilion. You can look at as many basic cultivation techniques as you want," Lin Shu said confidently. As he spoke, he took out a jade token from his pocket, held it in his hand, and walked towards the stone gate.

Just as he reached the stone gate, a ripple flashed in the air, and then the magic hidden in the void in front of the stone gate returned to calm, allowing the three of them to enter the world inside the stone gate.

Following behind Lin Shu, Yarman calmly walked into the stone gate. Sensing the sudden surge in energy concentration, he said with some surprise, "The energy... the spiritual energy concentration here is quite high, even higher than those government offices in the city. Can ordinary creatures still survive here?"

"In this sacred land, not a single living being is an ordinary mortal. How can a mere government office compare to the sacred land?" Lin Shu said with a hint of pride, pointing to the tangled weeds beside him. "Even these useless weeds are rare and precious spiritual herbs, if they were outside!"

Yarman glanced at the weeds beside him and casually looked away. The creatures here were indeed generally more resilient than those in the outside world, but in his opinion, that was all. In terms of the quality of life, where in the multiverse could compare to his mother’s personal world?

The mountains and fields were filled with ruler-level life forms, and there were even outer god-level life forms. Even the materials for his new body were selected and smelted from the God Realm of Life.

Seeing that Yarman remained calm, Lin Shu did not react. In his opinion, these were nothing out of the ordinary.

“By the way, Lin Shu, there’s something I want to ask you.” Yarman suddenly asked, “It’s about this… area, what organization is in charge of it, and what kind of government offices are there?”

"Well, on the surface, the Great Xuan Dynasty rules, but in reality, it's a joint rule between the Great Xuan Dynasty and various holy lands. Every year, the holy lands send a large number of cultivators to serve in the dynasty." Lin Shu said, slowly stroking his chin. "Speaking of which, I might have to go and take up a post soon too."

"A new position? What will you be doing there?"

"Either you join the army and become a military cultivator, or you enter the imperial court and serve as a garrison commander of a prefecture." Lin Shu thought for a moment, then turned to look at the two people behind her. "After all, I'm almost an immortal, aren't I? By the way, are you interested in entering the imperial court?"

No. ×2

Hearing their unanimous answers, Lin Shu shook her head with a hint of regret. "That would be a real shame. With your abilities, if you were to enter the court, you would at least be the governor of a prefecture, or the governor of the four regions, touring the entire country, or even be transferred to the capital to protect the capital region."

Upon hearing this, Yarman smiled slightly, "In this world, there is no organization qualified for me to serve."

The three walked and talked, and soon arrived in front of a Taoist palace. Lin Shu stepped forward with the jade token in his hand. Before he could speak, the gate of the Taoist palace opened automatically, and a faint voice came from inside.

"Come in, and please come in with the two fellow Daoists outside as well."

Yarman led Im into the palace without hesitation. Upon entering, they were greeted by three lifelike statues of gods. In front of the statues was a simple and unadorned incense burner with three sticks of burning incense sticks inserted in it. Wisps of smoke rose gently from the burning incense and dissipated into the air.

Beneath the incense burner was a black-lacquered rosewood table. In front of the table was a futon, upon which sat a handsome young man in a Taoist robe. Noticing their arrival, he opened his eyes, stood up, and bowed to Yarman and the other man, saying, "Fellow Daoists, your arrival is a great honor. Please forgive my lack of hospitality."

"Master!"

"This humble disciple was able to survive thanks to your protection, thank you very much." The Taoist said with a smile, "This humble disciple agrees to your conditions, I have agreed to them all."

Looking at the young Taoist priest in front of him, Yarman carefully examined his face, then looked at the three statues in the center of the hall, and suddenly noticed something: the faces of the three statues were exactly the same as the man in front of him!

This guy's pretty savvy, worshipping himself.

Yarman thought to himself, but calmly replied, "Yes, thank you." After saying that, he continued to look at the statue and the Taoist priest standing in front of it, who gave him a very strange feeling.

The energy reaction within his body was terrifying; he had definitely become a Dominator, and might even have touched the edge of becoming a faction leader-level Dominator. But... he was all form and no spirit; he felt like a living corpse.

No, it should be described as a living corpse that has been dead for a long time.

The three statues in front of him were even stranger. He was certain that these three statues were just statues, and their bodies were made of clay, but they were unexpectedly full of divine charm. Although they were made of clay, they were like living people with flesh and blood.

Seeing that Yarman was silently scrutinizing him, the young Taoist smiled slightly. He looked at Lin Shu beside him and said, "Your injuries are not fully healed yet. Go and rest first. Don't delay any longer."

"But, Master..."

"Go ahead," the Taoist said gently. "I have some things to discuss with my two fellow Taoists."

"……Yes."

Watching Lin Shu leave the main hall, Yarman suddenly said, "Which one is you? Is it this flesh and blood body of yours, or the three statues behind you, or one of them?"

"It was all me." The Taoist calmly sat back down on the futon, his eyes as still as water.