Traveling through the Immortal Realm: Starting from Becoming a Top-Level Furnace Cauldron

Lu Yuguan froze instantly, his mind going completely blank.

Zhong Ziwei straightened up, looking at his dazed expression with gentle eyes.

"you……"

Lu Yuguan snapped back to reality, his face instantly turning bright red, as if burning. "You...why did you..."

He was rambling incoherently, his fingers gripping the pillow tightly.

Zhong Ziwei looked at his flustered appearance and seemed to find it amusing. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, but a hint of bitterness appeared on his face.

“Baby, we’ve been married for a long time,” he said softly, “so don’t overthink it.”

Lu Yuguan's eyes widened in disbelief.

Get... get married?

With him?

Zhong Ziwei?

How can it be?

He had no impression at all.

“You’ve just forgotten,” Zhong Ziwei said with a self-deprecating laugh, looking at his blank expression. “The doctor said your memory is still stuck in high school.”

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have pressured you."

"Let's take it slow."

After saying that, he gave Lu Yuguan a deep look, then turned and left the room.

The door was gently closed.

Lu Yuguan remained in the same position for a long time.

The burning sensation on my face gradually subsided, but my mind was in complete turmoil.

marry?

He and Zhong Ziwei?

When did this happen?

Why doesn't he remember?

What happened between Li Ziming and Jin Xiaoxiao?

Jiang Cong's anxious and angry face, Zhong Ziwei's gentle attitude, and what illness he had this time...

wrong.

Lu Yuguan suddenly stood up, his whole body covered in cold sweat.

Shouldn't he first find a way to escape the illusion?

How did I become so addicted to this place?

Even though he did want to return to the real world, Lu Yuguan knew clearly that he was in an illusion.

Otherwise, why would I be with Zhong Ziwei?

Thinking of this, Lu Yu felt a chill run down her spine.

"Could it be that when I threw myself into Zhong Ziwei's arms, the illusion was also distorted?"

"Alas……"

"This is just too twisted!"

The next morning, Zhong Ziwei pushed his wheelchair and knocked on the door to come in.

Lu Yuguan glanced at it: "I can walk by myself."

"Don't be stubborn," Zhong Ziwei gently supported his buttocks, his breath brushing against his ear, "You are a patient, you should listen to the doctor and get some rest."

Lu Yuguan's ears turned bright red.

He shrank his neck, trying to avoid the tickling sensation.

"Don't……"

The sound was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

Zhong Ziwei chuckled softly, his breath brushing against his neck: "What's there to be shy about?"

Lu Yu missed a beat.

For a moment, I felt that this tone... sounded a bit like someone?

Zhong Ziwei gently lifted him up and placed him on the wheelchair.

"Let's go downstairs for dinner."

*

The restaurant was dazzlingly luxurious, with long tables large enough to seat more than ten people.

The maids and the housekeeper stood on either side, bowing respectfully in unison.

Good morning, Mr. Zhong. Good morning, Mr. Lu.

Lu Yuguan felt extremely uncomfortable and muttered, "Let's get rid of them."

He tugged at Zhong Ziwei's sleeve.

Zhong Ziwei raised an eyebrow: "Don't you like it?"

“Hmm,” Lu Yuguan lowered his voice, “It’s just a meal, not a coronation.”

Zhong Ziwei chuckled: "It seems he has indeed become sober."

"What do you mean?"

“Just a few months ago, you were in the hospital saying that the emperor was gone and you were planning to usurp the throne.”

"..."

Lu Yuguan's lips twitched, and he glared at Zhong Ziwei: "Nonsense! Do you think I'm that stupid?"

Zhong Ziwei smiled and patted his head: "Alright, alright, you're not stupid—go down now."

He then raised his hand to signal, and the maids withdrew in an orderly fashion.

Lu Yuguan breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhong Ziwei personally pushed the plate in front of him.

The golden-brown sandwiches are cut into neat triangles.

"Taste it."

"The new chef's skills."

Lu Yuguan stared at the sandwich, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

“You used to hate these foreign things the most.”

Zhong Ziwei paused.

People always change.

He remained calm and pushed the milk glass forward slightly.

The alarm bells in Lu Yu's heart rang loudly.

changed?

That person who would rather eat steamed buns for three days than touch bread?

Ghost letter!

There's definitely something wrong with this world.

After the meal, Zhong Ziwei took the coat.

"I'll go to the company and take a look."

He bent down and ruffled Lu Yuguan's hair: "Stay home obediently and don't run around."

Then, a light kiss landed on her forehead.

Lu Yuguan froze, only snapping back to reality when the door slammed shut.

"Mr. Lu, let me help you." The maid stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair.

"Need not!"

"I can move by myself!"

Lu Yuguan stopped her and tried to stand up, but his legs had been too weak from not moving for a long time, and he sat back down.

Maid: "Sir..."

"I'll move it myself."

Lu Yuguan sighed, turned his wheelchair, and slipped out of the main house.

The estate was ridiculously large, the flowerbeds were meticulously trimmed, and the tree walls were so neatly arranged it looked as if they had been measured with a ruler.

so perfect.

It's so perfect it's almost unreal.

He carefully examined the fountain base, touched the pavilion pillars, and even parted the grass to take a look.

There were no traces of formations.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Nothing at all.

"..."

Lu Yuguan lay slumped in his wheelchair, staring blankly at the fountain, the water droplets sparkling in the sunlight.

"Tong-chan..."

He muttered to himself, "If you don't come out and howl a couple of times soon, I'm going to retire here."

The sun is getting higher.

As Lu Yuguan was dozing off, the sound of an engine grew louder as it approached.

boom……

A black Cayenne pulled up in front of the door.

Zhong Ziwei got out of the car, dressed in a sharp suit.

Lu Yuguan widened his eyes.

Cayenne?

He actually drives a Cayenne?

Zhong Ziwei, who once said that four wheels were a waste, is actually so handsome?

He clicked his tongue in surprise.

This illusion, has even altered his sense of taste?

Why are you outside?

Zhong Ziwei approached and naturally took his hand, saying, "Your hands are so cold."

He frowned, took off his coat, and draped it over Lu Yuguan's shoulders.

"Go back, it's lunch break time."

Lu Yuguan let him push his wheelchair while he frantically made plans in his mind.

Could it be that I developed inner demons when I advanced to the Nascent Soul stage?

But if that's the case, why Zhong Ziwei?

They even got married?

"Ziwei".

He suddenly spoke.

Zhong Ziwei slowed his pace: "Hmm?"

"Are we really married?"

The wheelchair stopped.

Zhong Ziwei turned to face him, gazing intently into Lu Yuguan's eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

"You do not believe?"

Lu Yuguan's eyes flickered: "Husbands and wives should be honest with each other, but you've been hiding something from me, haven't you?"

Zhong Ziwei stared into his eyes.

"Apart from receiving rehabilitation training, you don't need to worry about anything else."

"I'll tell you everything once it's all over."

Lu Yuguan swallowed hard: "At least... can you tell me if what Jiang Cong said is true or not?"

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Zhong Ziwei paused for a moment and then said, "Yes and no."

"I can guarantee that their lives are not in danger, at least that's what I thought back then."

"At the beginning?"

Lu Yuguan was puzzled.

Zhong Ziwei realized he had said too much, so he immediately shut up and pushed his wheelchair back into the room.

"Can't you just say it clearly?" Lu Yuguan complained. "You only say half of it, leaving people in suspense."

"Save your appetite for dinner."

Zhong Ziwei sighed deeply, "My parents are coming tonight."