Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Not to mention that they just raised me into a playboy, even if I really became some kind of ruthless villain, wouldn't I still be a mortal?"

Zhao Yuanchen's face turned increasingly pale. "Be it resentment or jealousy, Yuan Xi draws energy into her body, so she has a natural sense of perception. She also cultivates her body, so her Dharma body is strong... Even if I were to deceive myself and want to harm my own sister, I don't know what method I would use!"

"Grandpa Uncle, maybe you think that Grandma might not have the same idea, but why did she simply stop looking after me when I hadn't detected my spiritual roots back then?"

"Others just think that Yuanxi has a bright future and doesn't need me, the breeding tool originally planned. Now that I think about it, there may be good intentions behind it."

"Yuan Xi and I were born from the same mother. How bad can my innate intelligence be? Grandma didn't want to teach me because she didn't want me to be too smart and think too deeply about everything!"

"To put it bluntly, in today's world, the more ambitious a mortal is, the less happy his life will be!"

"Look at what kind of life Grandma lived. In her last few years, she was as gloomy as a ghost from the underworld. Every time I passed by her bedroom, I shuddered..."

"Even if you have made all the plans, and the cultivators don't care, a single spell will still end everything..."

"It's better to just be confused and muddle through life."

Zhao Yuanchen had read a lot of cautionary tales and secular classics over the past ten years. Most of them were secretly arranged by Jing Yu, who hoped that his nephew and grandson could find his own way. Unfortunately, the effect was not good, but he did absorb a little bit after all. Now, he has made some progress in understanding the world and human nature, and he even said such words.

Zhao Yuanchen stood up and couldn't help shedding tears:

"Uncle, you and Yuan Xi have been secretly helping and encouraging me over the years. How could I not know this? It's just that Yuan Chen would rather be dull and always pretend not to know."

"A mortal drawing talismans earns one spirit stone a year, assembling puppets earns one spirit stone and thirty spirit coins a year, and turning the soil for spiritual plants earns fifty spirit coins a year... How many spirit stones can my uncle earn by refining a furnace of foundation-building pills?"

"When the Qigong practitioners in Xiaoyao Immortal City talk about Zhao Yuanxi from Xuanjingju, they always give her a thumbs-up and respectfully address her as 'Fairy Yuanxi'. They all say that she has great potential in the future of foundation building. Those who are lucky enough to enter her already secretly address her as 'Master'!"

"Speaking of my mortal brother, the gatekeeper of Xuanjingju just curled his lips and said that he was just a piece of useless mud."

"I'd like to ask, even if mud is propped up against a wall, what good does it do? Isn't it still mud?"

"In my early years, I envied Yuan Xi. I envied the prestige of the cultivators, and the power to decide life and death over mortals and low-level cultivators."

"Now I still envy Yuan Xi, just because she has that spiritual root! But it's not because of the spiritual root that she can enter the immortal path, but because of the spiritual root, she has a reason in this life to concentrate on doing something."

"Even if one has the lowest-grade spiritual roots, and lives a life of mediocrity, their cultivation level is just stuck at the third level of Qi training. Or, with a bit more diligence and luck, they can reach the ninth level of Qi training, buy a scrap foundation-building pill, try to build their foundation, and then fail, their dantian explodes, and they die."

"Isn't that also a solid life?"

"But if I don't have this spiritual root, I'll be just a mortal for the rest of my life. I can either raise a few heirs and pin all my hopes on them, or live in a muddleheaded state, unable to do anything!"

"Uncle, Yuan Chen used to like going to the flower shop to get drunk in his early years, but in recent years he has been practicing bodybuilding intermittently, and he no longer has the energy to drink flower wine. As for mortal skills, political theories, military strategies, poetry and songs, he has no interest in them at all."

Jing Yu was stunned on the spot. In his early years, he had put a lot of effort into changing Zhao Yuanchen's fate. He wanted to turn this short-lived dandy into a different person, but he had never thought of asking Zhao Yuanchen himself what kind of fate he wanted.

Zhao Yuanxi sighed. She had given her brother many suggestions before, but she felt that it was impossible to improve him, so she gradually gave up. Today's words made her look at Zhao Yuanchen with a new respect. So she asked softly, "Brother, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I...I...I don't know."

Zhao Yuanchen spoke so many words in one breath. His blood was boiling in his head, but now that he had calmed down, his face suddenly turned pale and he was at a loss. "In short, in short, I don't want to stay in Wushan Market, nor do I want to go back to Xiaoyao Fairy City..."

"I am a mortal, and I don't want to be with monks!"

"Then you want to go to the mortal world? At worst, I can choose a mortal country and let you become king or emperor. Are you satisfied?" Jing Yu said in a deep voice.

"I don't want to be the emperor either. The Zhao family was already a royal family when they were still in the mortal world. Do they still need an emperor like me?"

Zhao Yuanchen shook his head like a rattle and said bitterly, "Besides, you also said that my fourth uncle said frankly before his death that being an emperor was indeed not a happy thing..."

"So what do you want to do?"

"The world is so big, I want to go see it!"

Zhao Yuanchen stammered, "If possible, I, I...I want to go back to Zhao State first."

"This matter is simple. I will take you back." Jing Yu thought that Zhao Yuanchen was going to do something, breathed a sigh of relief, and said.

"I want to walk back by myself!"

"Grandma took my father and aunt on a long journey eastward in search of immortals. Now that I have the power to cultivate my body, why can't I go west and return home?"

Zhao Yuanchen exclaimed, "In my life, I've either been confined to Wushan Market or Xiaoyao Immortal City. I've witnessed the prosperity of the immortal world, but I'm completely clueless about the mundane world... How can a mortal who has never been to the mundane world be like that?"

"How can you, a first-level body cultivator, return to Zhao after crossing thousands of mountains and valleys for 200,000 miles?" Jing Yu frowned. "Let alone the evil cultivators you might encounter along the way, even a Xiantian Grandmaster would be enough to give a half-baked body cultivator like you a hard time."

"I'll just consider myself dead on the road. What's the difference between that and living to be seventy or eighty and dying on a sickbed? Maybe it's better." A pleading look flashed in Zhao Yuanchen's eyes.

Jing Yu looked at Zhao Yuanchen, and suddenly his mind flashed with the image of himself in his previous life dragging his tired body to and from get off work, and a touch of emotion flashed through his heart.

So his tone softened: "Okay."

Then it turned into a streak of light and disappeared on the spot.

Zhao Yuanxi and Zhao Yuanchen were a little at a loss because of Jing Yu's sudden departure. After a quarter of an hour, Jing Yu's escape light fell back here, holding a small young golden-haired demon ape with a headband in his hand.

"What is this?" Zhao Yuanchen stared at the demon ape, somewhat confused.

Jing Yu threw the golden-haired demon ape to the ground. The demon ape seemed to be wild and untamed. It bared its teeth and roared at Jing Yu, and was about to pounce on him!

Jing Yu flipped his right hand and pulled out a golden bell. He shook it a few times, and the headband on the golden demon ape's head suddenly tightened, causing the demon ape to roll on the ground in pain...