Awakening Daily Intelligence Panel, Grind to Become a True Immortal

Three days later, two strangers arrived at a fishing village on the edge of the East China Sea. They rented a small fishing boat, but their spending was uncharacteristically generous.

"Gentlemen, the Guixu Sea lies just ahead." The old boatman pointed tremblingly at the dark sea in the distance. "Seven ships have disappeared there in the past half month."

Xu Xian put a silver ingot into the boatman's hand and said, "Old man, just take us to the cordon. You can row the rest of the way yourself."

As the boat entered the foggy area, Qin Wang suddenly pulled something out of his pocket—it was the petal with the warning written on it. The words on the petal were glowing, and the temperature was rising.

"There's a reaction." Xu Xian narrowed his eyes, "Sure enough, it's here."

Suddenly, a huge whirlpool appeared on the sea ahead. The old boatman was so frightened that he knelt on the boat and kowtowed repeatedly: "The sea god is angry! Let's go back!"

In the center of the vortex, a black mountain slowly rose. Its surface was covered with honeycomb-like holes, each of which flickered with an eerie red light.

"That's not a mountain." Qin Wang's face was solemn. "It's the blood vessels on the surface of the eyeball."

As if to confirm his words, the "mountain" suddenly cracked open—it was clearly the shape of a pupil! The Eye of Guixu had actually materialized in the real world!

The old boatman fainted from fright. Xu Xian hurried to steady the boat, but saw countless translucent tentacles extending from beneath the surface of the sea, wrapping around the boat.

"What should we do now?" Xu Xian smiled bitterly, "We have no spiritual power left."

Qin Wang took off a wine gourd from his waist and said, "Who said that we must use spiritual power to deal with Guixu?"

He pulled out the cork and poured the liquid in the gourd into the sea - it was the "Shaodaozi" made by mixing the eighteen jars of strong liquor they stole from Zuixianlou!

The tentacles immediately retracted as if electrocuted when they touched the alcohol. The dark figure beneath the sea let out a dull roar, and the entire "mountain" shook.

"Now!" Qin Wang pulled Xu Xian up and jumped towards the center of the vortex. In the last moment before falling into darkness, Xu Xian seemed to hear Qin Wang say:

"Brother, this time I'll invite you to go to Guixu for a drink."

Darkness. Endless darkness.

Xu Xian felt like he was falling, yet also rising. The concept of time was meaningless here, and he couldn't even tell if he still had a body.

"Junior brother?" He tried to call out, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

Suddenly, a faint light appeared ahead. It grew closer and closer, and finally turned into a door—a simple wooden door with crooked graffiti drawn on it with charcoal.

Xu Xian pushed open the door and found himself in a familiar thatched cottage. Sitting on the earthen kang (kang), a child of seven or eight was writing and drawing on the ground with a stick.

"This is..." Xu Xian walked closer and saw that the child had drawn a starry sky pattern, in which seventeen light spots were connected by thin lines, forming a simple star chain formation.

The child looked up, revealing a face that looked exactly like Qin Wang's when he was little: "You're finally here."

"Are you the consciousness of the Eye of Guixu?" Xu Xian stepped back warily.

The child shook his head and pointed to his heart: "I am the part that was devoured."

A black liquid suddenly seeped out of the ground and condensed into another child in black. This "child" grinned, his mouth squinting all the way to his ears: "To be precise, we are the Eye of Guixu."

Xu Xian suddenly understood—the Eye of Guixu wasn't an alien entity at all, but the "childlike innocence" separated from the First Supreme! Good thoughts transformed into the Star Chain Array, evil thoughts were sealed in the Star Valley, and the purest curiosity and fear became the Eye of Guixu.

"Why did you create the young man with black pupils? Why did you destroy the seventeen realms?" Xu Xian asked.

The child in black tilted his head. "Because we're bored." His voice suddenly became old. "It's been 30,000 years. We just want someone to play with us."

The white-robed child timidly added, "But as we were playing, we got out of control."

Xu Xian looked at the two "children" and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity. The crisis that nearly destroyed the entire universe was just because of loneliness?

"The game is over now." The black-clad child suddenly said seriously, "You destroyed the Starlink Array. We can no longer see the outside world."

The child in white robes handed over a black crystal: "This is the last bit of power to send you home."

The moment Xu Xian took the crystal, the darkness around him began to collapse. Before his consciousness faded, he heard the last conversation between the two children:

“What’s next?”

"Go to sleep and have a sweet dream"

When Xu Xian opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the beach of a fishing village. The morning sun had just risen over the sea, dyeing the water golden. Not far away, Qin Wang was helping an old boatman repair his damaged boat.

"Awake?" Qin Wang asked without turning his head. "You slept for three whole days."

Xu Xian sat up and found himself holding a black pebble in his palm. There were two indentations on the surface of the stone, like the marks of a child's fingerprints.

"That's it." Qin Wang narrowed his eyes.

"A souvenir." Xu Xian tossed the stone to him. "A gift from Guixu."

The old boatman came over with fish soup, chattering about how lucky they were - the sudden storm swept away more than a dozen boats, and they were the only ones who miraculously survived.

Drinking the fishy and salty fish soup and looking at the calm sea, Xu Xian suddenly smiled: "Actually, being a mortal is not bad."

Qin Wang picked up a branch and drew a crooked star map on the beach. "Want to start over? This time you don't have to be the Supreme, how about opening a martial arts school?"

"You teach swordsmanship, and I teach medicine?"

“Then we go to Zuixianlou for a drink once a year.”

The sea breeze blew away the star map, but it couldn't wipe away the smiles on their faces. In the distance, children from the fishing village chased and played, their laughter rising and falling with the waves.

Three months later, a brand new wooden plaque with the words "Shuangjue Martial Arts School" was hung at the entrance to Donghai City's southern alley. On the opening day, neighbors crowded at the door to watch the excitement, but no one dared to be the first to enter.

"I heard that the boxing teacher is a cripple?" Wang Po, the tofu seller, muttered in a low voice.

"The other one is even weirder. He holds a tattered book and mutters to himself all day long." Butcher Zhang from the butcher shop continued.

Inside the hall, Xu Xian was busy polishing a wooden sword. Qin Wang came in from the backyard on crutches, his left leg wound still unhealed—the wound they had suffered seven days earlier when they encountered bandits outside the city.

"Brother, are you sure you can recruit students like this?" Qin Wang tapped his lame leg. "Mortals don't believe that a disabled person can teach martial arts."

Xu Xian smiled mysteriously and took out a cloth bag from under the counter: "So I have to use some tricks."

The cloth bag contained low-quality spirit stones they had bought on the black market, which could barely generate a slight light effect. Qin Wang raised an eyebrow: "Playing tricks?"

"That's called packaging." Xu Xian embedded the spirit stone into the wooden sword. "Besides, what we teach is real kung fu."

As they were talking, they heard a child's scream outside. They rushed out and saw a boy of seven or eight hanging from the martial arts hall sign, his belt caught on the cornice.

"You little bastard!" Butcher Zhang jumped up and down. "I told you not to climb that high!"

Xu Xian and Qin Wang exchanged a glance. Qin Wang suddenly hurled his cane, striking the knot at the boy's waist with pinpoint accuracy. As the boy fell, Xu Xian darted forward, tapping the ground with his wooden sword for leverage, and leaped three feet into the air, catching the child securely.

The crowd was completely silent. Wang Po's tofu fell to the ground with a thud.

"Want to learn?" Xu Xian put the frightened boy down. The wooden sword suddenly glowed with a faint green light - it was actually the spirit stone hidden in his sleeve that was heating up. "The apprenticeship fee is only twenty cents."

On the seventh day of the martial arts school's opening, an uninvited guest arrived in the backyard. Mo Huaishan was still wearing his Star Alliance uniform, but the jade pendant around his waist had been replaced with bronze—a sign of demotion.

"You two have some tricks up your sleeve." He sneered and slapped a wanted poster. "You've been hiding for three months disguised as mortals."

There were two blurry faces drawn on the wanted poster, and the reward was for "stealing the Star Alliance's treasure."

Xu Xian's hands were as steady as a rock as he brewed tea. "Your Excellency has recognized the wrong person. We brothers grew up in the East China Sea."

"Really?" Mo Huaishan suddenly lifted his shirt, revealing a hideous scar on his thigh. "Then how do you explain the scar left by the 'Disaster Blade'? Besides you, who else in the Guixu Sea can wield the supreme weapon?"

Qin Wang tapped the ground lightly with his cane. Xu Xian knew it was a signal to attack, but at this moment, they were no different from ordinary people.

"Elder Mo!" The courtyard door was thrown open, and several Star Alliance monks rushed in in panic. "Urgent news from the Yuheng Realm! The spiritual tablet of the Wendao Hall has cracked!"

Mo Huaishan's expression suddenly changed. Before leaving, he glared at the two of them fiercely: "This matter is not over yet."

After the footsteps faded away, Xu Xian took out a piece of white jade from under the tea tray - this was what they found in the ancient tomb on the outskirts of the city last night, and it was engraved with the latest formation map of the Star Alliance.

"The spirit tablet is connected to the fate of the Star Alliance." Qin Wang stroked the lines on the fragment, "It seems that someone is more anxious than us."

Xu Xian looked toward the western sky. In the dusk clouds, a faint black aura slithered like a serpent.

That night, the two men reached the backyard of the Wendao Hall. The Lingbei Pavilion, which should have been heavily guarded, was deserted, with broken jade pendants scattered on the ground.

"Something's wrong." Qin Wang suddenly grabbed Xu Xian. "It smells like blood."

Inside the pavilion, twelve corpses lay arranged in a circle, each with a fragment of a jade tablet stuck in their heart. The central spirit tablet was covered in black lines, and a single eyeball-shaped crystal hovered atop it.

"The Eye of Guixu." Xu Xian gasped, "They're actually cultivating it artificially!"

Qin Wang's cane suddenly broke, revealing the thin blade hidden inside: "It's not cultivation, it's summoning."

The crystal suddenly spun, staring intently at the two. The corpses on the ground sat up simultaneously, their necks twisted at strange angles.

"Hurry up!" Xu Xian dragged Qin Wang out the window. Behind them, there was a sound of cracking wood, and twelve zombies broke through the wall and rushed towards them.

At the corner, Mo Huaishan and a large group of monks blocked the way: "As expected, they are here."

"The monster you raised is out of control." Qin Wang sneered.

Mo Huaishan's expression suddenly turned horrified: "It's not us. It's the Western Wasteland Demon Cultivators! They sneaked into the Wending Hall!"

The roars of the zombies approached. Xu Xian suddenly snatched the torch from the nearest monk and ripped open his shirt, revealing black fingerprints on his chest—marks left by the cobblestones of Guixu.

"Stand back!" He pressed the torch to the fingerprint.

Black light exploded. The zombies at the front instantly vaporized, while the others froze as if paused. From the direction of the Spiritual Stele Pavilion came the crisp sound of shattering glass and the distinct sound of falling crystals.

Mo Huaishan slumped to the ground: "Who are you?"

Xu Xian pulled Qin Wang up and turned to leave: "Two nosy cripples."

Three days later, in a teahouse in West City, the storyteller was telling the story of the "Battle of the Two Supreme Beings in Guixu" when two men in bamboo hats were talking in low voices in the corner.

"How did the demon cultivator get the Eye of Guixu?" Xu Xian replaced wine with tea.

Qin Wang dipped his hand in tea and drew a picture on the table: "There is a traitor inside the Star Alliance. I suspect..." He suddenly stopped.

The teahouse curtain lifted, and a one-armed man in Star Alliance attire walked in—it was Zhou Mu, who had narrowly escaped death! His left sleeve was bare, and his right eye was covered with a black cloth.

"You two." Zhou Mu sat down in front of their table and took out half a bronze token from his pocket. "Do you recognize this?"

The token is engraved with the words "Star Remains", which is the token of the guardian of the God-killing Blade!

Xu Xian's fingertips pressed against the dagger under the table. Zhou Mu smiled bitterly, "Don't be nervous. I'm here to ask for help." He removed the blindfold, revealing his dark eye sockets. "They took my eyes to feed that eyeball."

Qin Wang narrowed his eyes: "Why are you looking for us?"

"Because in the whole world," Zhou Mu lowered his voice, "you are the only ones who have killed the Eye of Guixu."

Suddenly, lightning and thunder roared outside the window. Zhou Mu's face turned pale: "They are coming."

The teahouse roof collapsed, and three black-robed figures descended from the sky. The leader lifted his hood, revealing a face identical to Mo Huaishan's—except for a bloodstain between his eyebrows.

"Mirror image?" Xu Xian suddenly realized, "No wonder the Star Alliance couldn't find the traitor!"

The fake Mo Huaishan ripped off his face with a sly grin, revealing the rotting flesh underneath: "The game is over."

Zhou Mu suddenly leaped up, thrusting his one arm into his left chest like lightning, and pulled out his bloody heart: "With my remaining soul, I will summon the calamity of destruction!"

The moment the heart exploded, a blade of light fell from the void!

The shadow of the God-Slaying Blade hovered in the center of the teahouse, and the three demon cultivators were on high alert. The diners screamed and fled, and the storyteller ducked under the table.

"Without spiritual power, you can't activate the Disaster Blade!" The fake Mo Huaishan roared, and the rotten flesh on his face fell off.

Xu Xian suddenly laughed: "Who said to use it?"

He picked up the teapot and smashed it at the shadowy figure of the God-Slaying Blade. The porcelain vessel pierced through the light and shadow, striking the demon cultivator behind him precisely between his eyebrows. Qin Wang seized the opportunity to swing a bench, sending another demon cultivator stumbling backward.

"That's it?" The fake Mo Huaishan laughed wildly. "A mortal's trick."

Before he finished speaking, the shadow of the God-Slaying Blade suddenly turned around, pointing the tip of the blade at him! It turned out that Zhou Mu's residual soul was attached to the shadow, and was struggling to control it.

"Now!" Xu Xian roared.

Qin Wang threw the bladed cane. Xu Xian caught it mid-air, channeling all his strength into one single point. The cane shot like an arrow, piercing the fake Mo Huaishan's throat and pinning him to the pillar.

The shadow of the God-Slaying Blade then fell. Without a blinding light, the three demon cultivators crumbled like sand sculptures, transforming into foul-smelling black water.

Silence returned to the teahouse. Panting heavily, Xu Xian picked up his cane and discovered a line of small characters engraved on the cane: [Any iron can kill gods]—written in Zhou Mu's blood before his death.

Outside the window, the rainstorm gradually subsided. Qin Wang looked at the starlight peeking through the clouds and said, "I've only had a few days of free time."

"Do you regret it?" Xu Xian wiped the blood off his face.

Qin Wang took the crutch as a temporary prosthesis and limped towards the door: "Let's go, the martial arts school is about to accept the second batch of students."