He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Wang Mang: "Aren't you going back to Tianji Pavilion? Where are you going? I'll take you there."

Xiao Xuan shook his head again.

Wang Mang: "Does Young Master Xiao dislike me?"

Xiao Xuan: "..."

Xiao Xuan shook his head again.

To allay the other party's concerns, Xiao Xuan looked up at Wang Mang and gave him a slight smile.

Then, he reached out and patted his shoulder reassuringly.

Yan Yun, who was following behind, saw this scene and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself, "This guy named Xiao Xuan is quite interesting."

Wang Mang felt a pang of sadness as he noticed the boy's comforting words.

Turning his head, he saw Yan Yun not far away and called out loudly, "Senior Brother, lend me some spirit stones."

Wang Mang: "Young Master Xiao, wait for me here."

Having said that, he flew towards Yan Yun, glancing back at Xiao Xuan as he flew.

In that split second, the person flew right over Yan Yun's head.

Yan Yun: "......"

Xiao Xuan: "..."

As soon as Wang Mang landed, he said to Yan Yun, "Senior Brother, how many spirit stones do you have? Can you lend me some?"

Yan Yun's lips twitched. "How much do you want?"

Wang Mang glanced at Xiao Xuan, "One hundred low-grade spirit stones."

Yan Yun didn't give it to him directly, but instead asked, "Give it to him?"

Wang Mang chuckled sheepishly, "Mm."

Yan Yun: "He's just an ordinary person, doesn't he use gold and silver for transactions?"

Wang Mang: "Yes, then senior brother, could you lend me some more gold and silver?"

Yan Yun smiled and took out 100 low-grade spirit stones, fifty taels of silver, and ten taels of gold.

He patted Wang Mang on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Same as always, remember to pay the interest."

Wang Mang nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, Senior Brother, no problem."

Wang Mang put the spirit stones and gold and silver handed over by Yan Yun into his storage bag, then turned and flew back to Xiao Xuan's side.

Somewhat nervously, she handed the storage bag in her hand to Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xuan glanced at the other person and gave a faint smile.

He did not reach out to take Wang Mang's storage bag.

Instead, he opened the storage bag that Xiao Yue had given him earlier, the one containing the marriage contract and tokens.

These storage bags are made using special techniques, and even ordinary people without cultivation can freely store and retrieve them.

Upon seeing this, Wang Mang belatedly realized that he had made another mistake.

His storage bag was the kind used by cultivators, and even if Xiao Xuan were given it, he wouldn't be able to open it.

With a flushed face, Wang Mang took out the spirit stones and gold and silver from his storage bag and put them into Xiao Xuan's storage bag.

Seeing that Xiao Xuan had accepted it, he scratched his head and grinned foolishly.

Before leaving, Xiao Xuan reached out and touched Wang Mang's beard, gesturing for him to shave it. Then, he gave him a slight smile and turned to go down the mountain.

Wang Mang turned around with a blank look and looked at Yan Yun, asking in confusion, "Senior brother, don't I look good with this beard?"

Yan Yun didn't stand on ceremony with him and retorted, "With that beard, you can't even see your face, so how can you say you're good-looking or not?"

"That Young Master Xiao probably doesn't even know what you look like, does he?"

Wang Mang: "......"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mang left with a dejected expression.

Yan Yun gazed down the mountain and murmured, "Xiao Xuan? He's quite an interesting fellow."

Descending the Heavenly Ladder was much easier than ascending it; in less than half an hour, Xiao Xuan reached the foot of the mountain.

Xiao Xuan: "Little Six, where are we going now?"

System 006: "Host, why don't we go and find the Chosen One?"

Xiao Xuan: "Who is the chosen one?"

A cold, mechanical voice sounded, "Host 006, your question is beyond the scope of your authority. I apologize, the system cannot answer it."

Xiao Xuan: "..."

System 006: "..."

System 006's weak voice rang out: "Host, it's not 006..."

Xiao Xuan nodded. "Yes, I know."