Chapter Seventeen: The Immortal

  The Upper Clear Palace was in an uproar, but Xuan Kong didn't even bother to intervene in their disputes.

  Back at the Weimiao Cottage, although Xiangyun had spent a night outside subduing demons, there was still a steaming hot rice on the wooden table in the thatched hut. Xu Kong's mouth twitched as he walked to the cupboard and opened it to find delicious fish meat and vegetables inside.

  Even the teapot which had been emptied before we left was refilled with boiling water.

  However, Xuan Kong was not surprised. He took out a wine jug from his bosom and placed it on the table. By tomorrow, it would naturally be filled with cool boiled water that could turn into fine wine.

  For over a decade, it had always been this way. Without needing to lift a finger, it was as if there was an invisible nanny taking care of him by his side. Since the other party didn't want to reveal themselves, Xuan Kong also didn't want to use magic to force them out.

  Xuan Kong's bed was placed in a corner of the wooden house, with an open window beside it that allowed him to see the sunlight at the edge of the sky.

  After a night of fighting, Xuan Kong had exhausted a lot of his energy. After returning to his own territory, he didn't even want to eat and directly sat on the bed with his legs crossed, closing his eyes and entering meditation.

  The calm and quiet Xuan Kong has a general temperament, compared to the usual optimism and openness, it has added a few points of calmness and stability. This is also the character brought from the previous life, only the low-level thugs who are fighting on the street corner are not like that.

  To make progress and become a big brother, one must think more and reflect more.

  There is no simple big brother, otherwise he cannot last long on **.

  From the habits brought from his past life, Xuan Kong always spent time replaying the battle in his mind after experiencing a fight, then summarizing the gains and losses. Before long, he had already fallen into a state of deep contemplation.

  A soft and pampered voice sounded in the darkness: "You weren't at the thatched cottage last night, where did you go?"

  "Have you arrived?" Xuan Kong's body closed his eyes and remained still, speaking from within his deep consciousness.

  In the darkness, another silvery voice chimed in: "Yes, every day I come to serve you at the thatched cottage, Young Master Wukong!" She hadn't noticed that Old Dao had demoted Xuan Kong and changed his Taoist name.

  Xuán Kōng got his wish and smiled in his heart of hearts: "I am no longer called Wù Kōng."

  That delicate voice let out a sigh, she was all too familiar with Xuan Kong's abominable personality. On Xuan Kong's face it was written all over, he always liked to leave half of what he said unsaid, in fact he was saying "Come and ask me quickly, ask me and I'll tell you my new Taoist name."

  That silvery voice couldn't help but laugh: "If you're not called Wukong, what should you be called?"

  As expected, Xuan Kong took the opportunity to ask, "Those two girls, you who enter my consciousness every day, what are you called?"

  A silvery voice laughed and said: "You're not calling me Xiao Bai, but instead you call my sister Xiao Hua?"

  Xuan Kong murmured, explaining: "At that time, you always appeared when I was daydreaming, and I thought it was the two mountain cats I raised outside the house." When he was young, Xuan Kong insisted on living alone in the back mountain.

  The old Taoist was worried and uneasy, so he took two mountain cat spirits with a hundred years of cultivation and released them outside the Xuewei Caotang.

  One is to protect Xuan Kong's safety, and the other is to take care of Xuan Kong's life.

  So, at first, seeing that his own house was always tidy and clean, Xuán Kōng naturally thought it was the two hundred-year-old mountain cat spirits raised outside the grass hut. It wasn't until later, after Xuán Kōng's own Taoist skills had advanced, that the mountain cat spirits also descended from the mountain, and Xuán Kōng only then realized he had misunderstood.

  It was at this time that he habitually referred to the two girls who always sneaked into his consciousness as Xiao Bai and Xiao Hua.

  Because of this, I have been laughed at countless times.

  Xuan Kong said bluntly: "My new Taoist name is Xuan Kong, don't get it wrong from now on."

  The soft voice in front of her asked curiously, "Is it because the name overlaps with that of the Great Sage Sun Wukong, so you want to change your name?" When Xuan Kong had nothing better to do, he would also tell these two female voices some stories from his past lives.

  Journey to the West is one of them.

  Xiaobai also sighed: "Yes, Sun Dasheng is so powerful, he's a great hero of the demon tribe!"

  Xuan Kong smiled and said: "Aren't you from the demon clan?"

  The two female voices were silent, and Xu Kong's eyebrows rose: "Is that a fairy?"

  "Is it still a monster?" The female voice didn't give Xuan Kong an answer, letting him guess slowly by himself. He scratched his head: "You guys wouldn't want to be the Supreme Treasure, would you?"

  Little Flower asked strangely: "What is the Supreme Treasure?"

  Xuán Kōng didn't explain well, saying it was a movie he watched in his previous life when he was bored. He casually pushed the topic away: "It's a combination on the gambling floor, Zhì Zūn Bǎo means very powerful and strong."

  Xiao Bai knew that Xuan Kong's "Zhì Zūn Bǎo" definitely didn't just mean this, so he also joked: "Is that so? Then you're also Zhì Zūn Bǎo!"

  "Thank you, thank you for the compliment." Xuan Kong smiled helplessly. He couldn't get angry with these two female voices that had always been by his side. People are not objects, who can be without emotions? Even objects have their own feelings. For those who have been with him for a long time, he inevitably has some affection.

  "What's on your mind?" Xiao Bai looked at Xuan Kong sitting cross-legged in the darkness, unlike his usual energetic self.

  Xuán Kōng unintentionally curled the corner of his mouth, how could he say that it was because after meeting Dēng Lí Zǐ, he felt that his cultivation was still not enough? He had thought that more than a decade of cultivation would be enough to make a name for himself in the mortal world, but unexpectedly, even encountering an ordinary Daoist made him almost unable to resist.

  He didn't know what position the elder of the Kunlun Sect held in the mortal world's cultivation circle.

  That is a terrestrial immortal-like figure, who can ascend to heaven at any time and be appointed by the heavenly court.

  But isn't it that even among mortals, there are those with divine cultivation abilities? Originally, in his past life, Xu Kong thought that only when cultivators on earth reached a certain realm could they ascend to become immortals. Therefore, the gods in heaven must be more powerful than the cultivators on earth.

  But after crossing over into this world, Xu Kong only then knew that the so-called heavenly immortals, earthly immortals and wandering immortals actually didn't have any fundamental differences.

  They are all terms for people with great abilities and magical powers. In the human world, they are called Human Immortals, in heaven, they are called Heavenly Immortals, in mountain forests, they are called Earthly Immortals, and in the four oceans, they are called Water Immortals. They are all formidable figures who can transform and change magically.

  In the mortal realm, apart from the ancestor of the Earth Immortals, Zhū Yuánzǐ, who is said to be comparable to a saint, there are also the Three Islands and Ten Continents, the Thirty-six Grotto Heavens and Seventy-two Blessed Lands, where countless Earth Immortal scattered cultivators reside. They may not necessarily be weaker than the heavenly officials.

  There are also countless demons and monsters on the Western Journey, and the heavenly soldiers and generals who hold official positions in the Heavenly Court are generally powerless against them.

  "But we may never see each other again." Xiaohua said suddenly with a sorrowful tone, startling Xuan Kong.

  Xuán Kōng worried that they would get into trouble, although he had never seen them before. He hastily asked: "Why? Did you encounter some kind of trouble?" Xiao Bai scolded: "We didn't have any trouble, it's you who got into trouble, and it's big trouble!"