Chapter 530

Previously a grand and solemn imperial palace, one step later, they arrived at a sacred land wreathed in immortal qi.

Distant mountains stood dark as ink, nearby waters shimmered with mist.

Pines and cypresses remained evergreen, white cranes flew freely among them.

The air was serene and pure; merely breathing it in filled the body with comfort.

"Is this the Immortal Realm?" Empress Zhou asked in astonishment. "It feels so miraculous."

Ajiu explained: "This is merely the Earth Immortal Realm; someone will come to guide us up to the Great Luo Heaven for the banquet."

Spotting a little girl with blue hair from afar, she immediately brightened and called out: "Spirit Lord, it's me, Ajiu!"

"'Four-eight-three'? Oh, it's you." The Spirit Lord turned around. "You're truly lucky! This is Sister Huoxuan's territory—there's a class-transformation altar here. Want to try it?"

"Class-transformation?" Ajiu frowned in confusion.

Zhu Youjian exclaimed in delight: "Didn't you go to that divine world before? The one with altars that transform professions. And this one was forged by the Dao Lord himself—far superior to those other-worldly classes."

As he explained, he bowed to the Spirit Lord: "Please, Spirit Lord, grant us your favor."

The Spirit Lord chuckled lightly: "You're so formal. Come, I'll take you there."

Zhu Youjian was puzzled.

Why did the Spirit Lord rejoice so easily at his daughter's casual greeting?

Yet when he, so properly courteous, spoke, the Spirit Lord seemed less pleased?

He didn't know that divine beasts had the most acute senses.

She could easily tell sincere words from pretentious flattery.

The three of them followed the Spirit Lord and soon arrived before an altar.

Beside the altar, a noble-looking fire qilin lay atop a massive jade stone, glancing at them lazily before ignoring them entirely.

"Sister, I've brought them for class-transformation."

"Go ahead and play, just don't disturb my sleep," Huoxuan said without opening her eyes.

Empress Zhou felt uneasy and looked toward Ajiu.

Zhu Meichuo whispered: "This is the Qilin Sacred Beast of the Taixuan Realm, a deity appointed by a Dao Lord—immensely powerful. Mother, don't worry; she won't harm us."

Hearing this, Empress Zhou bowed respectfully to the fire qilin and finally relaxed.

The Spirit Lord landed on the altar, laughing and chattering happily: "Come one by one—I'll transform your classes."

"Father, you go first."

"Alright." Zhu Youjian nodded and stepped onto the class-transformation altar. "Thank you, Spirit Lord."

The Spirit Lord waved dismissively, offering no reply.

The next instant, a flickering flame appeared in the void.

"Class-transformation: Fire Mage."

Zhu Youjian froze.

Mage? Wasn't that a profession from Western fantasy worlds?

How could an emperor from an Eastern nation become a mage?

Having spent time in the chat group, Zhu Youjian understood its power system.

He had little regard for mages.

He wanted to cultivate!

Cultivation = immortality.

Zhu Youjian asked cautiously: "Spirit Lord, can this Fire Mage class achieve immortality?"

The Spirit Lord: "Brother Dao Lord said all roads lead to Rome—magic can achieve immortality too. Even if you don't want the mage class, you can just ignore magic and keep cultivating martial arts."

"Thank you, Spirit Lord." Zhu Youjian bowed and stepped down.

Inner observation of his dantian revealed a new flame beside his true qi.

With a thought, a class panel appeared before him.

Zhu Youjian

Class: Fire Mage

Level: 0

Experience: 0/100

Techniques: Twelve Famen Cultivation Method, Meditation Method

Spells: Fireball, Fire Dragon

【Young man, don't look down on fire mages—have you heard of Meteor Summoning? —Grand Mage Liu Xiu!】

"Liu Xiu is a mage?" Zhu Youjian smirked. The Dao Lord was truly mischievous.

"Zhou Shi, class-transformation: Priest."

"Husband, I'm so useless—I didn't even get a combat class, can't help you at all," Empress Zhou sighed, disheartened that she'd become a life profession.

The Spirit Lord sniffed: "Don't look down on life professions—a Priest at the highest level can cast Resurrection."

"Resurrection?" Empress Zhou's eyes widened. "This spell would be invaluable to the empire."

"Zhu Meichuo, class-transformation: Sword Immortal!"

"Wow, Ajiu-sister, your talent is amazing—you became a Sword Immortal! You'll be incredibly powerful!"

Zhu Meichuo was also pleased and opened her class panel...

Zhu Meichuo

Class: Sword Immortal

Level: 0

Experience: 0/100

Cultivation Method: Pure Yang Sword Scripture, Primordial Sword Body Refinement Technique

Sword Art: Pure Yang Sword Art

【Traveling north to Yue by dawn, reaching Cangwu by dusk; a green snake in my sleeve, bold and fierce. ——Lü Pure Yang】

"Ah, this cultivation method is wrong! Why is it such a miraculous method?" Zhu Meichuo exclaimed. "This is clearly not an ordinary cultivation method."

The Spirit Lord said without surprise: "This is a gift from the Dao Lord to the beings of Taixuan Realm. Those who become Sword Immortals are all exceptional talents—they naturally get better treatment. Even your father, the Emperor, has far stronger professional skills than those who transmigrated from other worlds."

"Hehe, I've also transmigrated into two Sword Immortals—one is a disciple of Shuiyue, the other is Dao Xuan."

At this, the Spirit Lord's expression turned proud. "No wonder this is the sect I oversee."

"Then what profession did you transmigrate into, Spirit Lord?" Zhu Meichuo asked curiously.

The Spirit Lord fell silent for several breaths, then pouted: "I wanted to become a True Immortal, but I ended up becoming a Heavenly Immortal. Cultivating the physical body is such a hassle."

Zhu Meichuo was speechless: "Spirit Lord, I remember True Immortals also cultivate the physical body."

"Ah…" The Spirit Lord blinked, still pouting. "I just wanted to follow the same path as Dao Lord in version 3.0!"

Just then, a group of people descended nearby.

Zhu Youjian glanced and winced—it was old acquaintances.

It was Zhu Yuanzhang and his party.

"Fourth brother, this is your despised descendant, Chongzhen!"

"You're Chongzhen Zhu Youjian?" Zhu Di stormed forward with bulging eyes. "So it's you who got me beaten up several times!"

"Fourth brother, don't be rude."

Seeing Zhu Di about to strike, Empress Ma quickly spoke: "Today is the Dao Lord's banquet—don't cause trouble. Besides, we're all family. If there's an issue, talk it out. Why resort to violence?"

Zhu Di nearly burst into tears.

Mom, are you serious? Listen to what you just said!

When Dad beat me, why didn't you ever say we should talk things out like family!