Chapter 366: The Beautiful Reality

"Hey, is that Black Gu?"

"I'll be home in about half an hour. Prepare some hearty dishes today—pig's trotter, and a sweet-and-sour fish. I've been sick of bland food for days."

Night was deep; the river murmured softly.

Beneath Sanxian Bridge, Wu Xian ended the call.

This time, he chose to exit Lianhentian at the entrance to the Blessed Land rather than at home, so he could drive the car back without having to come back specifically for it.

Last time Wu Xian returned to reality, Black Gu nearly took his money and ran away.

So this time, Wu Xian called home first, to prevent that damn dog from thinking he was dead again.

He hung up the phone.

Only Su Xuan was around.

Su Xuan stood dazed beneath the bridge pier, lost in thought—he was a first-time survivor of the Blessed Land and would need time to adjust.

Wu Xian waited a while longer but saw no one else appear, and sighed in disappointment.

Usually, Wu Xian avoided seeing others when emerging from the Blessed Land, but this time he was genuinely curious about how others looked after returning.

The shrunken Du E, the tattered Shen Liang Jian Lingyu, Wei Wei Qinglan fused with her brother…

But none of them appeared—they must have returned to their homes.

Wu Xian returned to the car, took off his blood-soaked clothes, and stuffed them into a bag, his face filled with regret.

This time, to be safe, he wore several layers of clothing.

Each set was high-quality and expensive to buy, yet after just one descent into the Blessed Land, they were all ruined—truly heartbreaking.

After changing clothes.

Wu Xian paused for a moment—he felt something was off.

But the real world was safe, and this odd feeling didn't unsettle him, so he didn't dwell on it and drove straight home.

He pulled open the door.

The warm air inside made Wu Xian squint happily; the enticing aroma of food made his stomach rumble.

Woof!

A large black dog, wearing an apron, wagged its tail and licked its lips as it rushed eagerly toward Wu Xian.

Wu Xian smiled knowingly.

He opened his arms, ready to embrace Black Gu.

But when Black Gu was less than two meters away, she suddenly stopped, every hair on her body standing up, baring her teeth with fierce hostility—as if seeing a stranger.

"Woof… woof?"

The aggressive stance lasted only a moment; then Black Gu returned to normal, circling Wu Xian as usual, all doggy affection.

Wu Xian laughed and patted her head.

"You damn dog, I've only been gone half a day and you don't even recognize—"

As he spoke,

Wu Xian suddenly froze—he realized what had felt strange on the drive.

When he changed clothes, he had the car lights on and the window open; his body reeked of blood, and he was alone in the wilderness by the river—why hadn't a single insect bothered him? And why, upon returning home, had Black Gu briefly mistaken him for a stranger? There was only one answer: Natural Killer. After activating this latent ability, annoying insects were repelled by his killing aura and dared not approach his body—hence why he'd felt so refreshingly clean while changing clothes.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian grinned.

So from now on, his chances of being bothered by insects would drop dramatically? No giant cockroaches leaping onto his face, no flies landing on him constantly, no waking up with a mosquito bite on his eyelid?

"This is… fantastic!" If this had been listed on the Golden Lotus, he wouldn't have hesitated so much when choosing.

Excited, Wu Xian rubbed Black Gu's head, making her struggle and bark until the pot emitted a burnt smell—he finally let her go.

While the food wasn't ready yet, Wu Xian hurried to wash up.

Only when his hair was no longer greasy, his body free of bloodstains, and his teeth sparkling clean did he feel he had truly returned to the human world.

"I hope the next Blessed Land has better conditions—don't make me live in some remote village again."

After washing up,

Wu Xian looked at the table full of delicious dishes and felt life was truly beautiful—this harmonious reality must never decay like the Blessed Land.

…

Over the next several days,

Wu Xian's life remained decadent and slothful.

It was enviable—he ate with his mouth open, was fed with his hands, treated like a god by Black Gu.

Every day, he did nothing but eat, drink, relieve himself, and sit lazily in front of his computer playing games.

Recently, a game had swept the world: "The Legend of Hui Neng."

Wu Xian had only tried it out of curiosity, but ended up addicted. Though its content was far less intense than the Blessed Land, it offered a completely different experience.

Strangely, Wu Xian was a strong man in reality, yet in games he was unexpectedly terrible—normal players cleared it in days, but he spent countless hours over ten days, dying over a hundred times, repeatedly broken by the difficulty, before finally defeating the final boss.

After beating it, Wu Xian temporarily lost interest in gaming.

He didn't think gaming was a waste of time.

Someone who had faced death in the Blessed Land deserved to enjoy life—returning to reality and still working like a beast was no way to treat oneself.

Of course,

He hadn't stayed home entirely.

One day, he took Du E to Su Mi's gym and, in perfect tandem, got her a yearly membership.

Du E,

in the last Blessed Land, had suffered from her weak physical condition.

Though she was powerful and quick-witted, her frail body limited her—many tasks were beyond her strength—so she wanted to train somewhere. Su Mi's gym was professional, so Wu Xian recommended it.

He also gradually recommended it to other acquaintances: Wei Dian, Liang Fang, Shi Ji, Liao Liao Yifang, and others.

After recommending these people,

Wu Xian's meals improved slightly over those few days.

But referring people to the gym wasn't really going out—it was like taking out the trash. After playing at home for over ten days, he finally felt he should go out and have some fun.

He bid farewell to Black Gu, stepped out the door, and shielded his eyes from the sunlight.

As he stretched, he noticed his neighbor's shop was moving out—and a "For Sale" sign hung outside. The familiar-looking uncle stood gloomily at the door.

"Ah, even his place couldn't survive."

These days, the economy was bad, business was hard—especially on this quiet, rarely-traveled street near Wu Xian's home.

Wu Xian didn't care much.

He got in the car, started the engine, and drove toward Chenghuangmiao—today was the day to collect his monthly salary and rice, flour, and oil. He'd go see if his status had changed now that a lotus had appeared on his permit.

(End of Chapter)