Chapter 513: Gu Yue Fang Yuan: Welcome Newcomers (Please Refresh)

Blue Star Blue Star →: xbiqugu

We live in a complex and helpless world, burdened with too much responsibility and mission, so sometimes when we handle things poorly, we become overwhelmed and unbearable.

"Look, over there is the lesson."

Su Lin said to the newly resurrected Song Shuhang: "Young man, a good boat fears the wind, a good fate fears a clash; if you stubbornly insist on your own way, you may one day meet a bloody end."

"Senior Su Lin, do you really think I came back to life how?" Song Shuhang's lip twitched; he glanced at Shi Hao, who was completely drunk, and his old wound from being run over by a mud truck flared up again.

Xiao Yan's suffering did not end with the clarification of the misunderstanding; in the end,

those things were all true.

The daughter is real, the alias that attracted his former fiancée is real, the incident where he ate grilled fish with the orc from the mountains and his former fiancée's teacher is real.

Based on the above reasons, perhaps Ye Fan and Su Lin and others bear one percent of the blame, but Xiao Yan bears ninety-nine percent of the responsibility.

Xiao Yan sat in the central seat, his back straight as a rod, posture as proper as a sixth-grade elementary school student during homeroom—except that on either side sat Cai Lin and Xiao Xun'er, along with various female "friends."

"Feng Xiaoxiao, be good, I'm your big auntie."

"Big auntie Emiya Mama."

Xiao Xun'er held Feng Xiaoxiao, her eyes filled with maternal tenderness; hearing Feng Xiaoxiao's reply, she couldn't help pressing her cheek against the girl's soft, delicate face.

"Xun'er, can I hold my daughter?" Xiao Yan asked tentatively.

"Xiao Yan brother," Xiao Xun'er tilted her head, softly asking: "Can you please not speak?"

Xiao Yan turned to face forward, his eyes filled with tears: "Sorry."

Guilt pierced Xiao Yan deeply; he realized he was trapped in a loop where whatever he did led to moral condemnation.

If he changed fate, such a lovely daughter would never be born; but if he didn't change the future, he would hurt the best girl in the entire world beside him.

Especially now, watching Xun'er rescue him from embarrassment, preventing outsiders from turning him into a spectacle, and holding Feng Xiaoxiao with a saintly smile.

"Oh my god, I really deserve to go to hell."

Xiao Yan's thought lasted only a second before he abandoned it.

After all, hell was that joker's territory; if he fell into his hands, he'd be better off having his soul scattered.

The gathering was still ongoing; because Shi Hao, the drunk driver who caused the accident, had destroyed the heavenly domain, most people had sobered up or been resurrected again, and since Xiao Yan brought many people along, this was now the second round of the banquet.

But the atmosphere had improved considerably, since those damn bastards weren't drinking anymore and now all focused their gazes on him.

Can you please stop staring?!

Xiao Yan tried to find some casual topics in the group chat to get through this torturous time, but no one responded—he was like a solo chat group.

At that moment, a middle-aged man in coarse linen robes walked over, entering the strange, tense area, his gaze sweeping across the faces of all the girls except Xiao Xun'er.

"Who is this senior?" Xiao Yan asked, puzzled.

Gu Yuan, face stern, stared at Xiao Yan for a moment, then said: "Gu Clan leader Gu Yuan, meets the Flame Emperor."

After saying that, he was about to bow in greeting.

"Uncle!!" Xiao Yan shot forward in an instant, catching Gu Yuan before he could bow: "Your humble servant Xiao Yan greets Uncle Gu!"

"The Flame Emperor rid the Dou Qi Continent of Hun Tian Di, a great virtue," Gu Yuan declined, refusing to accept the title of uncle.

Xiao Yan instantly broke into a sweat—this was tricky; why had he even brought Gu Yuan here?

"I have one request for the Flame Emperor," Gu Yuan said.

"The title Flame Emperor is not yet deserved; what happened before was just cleverly borrowing power. Uncle Gu, don't take it seriously," Xiao Yan immediately cut off any possible words from Gu Yuan like "return my daughter to the Gu Clan" or "take the girl back."

Joking, since Xun'er was taken by him today,

she would live with him from now on—even if cut in half, it wouldn't matter.

Thinking of his future happy life, Xiao Yan suddenly felt today's suffering was bearable.

As expected, Gu Yuan fell silent at this address; he glanced at his daughter, who shook her head at him, sighed, and said: "Then, please release my clan's elders first."

"What elders?" Xiao Yan looked utterly confused.

Gu Yuan was about to remind him when Su Lin's voice rang from afar: "Brother Yan, should we kill these old bastards or use them for pills?"

He turned to look—Li Huowang, Su Lin, and Lu Mingfei had knives pressed against the necks of several elderly men.

"You look down on Brother Xiao?" Li Huowang scoffed, the Purple Tassel Sword resting against an elder's neck: "Does your grandson have the strength to match my Brother Xiao?!"

Lu Mingfei, wearing sunglasses and a cigarette dangling from his lips, pressed a gun to an elder's temple, smirking: "Heard there are some guys—Four Grand Commandants, Gu Qian, Gu Xu, Gu Shan—who have issues with my Flame Emperor brother?"

Stop!

Xiao Yan's eyes widened; though he was moved his bros had his back, if they actually moved, his relationship with Xun'er would be ruined for good.

"Why are they here too?" Xiao Yan blinked, suddenly realizing the question.

"Xiao Yan brother," Xiao Xun'er reminded him: "You invaded the Gu Realm, crushed the Black Miasma Army, and wounded half the Gu Clan elders."

Oddly enough, exactly half—the ones most opposed to her relationship with Xiao Yan and eager to interfere in her love life.

But from today on, there will likely be only one voice in the Gu Clan.

"Let's just hold the wedding today," Su Lin said, dragging Gu Yang over: "Oh, this one's from the Hun Clan—figure it out yourselves."

Gu Yuan's pupils shrank; though inner turmoil surged, he kept his face calm: "Thank you for the reminder, but this matter requires careful deliberation."

"Uncle Gu is right, no rush," Xiao Yan agreed.

Behind Xiao Yan, Xun'er's expression subtly changed; Su Lin glared at Xiao Yan, now back to being "Brother Yan," shook his head, and left in disappointment.

Just like Lu Mingfei—a total loser. This kind of slow-witted male lead is outdated.

"Useless, useless."

Xiao Yan, confused, assumed Su Lin was just messing around; he returned to his seat and smiled at Xiao Xun'er: "Xun'er, I'll just release the elders—"

"Xiao Yan brother, can you please not speak to me for now?"

Huh?!

Yi Leina's fork pierced a dark, slippery substance; her eyebrow twitched violently: "Why have I been seeing mushrooms in my dish these past few days?"

"This is a ten-thousand-year lingzhi mushroom, Young Lady Yi Leina," Weigong Shilang corrected.

There was no help for it—among spiritual plants, fungi were a common variety, and the spiritual chefs here excelled at preparing such things; Weigong Shilang, from the Type-Moon World, was especially skilled at cooking fungi.

"That's still some kind of fungus mushroom!" Yi Leina sighed. "Growing on trees, disgusting in texture and shape."

"And Star, can you please stop hanging off me?"

Star said: "First, give me back the trash can."

"Who would want that thing?!" Yi Leina said blankly.

She had woken up wrapped around him like an octopus—why, for heaven's sake, did this girl have such an insane obsession with trash cans?

"I'll find you a new one soon. Get down."

Yi Leina used magic to peel the mushrooms off the plate and guided them to fly into Su Lin's dish.

Far away, Penglai Shan Huiye raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing as she scanned back and forth.

Song Shuhang, closest to Su Lin, moved his lips slightly, as if to speak but held back.

Su Lin glanced at Song Shuhang. "What?"

"Nothing," Song Shuhang shook his head.

Like a rattle drum.

He was just recalling in his mind—when had it started? Why didn't Senior Su Lin care about this at all?

Su Lin, bored, glanced left and right. He decided to go to the table fifty meters away and chat about cultivation with the three most composed figures: Zhongli, Jiang Taixu, and White Zunzhe.

The commotion earlier had been too great—now everyone sipped their wine slowly, swallowing Super Hangover Pills the moment they felt drunk, terrified of repeating what had just happened and not having time to flee.

During this, Su Lin saw Duan De trying to flirt with the Moon Jade Rabbit, only for Cao Yusheng to unleash a killing array and strike twice.

"Crush Duan De."

Su Lin placed a bag of spiritual stones on the betting table run by the Purple Gold Divine Dragon, then left without a care for the outcome.

You may doubt Duan De's strength, but you cannot doubt that his underhanded tactics are beyond Cao Yusheng's reach.

"That's it," Su Lin told Yi Donglai, who was tugging his clothes. "Doctor Yi, act like a proper adult. Don't fight my kid for snacks."

To be honest, he had already planned his budget: whenever another group member became an admin, he'd buy the Creation Gold at a high price.

Just thinking that his own Heavenly Dao might still be a child filled him with an inexplicable sense of responsibility—the kind called "fatherly duty"—and permissions were secondary.

"Isn't Dan Nuo the child compared to your Heavenly Dao?" Yi Donglai glanced at Zhao Shuangdian nearby and leaned close to Su Lin's ear. "How about our little Zhao? As for the dowry—holy shit!"

Yi Donglai clutched his lower back, pulled out a dagger, and glared behind him. "Ba Nanxu!!!"

"You dressed as a woman yourself—don't you dare go after Old Lady Dian Dian!" Ba Nanxu spat, yelling like a female thug.

Ba Chengqing pulled her away, her eyes filled with helplessness.

Su Lin, expressionless, tilted his head slightly, caught the flying dagger, and stowed it in his storage pouch—he could sell it later to cultivators from other worlds. "Did I stab a lesbian nest?"

"Doctor Su, I heard it was your world's Heavenly Dao that caused that effect last time," Zhao Shuangdian stepped forward, glanced at Su Lin's clothes, and asked. "Can I visit that universe again next time?"

"Sure. Contact Li Huowang when you're ready," Su Lin nodded.

After learning Su Lin had little stock left, Yi Donglai took the extra one Su Lin gave him, refused to eat it, and packed it carefully into a box before leaving.

"I'll pay you back," Li Huowang said.

Su Lin shook his head. "Actually, as long as we live long enough, we'll end up with plenty."

"That's true," Li Huowang thought it over. It did make sense.

Dan Nuo, as a natural universe, was far too immature. Completing its ascension—or maturity—required an unimaginably long span of time.

Li Huowang had spent time gathering the quantity needed for his world's ascension—a duration that meant nothing to an immortal, barely the length of a nap.

Like the alchemy pioneer, the Dragon King Norten, who was currently studying Su Su Tuoni Stark's armor—roughly the time of a doze.

"What are you doing?" Su Lin asked.

Before Norten and Su Su Tuoni Stark lay a pile of instruments and workbenches, beneath which alchemical matrices had been engraved.

"Trying to replace the internal components with alchemical matrices," Old Tang focused intently as he controlled flame and bronze drilling into the armor. "Okay, first, reverse time. If that succeeds, implant a spatial-creation matrix next."

"What's the point?" Su Lin tapped the helmet of the armor.

"Maybe he can wear this armor and cross into the Parallel World," Old Tang lifted his drooping eyebrow and whistled. "Hey, buddy—if you cross over, you might trigger some big event? From my years of reading comics, even the tiniest thing can spark an apocalypse."

Former one of the apocalypse factors, Dragon King Norten, was now expressing his professional opinion on apocalypse factors.

"Hmm." Su Su Tuoni Stark, recording parameters, didn't argue.

"Last week I suggested S. H. I. E. L. D. offer high salaries to villains—many of them, after gaining superpowers, just want to rob banks. Poor things."

"Then I thought—like you said—better to do nothing than interfere. At least doing nothing now avoids future chaos."

Su Su Tuoni Stark glanced at the alchemical principles in his hand and the smoking plate, and sighed deeply.

"So I have no intention of taking these things with embedded alien tech back. What if someone steals them and the drive system doesn't match?"

A cautious, rational, distinctly Han Li approach.

Su Lin approached Zhongli and the others, and happened to find Han Li there.

A fresh, subtle tea fragrance spread like morning dew in the mountains; within hundreds of meters, under the aroma of the giant pot boiling Thunder Pheasant eggs with Enlightenment Tea, most people had entered a state of awakening.

A fresh and elegant tea fragrance spread, like morning dew in the mountains; within several hundred meters, under the aroma of the large pot boiling Thunder Sparrow eggs with Wu Dao tea, most people entered a state of enlightenment.

"Liu Li Ge, I thought you had already gone back."

Han Li waved his hand, smiling wryly after finishing his meditation.

Su Lin turned his gaze to a new face here. When the person finished cultivation, he spoke: "Hai Bodong?"

Hai Bodong, aged in appearance but with skin like a youth, bowed. "Hai Bodong, honored to meet you."

"My apologies for not greeting you sooner, Elder Hai."

Su Lin shifted position, searched his person without success, then looked at Lu Mingfei, who was holding a cigarette but not smoking. Using his thief trait, he stole the cigarette.

Su Lin shifted his position, patted himself down but found nothing, then turned to look at Lu Mingfei, who was holding a cigarette between his lips without lighting it, and used his Thief trait to steal the cigarette.

"I don't deserve it!" Hai Bodong was baffled. "Why are you saying this?"

"Whether in the path of Manifestation or in the field of investment and finance, Elder Hai is unquestionably a senior." Su Lin placed a cigarette between his fingers. "Come, Elder Hai, let me treat you to a cigarette—Huazǐ. Won't make you cough."

There was not a trace of pretense; Hai Bodong's Manifestation relied purely on one word—grind.

Jiang Taixu opened his eyes, his expression startled as he looked at this cultivator whose strength was roughly at the Dao Palace realm.

A cultivator whom Su Lin himself called a senior.

Could it be that this was some great elder reborn in another life?!

"Five-star against peak, two-star take on Star Dou Zong, grow stronger when facing strength—Xuanbing Longxiang! I've long admired Elder Hai; meeting you today feels like a spiritual awakening, as if I've been reborn!" Su Lin gushed, igniting the cigarette with Light Flame. "I studied finance before. In investment and finance, Elder Hai is legendary beyond legend!"

Creator of the Heaven-Class cultivation technique "Shenqing Qishuang"—Hai Bodong.

All-in angel investor—Hai Bodong.

Just these two identities made Su Lin genuinely feel only one word could describe him—awesome.

Just as Su Lin was about to joke again,

The chat group suddenly popped up in his field of vision, leaving everyone stunned.

Search completed.

Chat group notification: Yang Jian, Fang Zheng, Li Changshou have joined the chat group.

Su Lin sat frozen for a moment, rubbed his eyes, confirmed he hadn't misread, and quietly changed his ID.

Guyue Fang Yuan: "Welcome, new members."