Chapter 2076: with translation of chapter title

"Really? I thought having my master sent to protect me was already the greatest care." Han Zichen was very surprised, feeling his words were comforting.

Xiao Feng replied: "That should be the case. After being in contact with the extraordinary world for a long time, I gradually felt time passing faster and faster. A decade or more of the hegemony game is merely a snap of the fingers for the strong. The hegemony is not just a game; it is also a talent-selection competition. After everything ends, the ancestors of each race will begin to select outstanding players for cultivation, making them the elite of their peoples. You are the best in the Nine Provinces war zone; in the future you should be able to become an immortal like me."

"It sounds wonderful, but I feel it's so far away; what you say seems like a dream, perhaps forever out of reach." Han Zichen showed a look of longing, yet didn't quite believe it.

Xiao Feng chuckled: "I once had this feeling too—the realm of the Sovereign feels distant, the realm of the God King feels distant, the Venerable is so powerful; everything seemed like an unattainable future, full of illusion. But if you make a little effort each day, cultivate without slack, comprehend the law without cease, gradually everything will become real."

"That's you, Brother Xiao Feng, that's you."

Han Zichen turned his head to look at him, his eyes slightly unfocused from the drink, and muttered: "You will surely become real; you're so excellent that even the loftiest goals will be approached by you and plucked as if they were real."

"You're also great—why belittle yourself?" Xiao Feng smiled, took a sip of wine, and said to her: "Think about it—among the 2 billion players in the Nine Provinces war zone, why are you the strongest?"

"Because... my Luck is good." she said.

"This saying"

I've said this many times. Luck is likewise part of strength. You must face yourself; you are already a strong one, only time is short, and for now you haven't yet reflected all of the myriad worlds into reality. That day won't be far; it won't take long before it becomes true. So be confident—you are Han Zichen." Xiao Feng gave her an encouraging look.

Upon receiving his encouragement, Han Zichen indeed felt much more confident.

"Well, I am the top sword immortal of the Nine Provinces!"

She lifted the wine jug and took a big gulp, glug-glug.

"Let's go, let's play somewhere else—our White Stone Town is huge!"

She took Xiao Feng's hand, led him through the crowd watching the show, and went farther down the street.

Night has its bustle; this world differs from Xiao Feng's impression of ancient times. The common folk's life looks rather leisurely, without great living pressure, without a cutthroat social environment. Although there is authoritarian oppression, at least it's not noticeable when strolling.

Moreover, the people here are not as conservative as on TV; on the night streets you can see many young women strolling together, dressed lightly in the summer heat. There are also those with men, arm in arm, playing together, looking sweet, and no one steps forward to say those women are improper.

In fact, before the Tang Dynasty in the history of Blue Star, customs were relatively open.

After the empress took power, later emperors learned their lesson and began to impose ideological confinement on women, in large swaths, even controlling ordinary people strictly.

The Nine Provinces have long passed that period; aside from lifestyle differing somewhat from modern society, in terms of intellectual freedom and so on, they are no different from modern

civilization, with no significant difference.

Han Zichen took Xiao Feng around many places—watching performances, listening to storytelling, playing cards, and so on—laughing and playing all the way, feeling very relaxed.

The real world cannot have one flying back and forth, nor great power. But the world of ordinary people has its own joys, and it is not much worse than being an immortal.

Along the way, while playing and drinking, the wine jug was empty before long.

Han Zichen's drinking capacity is truly good; he even felt it wasn't enough and bought another jug on the road.

Xiao Feng saw her face flushed from drinking, yet her speech remained sharp and her mind clear; he couldn't help but feel a bit admiring.

Without reaching the extraordinary realm, even if one's physique is somewhat stronger than ordinary people's, the ability to metabolize alcohol is still limited.

Given how well she can drink, the earlier claim that "her drinking capacity has been trained well" is not nonsense.

Two hours later, the two had already passed through the streets of White Stone Town and reached the end of its market.

Here is a river; beside it lies a patch of green grass slope that looks soft.

The surroundings are no longer noisy.

Han Zichen casually set down the empty wine jug and sat down on the grass.

"I can't take it; I feel a bit light-headed." She rubbed her temples and sighed.

Xiao Feng sat beside her and asked: "You've drunk so much—aren't you afraid of falling asleep and missing the important things in the game?"

Han Zichen replied: "No problem, it's only been one day. I've been busy for many years; what's wrong with relaxing once?"

"That's true. I also relaxed for a while before, and after resting I felt much better overall." Xiao Feng agreed.

Speaking of this, Han Zichen said enviously: "Brother Dao, your state is really comfortable—you can have both game and reality without conflict. It looks like while

accompanying me on street strolls and drinks, you might actually be training hard in the game."

"Indeed you guessed right—I am indeed cultivating now." Xiao Feng laughed.

Not only am I cultivating, I'm also fighting the goddesses.

However, his spirit is already immensely strong, so his physical state won't cause any reaction in his avatar.

Besides envy, Han Zichen can do nothing else; Xiao Feng's fortune cannot be replicated—no matter how hard she tries, she cannot become a second Xiao Feng.

"Let's enjoy the moonlight for a while… uh… I'm exhausted, let me lie down a bit."

She slid down the grass slope, lay on the grass, placed her hands behind her head, and gazed at the bright moon in the sky.

Xiao Feng merely sat, raising his head to look at the sky.

The moon in the Nine Provinces is large, bright and luminous, appearing somewhat different from the moons of Earth and Blue Star.

According to Chen Jie, this world's moon has a true "Moon Palace" where the Dao Ancestor Da Yi and his wife Chang'e reside.

Previously, Chen Jie came to ask for a drink, and he was on the moon.

"The moonlight is truly beautiful…"

Han Zichen said.

"Indeed." Xiao Feng expressed agreement.

"Does your world have the story of Da Yi and Chang'e?" she asked.

"Yes, but the version might be different." Xiao Feng said.

"Can you tell me about it?"

Han Zichen wanted to hear it, so Xiao Feng recounted the version he had heard.

There are many versions of Chang'e flying to the moon; the one he knows best says that after Da Yi shot down the suns to save the myriad people, he received the elixir of immortality from the Queen Mother of the West, but hadn't had time to take it when his disciple Feng Meng killed him. Feng Meng also wanted to seize the elixir, occupy Chang'e, and in her moment of danger Chang'e ate the elixir and flew up

up, flew to the Moon Palace and became a celestial maiden.

Judging by the situation of the Dao Ancestor Da Yi, this story is clearly wrong.

Han Zichen listened, then laughed and said: "Indeed the difference is great; let me also tell you our story here."

She said that in ancient times, heaven and earth were always changing, without a fixed form. Until at some point, heaven and earth stopped changing, and the excess heavenly and earthly essence condensed into ten suns, which took turns scorching the earth, turning the earth into a vast desolate desert.

The mighty Da Yi, acting on the emperor's order, used supreme divine power to shoot down eight of the suns. When it came to the ninth, because it was too far away, his divine power was insufficient; his arrow merely dimmed the sun, turning it a pale white, without destroying it.

The golden sun and the white sun happened to be in opposite directions in Tian Kong; the faint light of the white sun could give the night a glimmer of brightness, so Da Yi stopped, leaving two suns.

As time passed, the white sun gained the new name 'moon', and Da Yi grew ever stronger. But later, his wife Chang'e, who had accompanied him, grew old.

Da Yi was heartbroken, searching everywhere for elixirs to revive his wife, but found nothing.

Then one day, he found the reclusive Old Ancestor Fuxi, who told him that if he became a Dao Ancestor, he could reverse the river of time and revive those around him.

Thus Da Yi left the Nine Provinces, waging war everywhere, constantly growing in battle. After a long time, he indeed became a Dao Ancestor-level being as he wished, successfully reviving his wife.

However, too much time had passed; after Chang'e was revived, she found that her old friends no longer recognized her—either they had become extremely powerful or extremely aged, and even

and some had even become her enemies.

Seeing that she could not accept this, Da Yi took her and flew into the night sky, to live on the moon, cut off from the world.

After finishing, Han Zichen added: 'I've heard the story of the ten suns is true; the sun in the sky is still there, it just no longer emits light. They have another name, called "white dwarf", which seems frightening. Especially the moon that still emits light, which is also called a "pulsar"; even immortals dare not approach it.'

Uh...

Xiao Feng was listening to the story when she suddenly said that, and he couldn't help but find it hard to accept.

'One sun, eight white dwarfs, and a pulsar revolving around the earth—how come you haven't been torn apart?' he complained.

Han Zichen naturally said: 'We have the protection of the Primordial Ancestor. The Nine Provinces' land has countless ancestral spirits guarding it, which is why it's not so easily destroyed.'

Xiao Feng's mouth twitched; he actually couldn't refute.

Indeed, with a Dao Ancestor present, what is a mere pulsar? Even a black hole poses no threat.

In the real world, starting from the controllers, every step is stronger than in the game world—especially the Dao Ancestor, who is nearly omnipotent!

The two fell silent for a while, gazing at the moonlight, listening to the gentle babble of the stream, enjoying this tranquility.

After a while, Han Zichen said: 'Dao brother, stay here; I want a friend. Those friends in the game all have their own homes, and at most we meet once before parting. In the eyes of my family and others, I am just a daydreamer, nobody wants me. Only you are willing to keep me company drinking and admiring the moon, speaking those words no one believes.'

Xiao Feng looked at the moon, thought for a moment, and replied: 'All right, then this virtual body of mine will stay in the Nine Provinces. Not

but… I won't stay here every day; I still need to wander around and see this vast, miraculous ancestral world.

'Mm, you can do as you please, free and unfettered. Occasionally you can come see me, have a chat, and incidentally be my backer.' Han Zichen replied happily.

Xiao Feng said: 'We often chat in the game; if you have something, just call me in the game, and I can rush over quickly.'

'Still, there are some differences. Hmm… I won't say more; I'm sleepy, I'll nap a bit.' Han Zichen said that, then immediately closed her eyes and fell asleep lying on the outdoor grass.

Xiao Feng smiled wryly, thinking she was pretending to sleep to give him a chance.

As a result, his Divine Sense sensed it, and only then did he know she was truly asleep, deeply asleep; it seemed she had accumulated a great deal of fatigue.

However, no matter how tired, the wild countryside is no place to sleep.

'Do you trust me that much?' he thought to himself, feeling somewhat helpless.

He sat quietly beside her for a while, seeing she wasn't waking soon, he picked her up and headed toward the Han family's residence.