Chapter 107: Tokyo, Not Hot (Request Monthly Tickets! Request Subscription!)

"Sigh, living in a world like this must be tough for you..."

After sorting through this bizarre set of memories, the reincarnator Wu Xian reached out and patted the ancient martial artist Wu Xian on the shoulder, his face filled with wistful sighs.

But soon, as if remembering something, his expression softened into a mischievous grin.

"By the way, according to your memories, the power level in that world doesn’t seem too high—barely scraping the edge of mid-level martial arts."

"But now that you’ve shared our strength, once you return, you’ll essentially be invincible across the land... So, besides saving your master’s family, do you have any other plans?"

"Of course I do!"

The ancient martial arts Wu Xian clenched his fist, his face radiating righteous indignation: "Now that I have sufficient power, I’ll dominate the entire martial world, then exterminate every pervert and lustful demon from the evil sects—utterly eradicating cowboys, and restoring a pure, bright world for the true lovers!"

"So what about the immortal female heroes? Don’t tell me you have no designs on them."

Hearing the ancient martial arts Wu Xian’s grand declarations, the other Wu Xians remained expressionless, all casting sidelong glares of disdain at him.

Buddy, fooling others is one thing—but fooling your own kind? That’s going too far.

"Ahem!"

The ancient martial arts Wu Xian’s face flushed red, then he muttered under his breath: "What’s wrong with that? I’ve saved the world—can’t I enjoy a little reward? Besides, even if I didn’t want them, those immortal heroines insisted on offering themselves to me—I couldn’t very well refuse, could I?"

"Very reasonable!" x4

The other four Wu Xians all nodded in agreement, then the reincarnator Wu Xian suddenly reached out, slinging an arm around the ancient martial artist Wu Xian’s shoulder with a brotherly grin:

"Bro, I’ve got a favor to ask—next time you share memories in the space, skip the censorship. We’re all one family; no need to hide anything."

"And with such an outstanding contribution, your status in this space is now rock-solid. No one who comes after will dare disrespect you. Right?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

"Exactly! From now on, you’re our leader—the head big brother of all Wu Xians. Anyone who opposes you, I’ll be the first to punch them!"

"Me too!"

The other three Wu Xians, upon hearing there’d be uncensored silver scenes to watch, immediately nodded enthusiastically—no trace of disdain left.

"Ah, this..."

Perhaps because he’d spent too long in the classical wuxia world, the ancient martial arts Wu Xian’s moral Dixian was clearly much lower than the others’.

So when he saw the others groveling to him, he only hesitated for a few minutes before readily agreeing.

At the same time, he made one request of the reincarnator Wu Xian: after returning, exchange with the Master God for several powerful dual-cultivation techniques—he’d need them right away.

"By the way! Speaking of techniques, I just remembered something."

The reincarnator Wu Xian tapped his forehead and grinned: "You’ve all seen my memories—you know Cheng Xiao exchanged for the three prerequisite techniques of the Nine Yin Nine Yang Great Luo Scripture."

"Since all three of you cultivate internal martial arts, I’ll share those three techniques with you next time. Each of you trains one, and effectively, you’re training all three."

"Thanks to the mysterious space’s properties, you might even reach the peak of this SS-rank technique."

"Holy shit! There’s actually a trick like this? No wonder you’re the one!"

"That’s great, but how do we split them? Who gets the Heaven-Earth Interplay Yin-Yang Great Sorrow Scripture?"

"Obviously me—unless you all want to see uncensored silver scenes!"

"Fuck! You’re ruthless!"

Thus, the Wu Xians began enthusiastically discussing again, the topic gradually shifting toward the world of the ancient martial arts Wu Xian.

Most of it revolved around strategizing how to brutally slaughter those despicable cowboys.

At that moment, a ripple suddenly appeared in the space nearby.

From it slowly emerged the Dragon Clan Wu Xian, dressed in casual attire. Seeing the three unfamiliar faces among the group, he paused briefly, then smiled and greeted them.

"Hey! Long time no see, everyone! New member today?"

"Hehe! You won’t believe how high-quality this new guy is."

The reincarnator Wu Xian grinned mysteriously, bumped fists with the Dragon Clan Wu Xian, and directly exchanged memories.

But after viewing the Dragon Clan Wu Xian’s recent experiences, the reincarnator Wu Xian’s eyes widened in disbelief, and his comment slipped out involuntarily.

"Holy shit, you bastard, you robbed the Snake Eight Families, killed Oki Masamune and his physical body, and even kidnapped Eri—planning to raise a natural-dumbbell, big-chested witch girl, are you?"

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Dragon Clan World, Tokyo.

Tokyo is nominally the capital, but due to historical and administrative divisions, the term “Tokyo” carries many ambiguous and confusing meanings.

For example: Tokyo City, Tokyo Metropolis, Tokyo Prefecture, Tokyo Metropolitan Area—all can be called Tokyo.

Of course, geographically speaking, when people say “Tokyo,” they mean the Tokyo Metropolitan District, also known as the 23 Special Wards, composed of 23 district-level administrative units.

Thus, strictly speaking, the term “Tokyo City” does not exist.

Also, here’s a little-known fact: Tokyo has a temperate climate, so it’s not hot.

April 15, 2010, clear weather.

Wu Xian walked out through a special exit at Haneda Airport, dressed in black casual attire.

Seeing the dense crowds at the regular airport exit, like ants swarming, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

It’s great to be rich.

"Hello, Mr. Wu, welcome to Japan’s Tokyo. We’ve been waiting for you."

A pleasant voice came from ahead. Wu Xian turned to see a beautiful woman in professional business attire bowing gracefully at the exit.

A perfectly executed ninety-degree bow, with her cleavage deliberately displayed—clearly packed with Japanese local flavor and charm.

But...

Wu Xian studied the woman—striking in both face and figure—for a long moment before speaking in fluent Japanese:

"I’m Wu Xian. Thank you for your patience. Your company’s service and efficiency are excellent."

At this, the woman’s smile brightened further.

"Naturally. Mr. Wu is our highest-tier VIP client—your service must match your status."

She stepped aside, revealing the black extended limousine behind her, and smoothly switched from Japanese to flawless Mandarin:

"Please step in. First, we’ll take you back to the Imperial Hotel to rest, then, according to your wishes, we’ll tour all over Tokyo, ensuring you the most unforgettable travel experience."

"Is that so? That’s truly something to look forward to."

Wu Xian smiled and stepped directly into the spacious, comfortable back seat.

As for trivial matters like showing passports or visas to airport staff, for true wealth, there’s no need to lift a finger—someone else handles it automatically.

When the woman took the front passenger seat, Wu Xian suddenly remembered something and asked: "By the way, beautiful lady, what should I call you?"

"Sakuraba Mii."

The woman turned with a radiant smile.

"That’s my name. Just call me Mii from now on. I look forward to your guidance."

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