Chapter 19
Chapter 19: I’m Going to Give A Wu the Childhood a Kid Deserves!
What surprised everyone was this—
Jiang Ya and Chen Miao Miao weren’t orange talent.
They were purple too.
But compared to Han Tian and Zhou Xiao’s purple, theirs was deeper, richer. Inside the purple, thin orange threads flowed like sunset light, as if their talent sat right on the edge of breaking into the next tier.
That gave everyone a clearer estimate.
If the color lasted more than three hours, it probably counted as orange.
Neither of them obsessed over it.
After hearing Han Tian’s plan, Chen Miao Miao shook her head. “My time is tight. Leave the mountain scouting to you. Once I can use spiritual qi properly, I want to study the spirit fields and the herb seeds first.”
Han Tian nodded. “Alright. We’ll report everything we find.”
Chen Miao Miao agreed.
So Han Tian, Zhou Xiao, and Jiang Ya went down the mountain together.
Wu Da Hu had wanted to go too, but he hadn’t expected the in-game sky to brighten so fast. He still had work. Since he was offline, in-game time wouldn’t wait for him. He could only miss the outing with regret.
The three followed A Wu down the mountain.
A Wu carried a small woven basket on his back. His hair was tied up like a little daoist boy, his long robe swaying as he walked. He looked so pleased with himself it was almost funny.
He was clearly just a kid.
And yet he was Longevity Sect’s Senior Brother.
For years, as a disciple of Longevity Sect, A Wu had handled all the daily chores. Not that there were many—but still.
And when you were always alone, even silence became heavy.
He was twelve. He chattered the whole way down, bright and eager, especially with Fourth Junior Sister—because she talked a lot.
One hadn’t had people to talk to in ages.
One wanted information.
Between the two of them, they could talk from sky to earth without breathing.
By the time they reached the lower paths, Zhou Xiao and the others had basically extracted everything A Wu knew.
The Yun Zhou Continent was enormous—so vast A Wu couldn’t even picture its edges.
Their patch of land belonged to one of the Yun Zhou Continent’s nine great sects: Myriad Immortals Sect.
Myriad Immortals Sect’s core territory lay in the richest and most prosperous place of all: Myriad Immortals City, a holy land every cultivator longed for.
A Wu spoke with the reverence of someone repeating old legends.
“In the sect city,” he said, “even if you don’t cultivate, just breathing… someone with spiritual roots can reach mid Qi Refining Stage in ten days.”
Here, that was impossible. Spiritual qi was too thin—so thin you barely saw Demon Beasts at all.
The few you did see were low-level, minds unawakened.
“There are Demon Beasts?” Zhou Xiao asked, eyes bright. “Senior Brother, have you fought one?”
A Wu shook his head. “Forget fighting. Senior Brother doesn’t even get to see them. Demon Beast territory isn’t here. Usually it’s the Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters of Flying Sparrow Sect who go out to train.”
Jiang Ya, quiet until now, suddenly asked, “Are there sects that tame beasts?”
A Wu nodded. “Of course. Some Demon Beasts can be tamed, but most beast-taming sects raise Spirit Beasts they breed themselves. Spirit Beasts are obedient and gentle. Their temper is much better than Demon Beasts tamed in the wild—but they’re not as strong.”
He tilted his head up, as if listening to something far away, and then added in a smaller voice, “They also say… outside the Yun Zhou Continent, there’s a Sacred Beast Clan. Bloodlines left behind by Ancient Divine Beasts. Even a newborn Sacred Beast can fight on the level of a human Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.”
He scratched his head, embarrassed. “I’ve never seen it. The former Sect Master told me. I don’t know if it’s true.”
Han Tian, Zhou Xiao, and Jiang Ya stored every word like treasure.
A Wu didn’t know much—but what he revealed was already staggering.
A world this vast, this layered…
Could a game really model all of it?
What kind of servers could carry something like that?
Would they ever see that world with their own eyes?
The thought lit something hot and restless in their chests.
Not only desire for the game.
Desire for the story.
A single glimpse, and you could already feel the pull of endless horizons.
They didn’t need to fly, but their pace was quick. Soon, the outline of Wangan County’s town rose ahead of them.
Compared to modern cities, it wasn’t large.
But it was rare.
It was real.
A real ancient town—one that belonged to a cultivation world, yet still carried that old, earthy flavor of mortal life.
They stepped onto the main street.
Vendors shouted. Footsteps and voices overlapped. People passed by in endless variety—faces, clothing, postures, stories.
That human warmth, that everyday smoke-and-fire life… it was something these players, used to delivery apps and staying indoors, almost never tasted anymore.
And in that moment, a quiet comfort settled into their bones.
“This is so nice,” Zhou Xiao murmured. “I don’t even remember how long it’s been since I enjoyed this kind of life.”
She swallowed, suddenly nostalgic. “There used to be beef guokui sold downstairs at my place every morning. Fresh fried. Crispy outside, packed with beef—salty, fragrant. Then I hit high school and buried myself in studying. After that… I never saw scenes like this again.”
Han Tian swallowed hard. “Stop. Now I’m hungry. If I order delivery now, it’ll probably be factory food.”
Even Jiang Ya glanced at them.
A Wu looked at Zhou Xiao curiously. “Junior Sister, what are you talking about? High school? Studying?”
Zhou Xiao froze.
They were talking about the modern world. The System hadn’t stopped them?
A prompt flashed:
[Ding: Aside from filtering keywords such as “game” and “player,” the System does not restrict player speech or behavior. Players, please use your own judgment.]
Zhou Xiao cleared her throat carefully. “Nothing. I was just remembering my past.”
A Wu nodded, as if that explained everything. Then he brightened. “Do you want beef patties? We don’t have the guokui you mentioned, but we do have beef patties.”
He thumped his chest. “Senior Brother knows where. I’ll take you!”
He dashed ahead, weaving through the crowd, and stopped at a stall.
“Uncle!” A Wu called. “Give me five—no. Fifty-two beef patties!”
One for every Junior Sister and Junior Brother.
One for him.
And one for the Sect Master.
As long as it wasn’t something infused with spiritual qi, it was laughably cheap compared to spending spirit stones.
“Coming right up!” the vendor shouted.
Zhou Xiao stared.
She’d only said it casually.
But A Wu had taken it seriously.
Something hot stung behind her eyes.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, voice rough with emotion. “That feeling… that feeling of someone taking your words to heart.”
Then she spun toward Han Tian like she’d made a vow to heaven.
“big shot, I’m done for. I’m playing this game for the rest of my life. I’m going to build a better sect for the Sect Master. I’m going to give A Wu the childhood a kid deserves!”
Her eyes flared.
“Spend money—hurry up and open spending, System. I want this game to know what a terrifying whale player looks like!”
Han Tian and Jiang Ya stared at her in silence.
But they were shaken too.
A Wu wasn’t just a quest-giver. Not just an NPC.
Not when he remembered a single offhand sentence and turned it into action.
Not when the town around them breathed like it had a heartbeat.
Everything was too vivid.
Too alive.
They’d only been in this world a few hours, yet they’d thought about it countless times—
Could a game really do this?
And the real question, rising under all the wonder like a shadow:
Would a game like this draw the attention of the state?