How to Bring Common Sense to Xianxia World

This is one of the typical moves of a regressor, or even some Heaven’s Chosen, especially when they need rare or large amounts of resources for their cultivation but are afraid to show their faces for fear of being suppressed.

They usually act this way because they lack powerful connections while being too weak to carry weight in negotiations. They also fear being backstabbed or simply want to avoid trouble, which is a valid reason.

But the main reason is still their weakness. They are simply too weak. In this world, weakness is a sin. It brings inconvenience and invites disaster.

Wei Chen had tried to reduce this, and it had improved due to his public broadcasts. But it was still not enough. Only this city maintained an air of civility, because it lay within the range of his broadcasts and had strict enforcers.

In other cities, that was not the case.

This was caused by the nature of this world. The disparity in personal combat power made it impossible to properly maintain law and order.

How could an enforcer restrain someone at the peak of power in this world? Someone who could erase a mountain with a fingertip.

To make matters worse, the strongest individuals often acted as protective umbrellas for their clans. This allowed the young masters of those clans to act recklessly while borrowing that power.

As a result, enforcers, who only had average cultivation at the Core Formation level, were unable to enforce the law.

Unlike in his previous life, where cops usually had gadgets and equipment to deal with problems as they arose, and none of the people there possessed physiques or personal strength beyond human limits.

Even the most powerful fighters or strongest bodybuilders would still bleed and die under gunfire. They would succumb if a group of cops beat them with batons, and they would be paralyzed and collapse to the ground if they were hit by a taser.

This was one problem. There was also the issue of extremist demonic cultivators who caused chaos, such as massacring entire cities for their twisted rituals or cultivation arts.

This was one of the major sources of mortal deaths in this world.

Wei Chen thought about it. He believed he had a way to fix this, at least to some degree, but he still lacked the necessary tools.

He then thought about that regressor. If that man was skilled in crafting artifacts...

Maybe, just maybe, he could achieve it, provided his skill was sufficient.

With this in mind, Wei Chen pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked at the woman in front of him, who had been patiently waiting.

"Thank you, Yaoyao. I think I have a solution now." Wei Chen smiled as he thanked her.

"Mm... don’t worry. It’s nothing." Mo Xingyao nodded.

The two gazed into each other’s eyes. Silence lingered as neither knew what to say next. The awkwardness grew, and Mo Xingyao’s heart began to beat faster.

"Err... ahem." She coughed lightly, trying to clear the tension. "If there is nothing else, I will go back to my courtyard first. I think Yu’er is already having a headache dealing with that troublemaker."

With that, she quickly stood up and walked out of the guest hall. But before she could step out, Wei Chen followed her and grabbed her arm, pulling her into his chest.

!?

Startled, Mo Xingyao froze. A soft but masculine scent filled her senses. Before she could react, his lips met hers. Her eyes widened as panic surged through her body. His kiss deepened, and her mind went blank under the sudden, overwhelming sensation.

"Ahem!"

A stern, deliberate cough broke the moment.

It was the masked bodyguard with a large sword on her back. A faint blush reached her ears. Though her eyes were hidden behind the mask, Wei Chen could tell she was glaring daggers at him.

Seizing the chance, Mo Xingyao immediately pushed Wei Chen away and used her qinggong to flee the courtyard, her bodyguard following closely behind.

Watching her retreating figure, like a startled rabbit, Wei Chen could not help but chuckle.

— A week Later - Heavenly Sword Sect —

Jian Heng sat in his chair, sipping tea in the gazebo within the artificial lake garden of his private courtyard. Today, he had an honored guest visiting at his invitation. Jian Heng closed his eyes, enjoying the music in the air, a thin and gentle smile widening as the melody soothed him.

At this moment, as he waited, one of the disciples walked into the garden, interrupting the soothing music and tranquility.

"Reporting to Vice Sect Leader, the honored guest has arrived," the disciple said with cupped fists.

Jian Heng nodded. "Bring the honored guest in."

The disciple bowed again and left the garden.

After a few minutes, the guest was brought in. It was a middle-aged man with brows as straight as swords and eyes that were solemn and stern, filled with righteous dignity.

It was Lian Cheng, disguised as the same middle-aged man he had used when contacting the elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect at the Sword Resting Inn.

Jian Heng stood up and nodded to the guest with the bare minimum of respect, neither arrogant nor servile. He gestured toward an empty seat opposite him in the gazebo, signaling for Lian Cheng to sit.

"Thank you, Vice Sect Leader Jian, for your generosity," Lian Cheng said with a composed posture. His greeting matched Jian Heng’s, neither arrogant nor servile.

Jian Heng nodded in acknowledgment, and the two sat in the gazebo. They sipped tea and exchanged pleasantries for a while, but a trace of impatience flickered in Jian Heng’s eyes, even though his demeanor remained calm and respectful.

"May I know what occasion has brought you, the Forge Lord, to my humble abode today? You mentioned in your letter that you have a way to grant my long-cherished wish. What kind of wish do you intend to grant?" Jian Heng asked, opening the topic.

Seeing the hint of impatience, Lian Cheng could not help but smile. It was the smile of a fisherman who had just hooked a large fish. He placed his teacup down and began to speak.

"Vice Sect Leader Jian, you know it in your heart, the wish you have kept hidden. You have tried everything in your power, yet you still cannot achieve it. It is like a treasure locked inside a chest without a key. You can only stare at it every day, unable to open it," Lian Cheng said in a mysterious tone, speaking in broad terms so that Jian Heng would reveal it himself.

That way, he could better capitalize on the situation and gain more leverage in the negotiation. Just because he came here to gain favor from Jian Heng did not mean he would not take advantage of it.

The more Jian Heng showed impatience, the more the Heaven Forging Lord could benefit from it.

Jian Heng tilted his head. "I still do not understand what you are trying to imply."

Seeing this, Lian Cheng could not help but admire him. As expected of the Vice Sect Leader of the strongest righteous sect and the future Sword Saint of the continent, he was not easy to manipulate.

Lian Cheng smiled and shook his head. "Come on, Vice Sect Leader Jian. We are both intelligent people. I know what you desire the most, regarding..." He paused, dragging out his words as he looked at Jian Heng.

"The Eternal Ice."

Boom!

There! He had dropped the bomb. From his previous life, he knew that Jian Heng’s most cherished wish was to release his wife, Su Yurong, from the Eternal Ice.

Of course, Jian Heng had eventually achieved his wish, but only after becoming the number one Sword Saint and ascending to the immortal realm, where he obtained the means to do so.

But by that time, his wife’s lifespan was nearing its end. She had only three months left to live. Even though the Eternal Ice had preserved her body in perfect condition, every human still had a lifespan decreed by heaven. The ice did not stop time. It continued to pass.

With no time left to cultivate, Su Yurong chose to spend her remaining days with Jian Heng, living a quiet life as husband and wife. Jian Heng retired from the Jianghu to stay by her side.

Not long after his wife passed away, Jian Heng changed. He became a man filled with immense hatred toward heaven.

That was why, in Lian Cheng’s previous life, Jian Heng had become his right-hand man, a general who helped him carve a path of blood toward the immortal throne, driven by the shared ambition to forge and reshape heaven itself.

Lian Cheng expected a shocked or at least uncomfortable expression from Jian Heng, the calm and righteous Vice Sect Leader. But the moment he looked at him, he only saw a smile, even a chuckle.

As if he had just heard something amusing.

"As expected of that guy... what he said was right. Hahaha." Jian Heng forced himself to calm down before speaking again.

"My apologies, Forge Lord. Let me introduce you to someone."

Jian Heng then turned his head toward the nearby music pavilion not far from the gazebo where they were seated. The pavilion was partially obscured by gauze curtains.

"Rong’er, you may come out," Jian Heng called.

Lian Cheng’s face was full of confusion. Rong’er? Could it be... no, that was impossible.

But the moment a young woman with an orchid-like demeanor walked out of the music pavilion and stood before them, he saw her face. It was a face he recognized.

"Forge Lord, this is my wife, Su Yurong," Jian Heng said with a smile, pride evident in his eyes as he introduced his virtuous wife.

Boom.

It felt like thunder struck Lian Cheng’s mind. It was Su Yurong. Jian Heng’s beloved wife.