With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World

Xiang Wuji now had a long beard, his Daoist robe was loose and sloppy, without a trace of majesty, nor the demeanor of a cultivator.

Xiang Wuji smiled and patted the child’s head.

He formed a few hand seals with his hands.

"Oh? This is interesting."

The child’s Qi Fortune was indeed unusual, on the surface, it appeared as a blank white like an ordinary mortal’s.

Beneath this layer of white, however, was black, and within the black, a hint of gold.

"The child of a Mortal Immortal, a mundane and common fate."

"Black clouds shroud the Celestial Spirit, and at eighteen, the life is cut short."

Xiang Wuji softly uttered these words.

The boy’s face showed some confusion.

His mother’s expression changed dramatically at this time, and disregarding the strange looks from those around her, she stepped forward and clutched Xiang Wuji’s sleeve.

"Who, who are you really?"

Xiang Wuji laughed heartily.

"Just a carefree wanderer in the mortal world."

The woman’s face went through several changes, and she unexpectedly knelt down directly.

"Please, please sir, save my son."

"It can be done, but, the consultation fee..."

Xiang Wuji rubbed his hands together.

The woman suddenly understood, and she quickly took out money from her bosom, bits of silver, copper coins, hairpins, a jade pendant...

"Sir, I didn’t bring much money with me."

Xiang Wuji, however, picked out ten copper coins from the pile.

Xiang Wuji stroked his long beard, closed his eyes slightly, and said thoughtfully, "The time is about right now."

"Kneel."

The boy had not yet reacted before his mother pressed him to the ground.

And at this moment, a sudden commotion arose around them.

It turned out to be an earthquake, and the people of this small mundane city were instantly panic-stricken, having no regard for the strange pair of mother and son, fleeing helter-skelter.

"Hehehehehe..."

"The offspring of the Heavenly Sound Taoist..."

"Finally found it!"

"I, the True Monarch, once swore to end the bloodline of the Heavenly Sound Taoist."

Black Qi swirled in the sky, black clouds pressed down on the city.

A shadow resembling a bat hovered high above, laughing eerily.

At the same time, several large holes opened up in the ground, and a few stooped, short figures emerged.

"Sir, I implore you to take care of the child." The woman was as pale as could be, but then a slightly abnormal flush appeared on her face.

She handed a jade talisman to Xiang Wuji.

Finally, a hint of interest appeared in Xiang Wuji’s eyes.

This jade talisman had a rare aura of space on it.

Perhaps it was the long-lost Thousand-Mile Teleportation Talisman.

"Sir, please activate this jade talisman."

At the same time, the woman’s breath descended to the extreme, or perhaps, her previously healthy appearance was an illusion. Her organs had unknowingly weakened to the extreme.

"Born from the mundane, ended by encountering the immortal."

"This time, I still haven’t comprehended much."

Xiang Wuji merely sighed, tucked the jade talisman into his bosom.

"This jade talisman shall be the consultation fee for your second divination."

"I will make an exception to resolve this calamity for you."

Xiang Wuji clapped his hands, and the bat-like shadow in the sky let out a scream.

An arrow, from God knows when, penetrated its chest, pinning it firmly to the city wall.

This was a middle-aged man with a pale face, his aura was extraordinary, at the Early-Stage Foundation Establishment, he could be considered a king in these parts.

After all, this place was close to the Spiritless Mountain Range, where Spiritual Qi was relatively scarce.

In the distance, dozens of figures in exquisite black robes approached.

The middle-aged man was in pain yet shocked.

"Blood, Blood Demon Sect!?"

The name of the Blood Demon Sect had already spread throughout the entire Danyang Cultivation Realm.

"Disciple, pay respects to the Patriarch!"

These dozens of figures uniformly half-kneeled in front of Xiang Wuji.

"Arrange for this child to enter my Blood Demon Sect."

Xiang Wuji clapped his hands, something seemed to be awakening from his body, the long beard he had grown fell off, and his robe changed to the same exquisite black robe as the many disciples.

An aura gradually spread, seemingly freezing the entire city.

Xiang Wuji broke free from his mundane guise and returned to being the Demon Giant who could summon storms with a flip of his hand.

Xiang Wuji patted the boy’s head.

This child was special, likely the offspring of a cultivator, possibly with a high-grade physique dormant within, but he would never awaken without Xiang Wuji.

If not for Xiang Wuji, this child might have been entrusted by his mother to someone else, activating the Thousand-Mile Teleportation Talisman, escaping with his life.

But the rest of his life would be devoid of any Immortal Fate, like a mortal, no, worse than a mortal, dying at eighteen from being drained for lack of True Essence to awaken his physique.

Yet with the help of a benefactor, he could awaken his physique, and his future would be bright.

Xiang Wuji just smiled, not even bothering to ask the child’s name.

He simply said casually, "Handle it yourselves."

Then departed.

Bringing a future Celestial Pride back to the sect was no longer noteworthy for Xiang Wuji.

He had no desire to take on a disciple.

It was merely an act of spontaneity.

Ten years ago, Xiang Wuji had arrived in the mortal world near the Spiritless Mountain Range.

There were very few cultivators here.

In his ten years of wandering among mortals, he had not encountered a single one.

Since he met one, it ends here.

[Changtian Calendar Year 11,470, you ended your journey in the mortal world.]

[You observed the myriad states of beings and gained some initial insight, yet you know this is entirely insufficient.]

[You ended by encountering an immortal, casually taking a child with remarkable Qi Fortune into the Blood Demon Sect.]

[You obtained an unknown space talisman.]