Master of Strange Dao

Recently, Wang Zixuan has been staying in Kuihou Country, without the mindset of a King Juan who constantly pursues realms and immortality like many cultivators.

Even now that he has a human form, he prioritizes lying flat.

After all, he has no anxiety about lifespan.

The only anxiety he has is merely about survival.

Wang Zixuan sees things very clearly, even more than most of the human race; he hopes for the human race to improve and grow stronger.

When he sensed Cha Wang and several other gods breaking free from their prison, he nearly wet himself in fear.

Later, he sensed a god had fallen, an event of such magnitude that it couldn't be concealed, like a star falling, suddenly dispelling darkness, forever plunging into void.

He didn't know exactly what happened, but it didn't stop him from inviting everyone in the brothel to drink for three days.

He cheered for Dadui's return, sincerely hoping for the human race to prosper, wishing for more top-tier experts, hoping for those absurd fellows to multiply.

Hopefully, they could press all gods until they can't lift their backsides.

He even wanted to see the stars fall and the twilight of all gods.

That way, he could experience various beautiful lives without worrying about being trampled by gods someday.

He actually didn't fear death, nor annihilation; he just feared returning to that state where he couldn't seek life nor death.

During these days with the human race, the phrase he identified with the most was:

"Life isn't scary; death isn't scary; it's the endless pursuit of unachievable life and death that's most terrifying."

And once, he was born a deity, without the limitation of Innate's short lifespan, not easily dying.

Similarly, the state of unachievable life and death is also the state he could easily fall into.

After being trapped in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World for so many years, he had long had enough, really had enough.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have schemed exhaustively, risking offending the one in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World to escape.

Now, he prefers to call it the Mud Sea of the Muddied World rather than the Fallen Abyss.

Just a change in terminology is enough to show how strong his desire to sever ties with the past is.

Sitting on the second floor, watching the newly arrived Oiran below with a fresh tune, Wang Zixuan immediately smiled and took out a storage bag to give as a reward.

Now, he enjoys this very much; although Kuihou Country is small and a bit chaotic, it's far superior in the brothel scene compared to Daqian.

Even when the singer leaves, and the storyteller comes up, narrating all kinds of odd tales with an undulating tone, both the stories and the storytelling skills far exceed those in Daqian.

Wang Zixuan listens with great interest, and when it's over, he immediately gives another reward.

Anyway, he has Spirit Stones, and he doesn't use them for cultivation nor consume them in alchemy or artifact refining; besides spending them, they serve no other purpose.

And if he wants to make some money, he doesn't even need to collect it himself; following his little black can easily get it for him.

Of course, it's not stealing or robbing; for that amount of money, causing trouble isn't worth it. They directly find fragmented small veins in the wilderness and take from there.

While Wang Zixuan is happily indulging and continually degenerating, a Gui Gong delivers a letter.

"Prince, someone just sent a letter specifying it to be delivered to the Prince."

"Is it another invitation?"

"Probably not..."

"Who sent it?"

"Don't know."

"Hmm?" Wang Zixuan was slightly stunned; the Gui Gong here shouldn't be so indiscreet, sending him everything.

Gui Gong hesitated slightly, raising the envelope with both hands.

In the center of the envelope, it read "To Wang Zixuan".

Gui Gong flipped the envelope over, revealing two lines of poetry on the back.

"Sunlight flees then the wind gently passes, the distant road is unclear when people are gone."

"What does this mean?"

"No one knows what these two lines of poetry mean.

But it should be sent by the Riddler.

Several years ago, the Riddler sent a letter to the top, with these two lines on the back of the envelope.

It should be a code for the local Riddler to identify.

Usually, I handle reception at the Qinghe Building, so I was specifically warned by the higher-ups not to inadvertently offend people out of ignorance.

This letter is beyond my jurisdiction. Since it's specified to be given to the Prince, I can only deliver it personally."

Wang Zixuan took the letter, seeming very ordinary, without any power—just a regular letter.

After tearing it open, the first sentence inside was visible.

"Wang Zixuan, you've gotten guts!"

The moment he saw this sentence, a strong sense of meaning emerged.

It was as if someone was standing in front of him, one hand pressing down on his head, overlooking him, wryly saying.

"Wang Zixuan, you've gotten guts!

Do you think everything is fine now?

Even daring to block out the calls?

Do you think that one is truly asleep?

Come to Jiachen City to see me."

Just these few short sentences, the handwriting on the letter slowly dissipated, and the letter paper suddenly caught fire, instantly turning to ashes.

Wang Zixuan naturally knew who this was from.

He truly didn't think everything was fine, intentionally blocking out the calls.

Rather, in the eyes of those bastards in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, he had always been a shameless scoundrel.

Even later, Che Lun and the others didn't care about these things.

But in recent years, those bastards from the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, occasionally calling him, continuously causing him grief, were all crazy.

Unable to bear their harassment, he simply blocked all calls, happily continuing his slack.

However, upon seeing this letter, especially mentioning the one presumed to be asleep, Wang Zixuan could no longer sit still.