Chapter 90: Returning To The Origin
At this moment, my companions and I no longer cared about life or death, or rather, we had come to accept that we would live if we should live and die if we should die.
We no longer cared about getting hurt, nor whether we could win.
All that existed was fearlessness in the face of a collapsing sky at this very moment! And the joy of playing in the human world.
Little Bodhisattva said, “Ori ge! Pegasus Meteor Fist!”
Big Brother and I said, “Oh dear, I’ll use the Mountain Ascension Dragon Strike!”
Xiba said, “The mountain is the mountain, the river is the river. After climbing the mountain, I cross the river again!”
Míshentú said, “Confused with gold, confused with silver, it’s better to be confused like me, Míshéntú!”
Xióngshān said, “Big Xiong, Big Xiong, Baldy Qiang is here to steal corn again!”
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Hahahaha.
“Xi Yangyang, Mei Yangyang, soft and fluffy, Grey Wolf, I’m actually a sheep, and even the green grass turns fragrant for me.”
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Although we were still fighting at this moment, the more joyful we became, the more our hearts were filled with strength.
It was as if Zuobian Shenteng no longer appeared as an unassailable mountain, but rather as organic fertilizer for our upward growth.
“I’m going to gently punch your little chest with my little fists! Hahaha!”
“Boom~!”
Mingyue punched Zuobian Shenteng, causing him to spit blood.
“Buddha Mountain’s Invisible Foot!” Then Bìlán followed up with a kick to Zuobian Shenteng’s buttocks.
Severely wounded, Zuobian Shenteng’s breathing became unstable and even rapid.
Clearly, he had lost his previous dignified appearance of a master who stood as steady as Mount Tai.
His expression turned to shock, his eyes widened as he scanned us, looking puzzled.
Because at this moment, our appearance was nothing like cultivators; we looked more like children immersed in a joyous game.
However, this appearance did not weaken us; instead, it made us stronger than before.
He, a Great Heavenly Immortal realm expert who had roamed the Heavenly Realm for so long, could not understand why at all.
Seeing him like this, I was bursting with joy inside.
See, see, I told you immortals could have weaknesses, right? How could he understand the principle that simple happiness is the greatest strength?
The simpler it is, the easier it is to be happy, and the happier one is, the more powerful they can become. This is called Returning to the Origin, and it’s also why the Primordial Spirit looks like a chibi version of oneself after it’s cultivated.
“Hahahaha! Little old man, if you don’t leave soon, Big Brother is going to pee on you! Wahaha!”
I no longer viewed Zuobian Shenteng as an unshakable Heavenly Immortal mighty figure, nor did I curse him with foul language. Instead, I saw him as an ordinary, bad old man.
Seeing my threat, Zuobian Shenteng’s face twitched, as if possessed by Zhao Si. Those who knew him knew he was Zuobian Shenteng, but those who didn’t might have thought his right liver hurt. Look at that contorted old face; if you attached a generator, it would be a perpetual motion machine.
Seeing me prepare to undo my pants and use the “Urine Sprinkling Heaven and Earth” technique on him, Zuobian Shenteng acted as if facing a great enemy. With a wave of his hand, he led his subordinates and turned to flee, leaving behind a harsh threat before he went: “Hmph! I will definitely be back!”
“Lalala lalalala, lalala…”
After the great battle, the joy returned to peace, but the unspeakable feeling in our hearts made us exceptionally excited.
“Xin, Brother Xin, hahaha, we won, haha.”
Little Bodhisattva walked towards me, laughing heartily while pulling off his shirt to cover his exposed lower body.
“Brother Xin, Brother Xin, wasn’t I fierce? I just plucked that old bad guy’s beard. Look, I’ll show you.”
Xiba held out a few strands of hair in his hand for me to see.
I shook my head and gave a wry smile. This kid, instead of moving mountains and filling seas, was now playing with plucking hair.
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After this great battle concluded, the relationship between us became very close, with no hint of estrangement.
Perhaps this was due to enduring bullying and hardship together.
Or perhaps it was the innate temperament that Big Brother possessed, which influenced them.
The group found a stream and washed away the filth on their bodies.
This was not because we didn’t know purification techniques, but rather because the streams in the Heavenly Realm were full of spiritual power, which could help heal our injuries while washing our bodies.
However, because there was a female teammate in our group, we all wore shorts in a civilized manner.
The only awkward thing was that Mingyue, as the only female here, was washing herself in mortal world underwear. We hot-blooded, eager young male animals all spurted nosebleeds that cost nothing.
Seeing this, Mingyue glared at us and chided, “You’re all grown adults, and cultivators at that. What an unpromising bunch.”
Hearing this, I feigned a serious expression, wiping my nosebleed with one hand and saying, “Exactly, why are you so unpromising? You’re already so old and are cultivators, can’t you have some dignity?”
“Brother Xin, didn’t you spurt too just now?” Xióngshān retorted cheekily.
“Can that be the same? I was experiencing internal heat, damn it. Sigh, this sky is really damn hot.”
After speaking, I secretly glanced at Mingyue’s peerless figure a few more times.
Seeing me like this, the others chimed in:
“Right, right, I’ve also been experiencing internal heat lately; my urine has been yellow for days.”
“Right, right, we’re all just suffering from internal heat.”
Even Bìlán, who had always been serious, secretly wiped away her nosebleed, her face slightly flushed, and said, “I like quiet, but sometimes too much quiet can also cause internal heat.”
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After washing, everyone changed into clean clothes. I waved my hand grandly with heroic spirit.
“Let’s go, brothers! Big Brother is treating you all to drinks!”
We wandered the Heavenly Realm for a good part of the day and finally found a two-story tavern at the foot of a large mountain that looked somewhat like ancient architecture from the mortal realm.
A very arrogant banner was hanging at the entrance, bearing the words “Three Bowls and You Can’t Cross the Ridge.”
I thought to myself, “The shopkeeper is quite bold, isn’t he? He dares to open a tavern in the Heavenly Realm and even write these words?”
When I was in the mortal realm, if I didn’t say I had a vast capacity for alcohol, I was definitely the type who could drink endlessly without getting drunk.
As soon as I saw this banner, my heart itched with curiosity about what kind of wine it was that dared to boast so much.
Besides, there was nowhere else to go nearby. In that case, so be it.
After a few of us entered the tavern, Little Bodhisattva called out to the shopkeeper, “Waiter! Bring the wine!”
“Okay! Hello, esteemed guest, how many of you are there?” The waiter was called over by Little Bodhisattva and asked politely.
“Are you blind? Can’t you count yourself?” Xióngshān retorted rudely.
I glanced at Xióngshān’s face. He gave an awkward smile, scratched his head, and quickly apologized to the waiter, “Hahaha, sorry, sorry, shopkeeper, I meant no harm. My old habits just kicked in for a moment, sorry, sorry.”
As he spoke, he cupped his hands.
I nodded in satisfaction and gave Xióngshān a very approving look.
Let me tell you, I’m not a wicked person. Besides, what’s there to be arrogant about with a waiter? It’s like my father is the village chief.
Furthermore, as cultivators from the mortal realm, we should not be evil towards others; doing good and stopping evil are the best qualities. Cough cough cough.
