Chapter 1128: The Difference Between Immortals and Mortals

"You agree? Don't worry, I will definitely come back to honor you!"

Chu Xiaoqi was extremely excited and even spoke respectfully. Previously, he was always reckless, careless, and disrespectful when facing Han Jue.

Han Jue nodded with a smile.

Chu Xiaoqi decided to return after dawn. He was very excited all night long, immensely looking forward to going home. He wanted to prove to his family that his choice was not wrong, that he wasn't indulging in wishful thinking or being led astray!

That night, Chu Xiaoqi tossed and turned until nearly dawn, only waking up at noon.

Before leaving, Chu Xiaoqi kowtowed to Han Jue, who ignored him while continuing to Cultivate with his eyes closed.

For some reason, Chu Xiaoqi felt a pang of sadness.

The grandfather before him was definitely the best person to him, even better than his own parents. At home, there were too many siblings, and his parents were busy making a living, so they didn't show him much affection. Some of his older brothers even bullied him.

Chu Xiaoqi walked to the edge of the cliff, preparing for Sword Flight. He couldn't help but turn back and ask, "Grandpa, do you want to come with me?"

His heart was full of anticipation, yet he knew it was impossible.

How could an Immortal move so easily?

"Alright."

Han Jue replied and then stood up.

Chu Xiaoqi's eyes widened. He couldn't believe his ears.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Aren't you supposed to be Cultivating?"

"The world is vast; one can Cultivate anywhere."

"That's great!"

Chu Xiaoqi was extremely excited. He also wanted to introduce Han Jue to his family.

Han Jue had Chu Xiaoqi perform Sword Flight, while he himself traveled by Cloud Riding, sitting cross-legged on the cloud, and continuing to Cultivate.

"Holy cow, Grandpa, why didn't you teach me that move?"

Chu Xiaoqi widened his eyes again and shouted loudly.

This kid always liked to widen his eyes, making Han Jue feel like he resembled the passionate male protagonists of the anime he watched in his previous life.

Although he had attained the Creation Sovereign position, Han Jue still felt that humanity remained in his bones. The invincible beings born from different races and experiences ultimately had some differences. As he aged, he actually missed the time when he was weak. Only humans were like this; other races would not be.

The essence of humans is still valuing emotion, no matter what kind of emotion it is.

Han Jue did not want to completely strip this away. He was who he was, and he wanted to be himself, not assimilate into other beings.

Along the way, Chu Xiaoqi once again turned into a Chatterbox.

"Grandpa, do you have a family?"

"Yes."

"Where are they?"

"They are in a very, very distant place, so far that you might not reach it in this lifetime."

"Ah, well… Sorry."

"Heh heh."

Chu Xiaoqi thought Han Jue's family had all died, realized his slip of the tongue, and quickly changed the subject.

He started introducing his family situation. In truth, he didn't particularly like that home; he just wanted to go back and prove himself.

Chu Xiaoqi kept talking, and Han Jue listened silently.

The two flew toward the horizon, Chu Xiaoqi's hearty laughter echoing under the firmament… Inside a vast palace, figures gathered. The weakest among them were Quasi-Saints, and standing at the very front were three Primordial Chaos Saints.

Their gazes were filled with reverence, all looking in one direction.

In front of them, a figure sat in the position of the Master of this Great World—it was none other than Huang Zuntian.

After the Great Dao Calamity ended, Huang Zuntian obtained a Great Fortune. The name Primordial Chaos Demon God shook the Endless Era, and his cultivation was considered top-tier among those below the Creator Daoists.

The beings present did not know his identity this time. The difference in status was immense, and they were not qualified to know, but Huang Zuntian was too powerful; the mere sense of oppression was enough to make Saints lose the will to resist.

The Master of the Great World was a Daoist in Gray Robes. He frowned and asked, "Senior, have you found what you were looking for?"

Huang Zuntian opened his eyes. In that instant, everyone in the hall lowered their heads, daring not to meet his gaze.

"Not yet, but perhaps it will appear in the future. You all must keep an eye out for me. One day, a person of unparalleled talent will appear. He will be bloodthirsty and bring disaster to all living beings, not just in your Great World. If that day truly comes, you can use this Token to contact me."

As his voice fell, Huang Zuntian vanished. A black Token floated above the throne, engraved with a bizarre figure.

Everyone exchanged glances. Huang Zuntian's departure relieved them, but his words cast a shadow over their hearts.

Is this Great World about to face a Great Catastrophe?

They could not divine it, but they dared not ignore Huang Zuntian's words… Chu Xiaoqi's home was in a small Township. The nearest city was a hundred miles away, and most of the people in this Township made a living by hunting and fishing.

After entering the Township, Han Jue followed Chu Xiaoqi home.

Chu Xiaoqi's parents were already fifty years old. His father's back was hunched, and he leaned on a cane, looking ten years older than his actual age.

Seeing Chu Xiaoqi, his parents were very excited, and his mother even wept tears of joy. But in less than ten breaths, his father started chasing Chu Xiaoqi, trying to hit him. His two older sisters also came out, pleasantly surprised by Chu Xiaoqi's return. As for his three older brothers, they were still hunting in the mountains.

After some commotion, Chu Xiaoqi introduced Han Jue to his family. They had already been paying attention to Han Jue. Han Jue had white hair but an extremely youthful appearance. They had never seen such a handsome man. Chu Xiaoqi's two older sisters blushed shyly, afraid to stare directly at Han Jue.

"Thank you, Immortal, for saving him…"

Chu Xiaoqi's father, Chu Dazhu, said tremblingly. He didn't believe Han Jue was an Immortal, but Han Jue had saved his son after all.

Chu Xiaoqi suddenly leaped up, and a Wooden Sword appeared beneath his feet. He began circling above the courtyard, shouting excitedly, attracting the attention of the neighbors.

Chu Dazhu and the others were dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

The neighbors gasped repeatedly when they saw it.

Han Jue watched Chu Xiaoqi with a smile. Such Youthful Spirit should be encouraged.

He really doesn't resemble me; he's quite similar to his old man.

Soon, even the Township Head was alarmed, and the news of Chu Xiaoqi becoming an Immortal Cultivator spread rapidly.

Han Jue was also sought after. Facing the enthusiastic attempts at conversation from these Mortals, Han Jue did not get angry. Fortunately, Chu Xiaoqi wasn't stupid and promptly asked his mother to arrange a room for Han Jue to Cultivate, keeping him away from trouble.

Han Jue hid in the room and began to Cultivate.

In the evening, Chu Xiaoqi's three older brothers returned. They were greatly surprised to learn that Chu Xiaoqi had successfully found Seeking Immortality. That night, they knelt before Han Jue's room, wanting to become his disciples, but Han Jue refused them.

In the following days, Chu Xiaoqi went around promoting his Spells, making the entire Township lively. This even alarmed the nearby city, and the City Lord personally came to meet the Immortal.

Han Jue did not show up, but Chu Xiaoqi handled things quite well on his own. The City Lord even wanted to marry his daughter to Chu Xiaoqi. This rapid pace made Chu Xiaoqi realize the influence of Immortal Cultivation on Mortals.

Another night, Chu Xiaoqi came to visit Han Jue, complaining wildly.

"That City Lord's daughter looks like a pig and wants to cling to me too! It makes this Young Master furious! She's not even as pretty as Little Hua from the Township. Little Hua's figure, tsk tsk…"

As Chu Xiaoqi spoke, a lewd smile appeared on his face.