Chapter 427: The Witch’s Night Raid

The lake surface was calm, and the eaves of the pavilion reflected the sunlight.

Ripples shimmered.

Silently reflecting.

But that tranquility was broken by the old man's voice.

Li Wanshou's expression was pained; he huffed and puffed, complaining that Xu Xi's cultivation had reached its peak and he should at least have eighty or ninety grand-disciples.

When he reached an excited point.

The old man seemed parched, downing the spirit tea in his cup in one gulp.

Xu Xi chuckled, refilled the old man's tea, and listened unhurriedly as the old man poured out his clichéd advice about marriage.

In the end.

He finally asked: "Teacher, why are you suddenly concerned about this?"

To this, the old man remained silent for a long time, his tone tinged with melancholy.

"I just wanted to tell you…"

"Some things should not be hesitated upon too much."

"And—"

Li Wanshou frowned deeply, looked at Xu Xi across the stone table, and snorted again: "You Rebellious Disciple, you are not young anymore; you really should consider the important matter of marriage."

Xu Xi knew.

The age Li Wanshou was referring to was not his physical age in the real world.

But rather his total age from the countless times he had experienced Reincarnation through his simulations.

Stacking up time and again.

Lifetime after lifetime.

Adding it all up, Xu Xi was indeed no longer young, and in a sense, he was an "old fellow."

"Hum~~"

Accompanied by a faint humming sound of space.

Xu Xi left the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Standing in the Void Realm, he strolled along, overlooking the prosperity of the capital from high above.

"Marriage…"

Recalling the old man's exhortations, Xu Xi had a complex expression.

He had naturally thought about marriage; after all, as a human, one would have seven emotions and six desires.

But.

Some things were not up to Xu Xi alone to decide.

He could not unilaterally make a hasty decision.

"Let's deliver the supplements to Xiao Hong first," Xu Xi shook his head, took out various nourishing items he had prepared in advance, and stepped into the underground of the Bureau of Supernatural Administration in the capital.

The familiar palace.

The familiar treasure.

The familiar Dragon.

When Xu Xi arrived at his destination, the Red Dragon was lying comfortably amidst a mountain of gold and a sea of silver.

Bejeweled and colorful, its crimson Dragon scales were like flowing magma, steaming with surging heat waves and white mist.

As its Dragon tail swept across.

It even generated roaring storms.

Xu Xi nodded slightly; putting other aspects aside, the Red Dragon's appearance was quite intimidating.

"Hehehe!"

"Hehehehe!"

Lexanches was sleeping very soundly.

Its massive Dragon head rested on the ground, muttering unclear sleep talk. Vaguely, Xu Xi could only hear words like "Dragon God," "Rise," and "Enduring for hundreds of millions of years."

"I always feel…"

"It's been a long time since I knocked Xiao Hong on the head."

The Red Dragon's sleep talk made Xu Xi find it somewhat amusing.

He thought about it.

He placed the various supplements he had prepared in a spot where the Red Dragon would see them the moment it woke up.

And thoughtfully wrote words of encouragement.

Encouraging the Red Dragon to keep working hard and shine for the research of Dragon blood crops.

"Hmm, this will do."

"Sleeping so soundly, I won't wake it up."

Looking at his arrangement, Xu Xi nodded lightly, tore open a spatial rift again, and left the underground palace filled with the snoring of the Dragon.

Several hours later.

The snoring slowly subsided.

Following closely was an angry roar.

"Abominable Dragon Speaker!"

"To actually bribe the great Dragon, Rexanches Astartes Nesario Acnologia Cakkarogita!"

"Dragons shall never be slaves!!!"

A moment later, the sound of chewing came from within the palace.

Gulp, gulp.

Gulp, gulp.

"So delicious~~~"

The gentle breeze and drizzle of spring.

The sweltering and quiet summer.

The harvest and withering of autumn.

The cold, snow-covered winter.

The changing of seasons, the cycle of the four seasons.

One day, one month, one year.

Time flowed in an extremely slow manner, firmly toward a more distant future, driving the clock to run, letting the hour hand click and echo on a new mark.

Time really passed very quickly.

Xu Xi attended the full-month celebration of A-Niu's child.

He also accompanied several girls, living a stable life on Earth.

Peaceful, warm, beautiful.

Xu Xi liked this kind of life, but occasionally, when he looked up at the sky, he would have a sense of impending storms.

"Is it an illusion?"

"But it doesn't quite seem like it…"

In the blink of an eye, another year passed.

On the lively New Year's Eve, every household was decorated with lanterns and streamers, and various new types of fireworks that added supernatural power bloomed brilliantly in the night sky of Yanshan City.

Pasting spring couplets.

New Year's Eve dinner.

Giving red envelopes.

Xu Xi followed the usual procedures for the Spring Festival just like in previous years.

But this year's Spring Festival, the situation was slightly special.

"Mo Li, you said you don't want a red envelope?"

"Yes, Brother."

Xu Moli giggled, saying she was no longer a child, and naturally, she no longer needed a New Year red envelope.

While feeling gratified, Xu Xi also felt surprised.

Because it wasn't just Xu Moli.

The other girls also refused the red envelopes this year.

"Did something happen?" Xu Xi guessed, but he could only see happiness and blessings on the faces of the girls, with no trace of anything unusual.

In the end.

Xu Xi let go of his doubts.

Thinking to himself, perhaps the girls had really grown up.

"Dong—Dong—"

The bells of the Spring Festival echoed in the air, dispersing the smog of the fireworks and clearing away the hidden ghosts.

Xu Xi lit small firecrackers.

Symbolically exploding in the Courtyard.

Finishing the last procedure of New Year's Eve.

"The sound of firecrackers bids farewell to the old year; starting tomorrow, it will be a new year again," Xu Xi stood in the Courtyard, looking at the night sky in the distance, seeing countless New Year fireworks blooming with crackles and pops.

It looked as if it were going to ignite the starry sky.

Dyeing it all crimson.

"Sure enough, a peaceful life is the most beautiful."

A smile appeared on Xu Xi's face.

He turned and walked into the house, offered New Year blessings to the five girls, and they wished each other good night.

After doing all this.

Xu Xi walked towards his bedroom, preparing to rest and sleep.

However, tonight's New Year's Eve was truly too special, so special that Xu Xi could not fall asleep peacefully.

He hadn't been in bed for long.

Drowsiness had not yet set in.

When he noticed someone lifting the quilt and diving in.

Due to the dim night and the cover of the quilt, Xu Xi couldn't see the person's appearance clearly; he only felt the person clumsily twisting, limbs waving wildly, as if lost in the quilt.

In the end, it was Xu Xi who helped.

Only then did the overly nervous newcomer adjust to a good position.

"Mentor."

A small head popped out.

Those beautiful eyes remained brilliant even in the dead of night.

Gold, black, and red, reflecting each other in three colors.

The indifferent face looked expressionless, but the trembling eyelashes and cautious movements revealed the nervousness within.

"Klisa, why are you here?" Looking at the witch who had appeared in his bed, Xu Xi was left between laughter and tears.

He always felt—

Klisa's action of diving into the bed seemed unfamiliar.

But in reality, it carried a subtle familiarity.

"I was afraid you would be too lonely alone," the witch said softly, moving closer to Xu Xi again, until she was extremely close, only then stopping her movements with peace of mind.