Chapter 81: The Wooden Sword Immortal

"Roar!!!"

The Red Dragon clearly wasn't doing work for the Supernatural Administration Bureau for the first time.

When that mountain-like, robust dragon body appeared,

in the vicinity of the Bureau of Supernatural Administration, corresponding measures were taken, revealing a spacious and vast landing area for the Red Dragon to land and rest.

"Giant dragon destroys the airfield!"

Lexanches excitedly roared words he had heard from somewhere.

An acceleration.

A dive.

A landing tail-flick.

With a showy posture, he successfully landed on the ground.

The excessive kinetic energy from the impact caused the dragon's claws to tear deep furrows into the ground, fully displaying the brute force and unmatched pressure of a Sanctuary Dragon.

But near the landing point,

the staff members were accustomed to this scene.

They weren't too surprised.

They skillfully divided the labor and collaborated to repair the damage caused by the Red Dragon.

But before long, someone noticed something was wrong; it was a clerk handling the mission handover with the Red Dragon, who asked if the strength test had gone smoothly.

The Red Dragon nodded solemnly: "That lord's strength is very great; I narrowly lost to him."

The clerk was shocked: "What? Not only is he a true Sanctuary Archmage, but he actually won!?"

Holy crap.

Something like this actually happened!

The clerk was both shocked and delighted, his voice trembling unconsciously; being at the headquarters, he knew perfectly well how important the appearance of a Sanctuary-level combatant was for humanity.

"This, this, this!"

"This is too incredible!"

"No, no, something this important must be reported immediately, and I must contact that Sanctuary powerhouse once more!"

The clerk was simply too excited.

Just as he was about to turn and leave,

a faint sentence drifted down from above.

"There's no need to contact me; I'm right here."

…

A brand new Sanctuary Archmage had been born.

Not a foreign race, not an extra-dimensional being, but a Huaxia compatriot in the truest sense—a super Genius who had reached the Peak after obtaining a magic Legacy.

Once this news spread, it caused a massive uproar throughout the entire Bureau of Supernatural Administration.

Especially after it became known that Xu Xi had arrived in person.

This storm grew more and more intense.

Within five minutes of the staff reporting it, the scene was completely cordoned off, blocking out the Transcendents who were there to watch the excitement.

"Sanctuary? Holy crap, isn't that almost becoming a god!"

"Damn it, I'm so jealous!"

"Big shot, big shot, look at me! I'm your long-lost brother from another mother and father!"

Clamor, noise.

Various sounds of envy, jealousy, and hate reached his ears.

It wasn't until Xu Xi followed the staff into the interior of the Bureau of Supernatural Administration that the noise in his ears gradually died down.

"Mr. Xu, is it alright to address you this way?"

"Yes."

Inside the General Bureau building.

The interior was brightly lit with lights placed all around; on both sides of the silver-white metal corridors, Buddhist scriptures and Daoist Talismanic Incantations were engraved, cutting off any possibility of intrusion by evil spirits or ghosts.

When Xu Xi walked in, someone was already waiting there.

It was a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

Compared to others, his cultivation was already quite outstanding and would be respected anywhere, but compared to Xu Xi, it was much more mediocre.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator understood this himself, keeping his posture low and his tone respectful.

"Mr. Xu, please follow me."

"Regarding your authority within the administration bureau and your point benefits on Supernatural Home, they have all been upgraded now. You can check the details on Supernatural Home."

The process was fast, even frighteningly so.

In the time it took Xu Xi to drink a cup of water, his status as a Sanctuary Archmage was confirmed, and both his authority and benefits were increased accordingly.

"No need to test my strength again?"

"Haha, you're joking. Having gained the recognition of that Red Dragon, your strength is beyond doubt."

"Fair enough," Xu Xi nodded.

The pride of the Dragon Clan was well-known.

Whether it was the Eastern Dragon Clan or the Western giant dragons, both types of Dragons took pride in their own Bloodline and looked down on all living beings equally.

To gain a Dragon's respect and make them yield, the only way was to defeat and suppress them.

This was also why

the Bureau of Supernatural Administration directly affirmed that Xu Xi was a true Sanctuary Archmage.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator continued: "Next, please walk straight along this corridor. Our director is waiting for you there."

"Director?"

"Yes. Perhaps you've already heard from the Red Dragon; it's the Immortal who defeated it with a single sword strike."

"Alright, I understand."

The suspicion in his heart was confirmed.

The one who defeated the Red Dragon was indeed a Sword Immortal, and he also served as the Director-General of the Supernatural Administration Bureau.

Regarding this, Xu Xi felt infinite curiosity: "I've already seen gods in the simulated world, but I've never seen an Immortal once."

"I thought I would see one in subsequent simulations, but I didn't expect it to be in the real world."

"Let's meet."

"Anyway, with the eternal teardrop, there are no safety issues. It's impossible for the other party to be an Immortal Emperor, otherwise, the Earth wouldn't be able to withstand it at all."

Xu Xi calmly weighed the pros and cons.

Finally, he made the decision to meet.

He walked forward along the silver-white metal corridor. As he neared the end, the space-time around him blurred and shifted, replaced by natural scenery.

Water gurgled, and bamboo leaves rustled.

Just the right amount of sunlight spilled from the sky, refracted by the flowing water into a hazy glow, creating a quiet and pleasant scene.

Xu Xi looked ahead and saw a thin, elderly figure dancing with a sword alone.

He was very old.

But also very free and easy.

Even though he didn't use any Divine Ability or any Immortal power, just calmly brandishing the sword in his hand, there was a sharp sword momentum that could cut through anything.

But what truly surprised Xu Xi was the style of the Flying Sword in the other's hand.

It was clearly from the Senjian Peak lineage of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The unique refinement method of the withered vine sword.

"Rebellious Disciple, it's been a long time since we last met, and you won't even call me teacher!"

The Sword Immortal slowly retracted his sword momentum, and the countless Sword Qi that swept through heaven and earth returned to the withered vine sword. He turned slightly, revealing a face familiar to Xu Xi.

Li Wanshou.

Peak Master of Senjian Peak.

The Master from the first simulated world.

"Teacher?" Xu Xi was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "This Disciple admits his mistake."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

They smiled very calmly, without any so-called excitement or weeping; it was peaceful and indifferent, calling each other Master and Disciple just like before.

"Sit down."

Li Wanshou waved his hand, signaling for Xu Xi to sit.

The two sat facing each other around a stone table. As the gentle breeze whistled, fresh spiritual bamboo leaves were steeped in hot water, slowly flowing into the teacups.

After a few simple pleasantries to confirm Xu Xi's recent situation,

Li Wanshou's expression was full of emotion: "Although I don't know what happened to bring you, this Rebellious Disciple, back to life, as your teacher… I am very happy."

The old man had a smile on his face, but before long, he changed to a Life Qi face.

He slapped the table and stood up, distressed: "Rebellious Disciple, why on earth must you learn some barbarian magic? It's superficial and vulgar. The Immortal Dao is the truly upright great Dao!"