Stronger from Earth

Chapter 230 - 229: The Young Man

Wang Xuan transformed himself, donned the attire of a noble scion, and walked into a bustling restaurant, alive with a mix of all walks of life.

"Waiter."

As soon as he entered, a busy waiter was called over. The waiter was familiar with young masters from wealthy families and merchants’ sons, but he had never seen Wang Xuan before.

"Young master, may I ask your esteemed name and what instruction do you have for me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wang Xuan’s exceptionally deep eyes, as if they were drawing his soul in, and his past memories flowed back like rivers pouring into the sea.

Scenes of the past flashed like a reflection before death, and even many forgotten trivialities were recalled. Within a few breaths, over twenty years of life spun by.

But in the next moment, he felt his mind blur, forgetting many things, especially the experience just now.

Time seemed to return to just a moment before.

"Young master, may I ask your esteemed name and what instruction do you have for me?"

Wang Xuan smiled. He had already learned much about the Great Jin Dynasty from this waiter, even more than the locals did, after all, his insight was not superficial.

"A jar of old yellow wine, a plate of beef, several signature dishes." The Great Jin capital city had many who spoke Mandarin, and Wang Xuan had already mastered it.

He tossed some broken silver pieces, the purchasing power of gold and silver in this era was unimaginable, many families couldn’t earn ten taels of silver in a year.

The restaurant was the fastest place for information to spread, and the most concentrated. Sitting and drinking, several people would be conversing extensively; without topics, it wouldn’t work at all.

Immortals in the capital controlled the sky and moved freely; naturally, there was a lively crowd with all sorts of people.

"Don’t talk about gods and ghosts, who knows if they exist?" A scholar-like person nodded and shook his head, somewhat knowledgeable.

Ancient books were precious, knowledge was a rare commodity, often monopolized by noble families. Becoming a "scholar" wasn’t easy, requiring both wealth and connections, making scholars a notch above others.

A burly butcher retorted, "Though stories of immortals are rare these years, they are not nonexistent. I say it’s better to believe than not, one must be respectful."

Not just anyone could be a butcher—those who ate and drank well naturally had robust bodies, and most butchers had dark backgrounds, or else a butcher shop couldn’t stay open.

"Zheng Tu is right, my old mother even sets up altars at home to pray and make tributes to that Immortal, hoping for a bit of his favor.

Like my mother, there are many in the capital; they sincerely believe that Immortal is genuine, for countless people have witnessed him firsthand."

The coffin shop owner spoke; his business was gloomy, how could he not respect gods and ghosts? His old mother paying tributes to the Immortal also accrued him virtue.

"Here comes the food and wine!"

Like flowing water, the waiter placed five or six dishes on the table, along with a jar of old wine; this meal for Wang Xuan was extravagant, akin to the daily expense of a millionaire.

Listening to individuals in the restaurant talking loudly, Wang Xuan smiled without speaking; with his cultivation level, he was unrivaled on this planet.

One might say, in such a place, he could do as he pleased; whether declaring himself an emperor, ruling the world, possessing a harem of three thousand beauties, and overlooking the seas would be no matter.

Such an unrestrained place had neither laws nor rules to bind his actions, in such a state, any person’s desires would swell wildly.

Wang Xuan’s mentality also swelled infinitely, doing anything recklessly; no one could stop him, much less punish him.

But he soon calmed down, adhering strictly to his principles, his true intent unaffected by external changes, knowing that without constraints, one’s true self would easily be exposed.

Wang Xuan savored the exotic delicacies, finding them quite to his liking, making no comment on the conversations nearby.

Because he was the Immortal in those people’s eyes!

On the busy street, Wang Xuan scanned the pedestrians, roughly discerning each one’s bone structure, the purity of their Essence, Qi, and Spirit, a great method for assessment.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy dressed in finery, followed by three or four guards and a maid disguised as a man, indicated an extraordinary status.

"This bone structure is quite decent." Wang Xuan raised his brows suddenly; this boy, if on the Mother Star, could likely cultivate to the Human Immortal level.

On this planet, if there were Cultivation Techniques, and he persisted throughout his life, he might achieve Innate; on the Mother Star, this was not remarkable, yet on such a Life Planet, extremely precious.

Compared to the ordinary people in the inn, his talent was a thousand or ten thousand times greater, almost unique on this planet.

Wang Xuan crossed his legs, with a flick, the boot flew out the window, landing with a smack on a head, leaving him covered in dust.

Sitting by the window, Wang Xuan set down his chopsticks, gestured, and called out loudly, "Young man, my legs and feet are inconvenient; could you pick up my boot?"

The boy glanced at Wang Xuan; his accompanying guards did not immediately rage but instead surveyed the surroundings to prevent accidents, awaiting the boy’s command.

From great families, not all were spoiled brats.

"Why should I pick up your boot? Besides, dropping your boot on my head without apologizing, is that the behavior of someone well-mannered?" snorted the young man.

He signaled the guards to fetch Wang Xuan’s boot, angry but not erupting.

But as the guard was halfway, another boot fell, dropping with a smack in front of the young man.

Wang Xuan ate and drank calmly, saying coolly, "Young man, your temper is quite good; but how about picking up the boots yourself? That would show sincerity, wouldn’t it?"

As he spoke, he probed the young man’s spirit; a person’s disposition is best displayed when angry.

"I won’t pick them up." The young man, haughty, pulled out a gold ingot from his bosom and threw it onto Wang Xuan’s table from the window.

"How about you pick up the gold ingot for me? As long as you’re sincere, I’ll give you this piece of gold!"

Wang Xuan smiled, stretched out his hand to capture the gold ingot, turned it into a gold disc with a pat, and tossed it back into the boy’s bosom.

The boy was stunned, touching the gold disc, his gaze at Wang Xuan changed; the guards beside him felt as if facing an formidable threat, Wang Xuan’s display of power was terrifying.

A peerless master! Only a top-notch expert in the martial world could achieve such a feat!

Wang Xuan laughed, stood up, and his figure suddenly landed on the street, his bare feet hovering half a foot above the ground, extremely mysterious.

Such inhuman actions struck the young man’s mind like lightning.

He knew the man he encountered was no ordinary person, possibly even an Immortal! Perhaps the legendary Immortal himself!

With hands behind his back, Wang Xuan said calmly, "Boy, carry my boots and come to Thunder Origin Mountain fifty miles to the east in an hour.

Remember, you must travel alone on foot."

After speaking, he drifted away, revealing his air of an Immortal controlling the wind effortlessly.