Chapter 120: Slaying the Immortal

During this period, Wei Hua Su had come to find Wenhao Yang, mainly to confirm the situation with that cave.

Actually, there was no real need to check with Wenhao Yang, but the cave was completely empty—there wasn’t even a trace of ash left behind.

This was because Wenhao Yang had used the Three-Flavor True Fire, a fire that leaves no residue when burning ordinary objects.

Still, the scorched marks on the cave walls were unmistakable.

Afterwards, the matter was dropped. Wenhao Yang was only informed that the points had been credited to his account, and that the man surnamed Liu seemed to be connected with a cult in Liangzhou.

This cult worshipped the Underworld Deity, who was said to be a god of the netherworld, though no one really knew the details.

Wei Hua Su warned Wenhao Yang to be cautious, to which he nodded in acknowledgment.

This incident made Wenhao Yang even more suspicious that Earth was no longer as simple as he had thought.

The underworld—a hellish synonym—was terrifying. If a juvenile Underworld Ghost Worm King had already reached the Golden Core stage, how fearsome must a fully grown one be?

His cultivation level was something Wenhao Yang eagerly anticipated.

Yet, life gradually returned to normal for Wenhao Yang. As the high school entrance exam approached, the entire school was tense, and even the students who were reluctant to study began cramming.

A month later, the exam commenced.

During this month, Wenhao Yang had been diligently helping Xin Wang review.

As for how well Xin Wang had progressed, Wenhao Yang wasn’t sure.

Xin Wang’s first choice was Tianfu High School, but whether he would get in was another matter.

"Damn, finally finished the exam," Xin Wang stretched lazily when he met Wenhao Yang, looking relieved.

"How do you feel? Confident?" Wenhao Yang asked.

Without hesitation, Xin Wang said, "Of course, no problem at all. You know what kind of person your brother Xin is."

"Yeah, sure," Wenhao Yang snorted, "If you don’t get in, you’re done for."

"No worries," Xin Wang replied. "At worst, I’ll have my dad buy me in. It’s just a private high school—it won’t cost much."

Wenhao Yang’s lip twitched. That’s the advantage of wealth. He was rich too, but unlike Xin Wang, he was confident in his own results.

"Let’s go, rat. Tonight, we’re having a proper drink," Xin Wang clapped Wenhao Yang on the shoulder. "By the way, where’s your sister? Bring her along too."

Damn it, I treat you like a brother, and you’re trying to hit on my sister.

"She has her own friends. We’ll drink on our own," Wenhao Yang said.

"Oh," Xin Wang looked a bit disappointed.

After a hearty meal and plenty of drinks, Wenhao Yang and Xin Wang took a taxi home.

After washing up, the drunkenness had mostly faded.

“Ding! System upgrade complete. New features added. Please check the system.”

Wenhao Yang opened it and saw that besides removing the initial promise of bringing people along, the shop had been updated to include a lottery draw—clearly encouraging him to spend money.

Moreover, after the upgrade, exploring no longer required spending points within a certain range; exploration was now free to some extent.

“By the way, system, how many points does it cost to bring one person along?”

This was Wenhao Yang’s main concern after the upgrade.

“Since the system upgrade, each world crossed grants one quota. Quotas can also be obtained through lotteries, task rewards, and the shop.”

“One quota in a low-martial world costs one thousand points; in a mid-martial arts world, five thousand; in a high-martial arts world, ten thousand; in a beginner immortal world, fifty thousand; mid-level immortal worlds…”

The rest was a string of numbers that gave Wenhao Yang a headache.

Fortunately, from now on, every world he crossed would grant him one free quota.

What frustrated Wenhao Yang was that the four worlds he had previously crossed had no quotas at all.

The world of Smiling, Proud Wanderer was mid-level martial arts and cost five thousand, while Mythology was low-martial and cost one thousand.

Counting the two Misses from the Lü family, he would need about eight thousand points.

But he only had a thousand points in his account—how was that possible?

At that moment, the system replied.

“Please note, if the host wishes to bring a character from a previously crossed world, the cost will be double.”

“I’m screwed!” Wenhao Yang was ready to curse.

Eight thousand was already a lot; now it was doubled to sixteen thousand points.

At this moment, he glanced at the Three-Flavor True Fire in his palm. The flickering flames seemed to sense his thoughts and visibly shrank—as if afraid he might sell it off.

Wenhao Yang put away the fire and said to the system, “System, begin world-crossing.”

“Please note, due to system upgrades, time flow in the crossed world is set to 1:365. Do you wish to proceed now?”

This made Wenhao Yang less rushed. A ratio of 1:365 meant that for every year he spent in the new world, only one day would pass on Earth.

This was a bit awkward.

The awkwardness came from the need to inform others in advance; otherwise, suddenly disappearing would worry Ying Yang.

So, Wenhao Yang wrote a note and placed it conspicuously on the living room table—immediately visible upon entering.

He also included a bank card with it.

“Alright, let’s begin the crossing.”

A white light instantly enveloped Wenhao Yang, as if he were ascending to the heavens in broad daylight.

The next moment, when he opened his eyes, the scenery had completely changed.

Cranes flew gracefully in the sky, weaving through the clouds.

He was surrounded by a forest, though he didn’t know where exactly.

One thing was certain: the spiritual energy here was extraordinarily abundant.

Far better than Earth by countless times.

“If I can cultivate here, I can condense the Golden Core in a very short time.”

Wenhao Yang was confident in this.

Meanwhile, the system sounded an alert.

Seeing the series of tasks, Wenhao Yang was dumbfounded.

It seemed he had arrived in a cultivation world.

He was familiar with Zhu Xian—this was an immortal world where the strong were cultivators.

Previously, he had visited martial arts worlds; now, arriving in an immortal cultivation world felt like coming home.

(End of chapter)