Starting with a Family System to Become an Immortal Official-Chapter 111: Uncertain Future

The Central World State.

It was made up of five major domains.

Four of these domains were each ruled by one of the supreme immortal families.

The fifth domain, however, was ten times the size of the other four combined.

This was Immortal Cloud City.

The grand capital that is open to cultivators from every corner of the Four Regions.

No single clan claimed it.

It belonged to the Holy Court and the myriad powers that gathered under its banner.

Upon arrival, the first sight to greet any newcomer was the towering walls which were colossal barriers of white jade and immortal iron that stretched so high they vanished into the picturesque clouds.

Massive gates stood open day and night to allow an endless stream of traffic: flying swords, spirit boats, divine mounts and cultivators stepping through void rifts.

Inside the city, the air was lively.

Everyone dressed impeccably.

Silks, jade ornaments, beast pelts, demonic armor.

The culture was impossible to pin down.

It was too diverse!

To the left, a group of tall, furred members of the Beast Race haggled over spirit beast cores.

To the right, calm horned cultivators in flowing fine silks discussed dao insights.

Demons with vertical pupils.

Human scholars with crane feathers in their hair.

Even ethereal spirit race maidens.

They all mingled freely!

Market stalls lined every street as they overflowed with treasures. What mortals in the lower realms called sacred artifacts were sold here as mere trinkets: glowing pills that could extend life by centuries, formation flags capable of trapping Nascent Soul experts, spirit ores rarer than a dying phoenix tears.

Merchants shouted their wares with casual arrogance as they knew even "junk" here would make lower world sects go mad with greed.

In one quiet corner of a buzzing plaza, an elderly man with snow-white hair and a simple hemp robe sat in a lotus position on a low stone platform.

A large crowd of bubbly children and young adults had gathered around him.

He was telling a story.

"The Nine Radiant Fires are the greatest warrior gods of the Four Regions! They are like unbreakable swords of the Holy Court that carry out its wrath. They guard the most exalted figures of the Holy Court and serve as the final blade when calamity threatens any of the Four Regions!"

The old storyteller drank some water shortly after.

The listeners nodded vigorously.

"Mmm, yes, Uncle Wei tells it best!"

"The Nine Radiant Fires are invincible!"

A young monk in plain gray robes smiled gently as he nodded along with genuine respect.

Suddenly, a young lady raised her dainty hand.

"May I ask a question, venerable storyteller?"

The plaza fell instantly silent. Every head turned.

Standing there was Wen Qingwan.

Her beauty struck them like lightning.

Slender yet blessed with an hourglass figure that could make immortals falter.

She has quite a cute and modest height.

And her body is generously endowed.

The ripe melons on her chest were perky and so were the double cherries on her shapely rear.

If she sat with such a slender waist her brilliant rear would form a heart shape.

That is how beautiful her body was!

No makeup touched her face but it glowed like an unplucked immortal peach. Her clear jade-like skin radiated pure white like fresh milk against glacier water.

Her black hair was tied in a side ponytail that only enhanced her once-in-a-millennium beauty!

A refined spiritual aura surrounded her.

So potent yet so gentle.

The crowd stared in shock.

"So beautiful... those blue eyes like crystals..."

"So innocent-looking, yet her figure..."

"Look at that blue-and-gold attire—embroidered with subtle cloud patterns. That’s the mark of the great Wen Clan of Immortal Table Mountain!"

"Ah! She must hail from the Exalted Sage School!"

"No beauty could compare. The other so-called ’fairies’ we see here every day suddenly look like country bumpkins beside her."

The elderly storyteller froze mid-sentence.

His eyes widened at Wen Qingwan.

He hadn’t beheld such foreign beauty in centuries.

His mouth opened... then closed.

A faint blush crept up his wrinkled cheeks.

He coughed harshly then toppled backward.

"Elder Wei!"

"Is he dead?!"

"Someone fan him! He needs air!"

"Water! Go fetch spiritual spring water!"

Disciples and youths rushed forward to help him.

Wen Qingwan’s cheeks flushed red.

She quickly raised a dainty hand to cover half her face and hurried away on her smallish feet.

How will she explain to her fellow disciples that an old man fainted simply from looking at her?

The monk in gray robes watched her retreating figure with curious eyes.

A few hours later.

The beautiful Wen Qingwan stood before a bamboo mat in a quieter alley.

On the mat was a woman as old as a bag of bones.

She’s an ordinary roadside fortuneteller.

Wen Qingwan extended her slender hand politely.

"Granny, may I trouble you to read my fortune? I—"

The old woman squinted up, then snorted rudely.

"What?"

Wen Qingwan ignored the rude tone and pushed her hand forward again.

"Please, just a quick reading—"

With agonizing slowness, the crone stood.

Every joint popped like dry twigs.

She folded her mat with trembling hands.

"No patience for this nonsense today!"

A young man in black-and-ash robes smiled at this.

That was Wen Qingwan’s closest friend.

Yu Fang.

Wen Qingwan blinked like a lost owl.

"But... my fortune?"

The old woman didn’t even glance back as she shuffled away.

"Fortune? What do you even expect? Extreme beauties like you never make a man’s life easier. My advice is don’t hope for any romance!"

Wen Qingwan’s cheeks puffed up in frustration like a cute and angry puppy.

She let out a humph!

Yu Fang patted her head flatly.

"There, there."

She clicked her tongue and swatted his hand away.

"I’m not a dog, you know!"

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Back on the Far-Reaching Continent.

The fleet of airships was fully stocked and loaded.

Everyone was ready.

The flagship would carry Clan Head Li Qingmu and his entire family.

Head Concubine Huang Shiyue looked exhausted from dealing with the chaotic children running wild on deck.

Song Yan stepped forward.

"Let me handle them instead."

Huang Shiyue shook her head.

"No need. These children are stubborn—especially Li Zimo and the twins. They’re hard to control."

Song Yan gently cut her off.

"It’s fine."

She approached the crowd of kids dashing around.

Her voice was still silky but a little scary now.

"Behave. Or I’ll tell Daddy Li what you’ve been doing."

It worked instantly.

The children froze, then scattered to sit quietly.

But Li Zimo crossed her little arms.

"Hmph. That can never happen."

Song Yan smiled mildly.

"Maybe I should call Daddy Li right now."

Li Zimo shrieked and apologized like a little rat.

Huang Shiyue stared in surprise.

"How did you do that?"

Song Yan shrugged lightly.

"Li Qingmu is worse than them."

Meanwhile, Li Qingmu made his way toward the fleet.

He spotted Chen Yuling standing alone as she stared quietly at the skies.

He approached.

"You’re rarely this quiet. I barely saw you today."

He wanted to wrap his arms around her slender waist from behind but she shifted away.

This made Li Qingmu frown.

"Is everything alright?"

Chen Yuling replied softly.

"I’m worried about the challenges in the Four Regions. Don’t forget a powerful man like Xu Wanshan wants your head. And it’s my fault... mine and Mother’s."

Li Qingmu said nothing.

Chen Yuling lowered her head.

"Do you... ever regret sleeping with us?"

He walked past her quietly then spoke.

"Of course not. I’ve loved every memory we’ve made together... from our bickering to how you opened up about your struggles with your supreme yin body. One memory I always hold dear is placing both you and your mother in bed and making you carry my children. Every bit of it remains in my heart. It always will."

Her beautiful emerald eyes watered like crystal ponds.

He turned and took her hands.

"There’s no need to be afraid. That nobody is dead before we even encounter him."

Chen Yuling smiled softly.

That’s when the heavens rumbled.

A golden hole tore open in the sky.

Master Wen Jiuling descended with a calm face and hands behind his back.

Every member of the sect bowed deeply.

"The gates to the Four Regions have opened. It is time for departure."

Li Qingmu looked up at the immortal and nodded.

To the Four Regions!

Book 2 End