The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

Amidst the mountain of corpses, mist veiled the air.

Enormous maggots squirmed within the mountain.

Li Muyang stood at the edge of the Ancient Resentment Well, watching as Shen Yan stepped into the void ahead. He took a deep breath, then turned and left.

The task of awakening the Ancestor Spirit within the Ancestor Spirit Garden had already been handed over to Shen Yan.

Although Li Muyang wanted to accompany her, his presence would mean little, merely wasting time. Not being the inheritor of the Evil Vein, he lacked even the qualifications to communicate with the Ancestor Spirits.

Moreover, staying too long in the Ancestor Spirit Garden could be dangerous if the Evil Gods sensed his location.

Now, Li Muyang needed to finish what needed to be done before the Evil Gods locked onto his precise position.

There was still something critical for him to accomplish within the Ancient Resentment Well.

Rising into the sky, Li Muyang flew toward the direction of Red Leaf Valley.

His flight was smooth and unhindered, continuing until dusk. As usual, Li Muyang found a city to lodge in and avoided wandering monsters and Evil Spirits in the wilderness.

He had to remain completely silent and maintain zero presence, ensuring that the Evil Gods within the Ancient Resentment Well wouldn’t detect his arrival.

Those Evil Gods, driven by their pursuit of him, would cross oceans and pierce through the Misty Sea. If they found Li Muyang right under their noses, who could predict what horrors might ensue?

Staying cautiously within the town for one night, Li Muyang rose into the sky again at dawn and resumed his journey toward Red Leaf Valley.

Traveling at night and resting by day for two days, Li Muyang finally reached Red Leaf Valley, landing outside the valley.

By the roadside stood a stone monument etched with two meticulously carved crimson phrases:

[Enter the valley at the peril of life and death]

[Outer Heaven souls forged within the furnace]

Li Muyang stepped directly into the valley. From a distance, he spotted Jiang Yunhe, the Academy Vintner of the Jiang Family, along with several clansmen, cautiously observing him.

“Honored guest, what brings you here to visit? What counsel might you offer?”

Li Muyang’s ability to soar through the heavens was extremely rare in the Ancient Resentment Well.

Although Puppet Masters possessed powers that exceeded Cultivators, the strongest Puppet Masters could rival the peak of the Taichu Realm. Yet their mortal bodies kept them grounded, incapable of flights of ascension.

They were fragile-skinned Mages, incapable even of flying.

The Jiang Family was naturally vigilant toward this guest who descended from the heavens.

Li Muyang wasted no time and directly revealed his identity.

“It’s me, Yunhe Vintner—I am Li Muyang, and also the one previously known as Jie Zijiu.”

As an outsider to this realm, Li Muyang hadn’t undergone any form of reincarnation. Even if he revealed his identity, he wouldn’t fear the Evil Power bestowed by the Heavenly Eye Earth Monarch.

Frankly declaring his truth stirred Jiang Yunhe’s astonishment.

However, verifying his identity posed no great challenge, especially since Li Muyang had arrived in his original form. His body carried the genuine Evil Vein bloodline, allowing him to easily pass the certification of the Jiang Family.

Invited into the academy, Li Muyang was once again treated with the reverence of simultaneous audience by all the elders of the Jiang Family.

After all, Jie Zijiu’s identity had merely been speculated as that of the Jiang Family’s ancestor. But Li Muyang’s physical arrival and the verification of his bloodline conclusively proved he was truly their ancestor, Jiang Xiaoyu.

After meeting with the group, Li Muyang wasted no unnecessary words.

The affairs of the Mortal World were impossible to disclose, as all beings within the Ancient Resentment Well were afflicted by the Knowledge Barrier.

No matter the subject, anything related to the Mortal World would be ignored by them.

Li Muyang did not elaborate; he stated only that he intended to take the Little Wild Grass statue at the valley’s entrance.

The Jiang Family elders exchanged glances upon hearing his request.

“This…”

“Ancestor, may we know the purpose of taking that stone statue?”

“Would you prefer to take more artifacts? Although our family is not particularly wealthy, we have accumulated some Magical Treasures…”

The stone sculpture at the entrance of Red Leaf Valley, although crafted by Fairy Qinghe herself, held primarily commemorative significance in the eyes of the Jiang Family clansmen. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so casually placed at the entrance.

Now seeing their ancestor make a personal visit, only to take a single statue, the elders couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

They assumed it was tied to the estrangement caused by Li Muyang’s prior appearances under the name Jie Zijiu, when recognition was missed. They worried that their ancestor had grown disheartened and intended to sever ties with their descendants, taking only Fairy Qinghe’s sole relic and nothing else.

In response, the elders collectively knelt on the ground, imploring Li Muyang to consider taking more artifacts and pleading with him not to abandon them.

This left Li Muyang utterly speechless.

“I bear no grievances against you—I simply have no use for your treasures,” he said.

Puppet Masters and Cultivators operated on entirely distinct principles, and the resources and Magical Treasures of the Puppet Masters held almost no value to Li Muyang.

“Moreover, Zhi Wei’s statue is more important to me than Ancient Immortal Instruments.”

“Within it lies the hope for her resurrection, which is my sole reason for taking it.”

With much reassurance and explanation, Li Muyang finally managed to placate the elders, allowing them to believe their ancestor had no ill intent against them.

Soon, Li Muyang bid farewell to these “descendants,” ultimately arriving at the valley’s entrance and retrieving the massive Little Wild Grass statue.

The enormous statue contained a surge of Little Wild Grass’s essence.

It was the final piece needed to resurrect her.

As Li Muyang stored the colossal stone statue in the Qiankun Ring, he exhaled deeply with relief.

“The Evil Gods are still pursuing me; I cannot linger here, lest I bring harm to you.”

Upon bidding farewell to these “descendants,” Li Muyang took to the skies once more, flying toward a new destination.

This time, his goal was the former capital of the Great Zhou.

When Li Muyang arrived at the Great Zhou’s capital, the cityscape that greeted him had undergone drastic change.

The disappearance of the False Buddha saw the monks who had wandered endlessly within and beyond the capital transforming into grotesque insects, flying away.

The original imperial palace had been replaced by a ruin.

Armored soldiers stood in clusters around the ruins, barring entry to all unauthorized individuals.

Li Muyang descended directly into the ruins. Thanks to his concealing techniques, no one noticed his arrival.

In the depths of the ruins, a headless monk spoke.

“So we meet again, Jiang Xiaoyu, Honorable One.”

Miao Fengjun’s body conversed with the same refined mannerisms as before, resembling an authentic Buddha.

Li Muyang glanced at him and said, “The underground chambers here are empty—does any research value remain?”

Beneath the ruins of the imperial palace, the False Great Radiance Buddha had once used over thirty Buddha corpses to suppress a resentful ghost.

Now the resentful ghost had escaped and ascended, while the Buddha corpses had vanished, finding eternal rest.

Yet the cave system that had imprisoned the resentful ghost remained, as did the coffins that had held the Buddha corpses.

The underground chambers beneath the palace carried the chilling aura of a massive ancient mausoleum.