Chapter 15: The Happiness of Immortals Is Beyond Your Imagination

Chapter 15: The Happiness of Immortals Is Beyond Your Imagination

They weren’t deaf. They had heard Zhu Chun’an’s words loud and clear. If they stayed in the country, they would end up in prison.

If they hadn’t encountered the ghost incident, and someone had told them they would end up in prison, they would definitely have laughed at that person’s naivety and innocence.

They hadn’t committed murder or arson. At most, they had spent a little money to play a mutually consensual game with some women. Could they really be arrested for that?

Since the women had accepted the money, they should just play along and stop pretending to be virtuous and chaste.

They had been fooling around for years. It wasn’t the first or second time that several friends had engaged in group sex together. When had anything ever gone wrong?

Go to prison and eat prison food?

What a joke!

Now they no longer dared to think that way.

Lan Ying was dead. She had become a fierce ghost and committed major crimes. No matter what, they could not escape involvement.

The wealthy heirs were trembling with fear, and Zhu Chun’an was equally tense.

Why?

Because he was currently riding a little scooter, and sitting behind him was that pitch-black mass of baleful aura!

“So you’re a student at Wudaokou Nursing College. My apologies, my apologies.”

Zhu Chun’an immediately felt there were too many things to complain about and nowhere to start.

With such heavy baleful aura around her, Pei Ye must have been a ruthless figure responsible for countless deaths in her previous life. He had never expected her to possess the heart of an angel in white.

Pei Ye also replied coolly, “So you’re a top student from the neighboring 233X University. My apologies, my apologies.”

Zhu Chun’an could not help asking, “Senior, why did you... study nursing?”

“I messed up the university entrance examination, and people said nurses have good employment prospects, so I enrolled there.”

Zhu Chun’an: “???”

Even a boss who could make a fierce ghost howl in agony with a single cigarette worried about employment issues?

Suddenly, Zhu Chun’an felt grateful that his master was a veteran of the Celestial Masters Alliance Special Public Security Investigation and Management Department. Only because of that had he been able to follow in his master’s footsteps and make a living in this profession.

Otherwise, graduation would mean unemployment, and he would have to compete with a boss like Pei Ye for work (:з」∠)

Life would be far too difficult.

“It should still be before curfew.”

Zhu Chun’an rode his little scooter and dropped Pei Ye off at the school gate. He glanced at the time on his phone’s lock screen. It was only a little after ten in the evening.

Pei Ye got off the scooter and suddenly remembered something.

“Could novels possibly be real?”

Zhu Chun’an was confused by the abrupt question.

“What novels?”

“Red packet novels. I mean, stories where someone is reborn and accidentally joins the Heavenly Court Immortals Group, then grabs immortal red packets and things like that. Could such stories possibly be real? Since there are ghosts, Fengdu, and Daoists, there should also be immortals, right? Would the immortals in the Heavenly Court use human communication devices too, keeping up with the times?”

Zhu Chun’an: “...”

This boss not only had the heart of an angel in white, she also had the dreamy heart of a young girl.

“Novels...” Zhu Chun’an sat on his scooter and hesitated before saying, “Some elements are real, but some are merely the fantasies of mortals. For example, the red packets you mentioned.”

Although he had never read romance red packet novels, he had seen similar stories while browsing male-oriented web novels.

He had read quite a few stories where an ordinary person accidentally joined a group of immortals, grabbed red packets sent by immortals, and by a series of coincidences rose to the pinnacle of life.

“As for immortals descending to the mortal world, I don’t know whether they would use mortal communication devices. But immortals staying in the Heavenly Court probably couldn’t use them, let alone create a group and send red packets.”

Pei Ye asked him, “Why couldn’t they?”

Zhu Chun’an wore a strange expression.

“The Heavenly Court isn’t in the sky. It’s in another mysterious, independent space of a higher level. How would immortals in the Heavenly Court use mortal objects?”

If the Heavenly Court weren’t in a separate dimension but actually in the sky, then with the current level of human space exploration technology, how could nobody have discovered its existence?

If that were the case, what would be the point of cultivation? There would be no need to cultivate to ascend. One could simply ride a rocket into the heavens.

Zhu Chun’an said regretfully, “Actually, because of the influence of online novels, my master once offered a smartphone filled with various game apps when a trace of our ancestral master’s incarnation descended through the statue in the Daoist temple. Guess what happened?”

Pei Ye cooperatively asked, “What happened?”

Thinking about how his master had been scolded so thoroughly by the ancestral master made Zhu Chun’an want to laugh.

“The ancestral master told my master to cultivate more and daydream less. The happiness of immortals is far beyond what mortals can imagine.”

How long could mortals live?

They were capable of inventing all kinds of tools. Why did they assume that those ancient immortals in the Heavenly Court were incompetent at everything and lived boring lives?

Was being an immortal really that enjoyable?

No.

The happiness of being an immortal was beyond the imagination of mortals.

Zhu Chun’an assumed she was an old ghost who had lived in seclusion for many years and only emerged from the mountains in recent years, so she was curious about every aspect of rapidly changing human society.

“After all, novels are magnificent worlds constructed from mortal imagination. It’s normal for them to contain fantasy elements. There’s no need to take everything seriously.”

During his middle school and high school years, Zhu Chun’an had also been hopelessly addicted to online novels, fantasizing all day that he too was a protagonist blessed with tremendous Fortune.

Born with Yin-Yang Eyes and possessing a Pure Yang Body, the standard configuration of a genius protagonist!

Unfortunately, the popularity of genius protagonists lasted only a short while before they were replaced by useless protagonists who rose against the odds. He could only become cannon-fodder supporting cast.

From that point onward, Zhu Chun’an gave up on becoming a protagonist, afraid that he would become a stepping stone for some useless protagonist’s rise.

No wonder people said online novels were a new kind of addictive poison. Even bosses could not escape their allure.

Pei Ye said, “So that’s how it is. Thank you for clearing up my confusion.”

Watching the shadowy mass of baleful aura disappear from sight, Zhu Chun’an mounted his scooter and returned to school. After leaving the parking area, he even gave his master a phone call.

He briefly explained what had happened today, glossing over the dangerous parts to avoid making the old Daoist worry about him.

While speaking, he also mentioned Pei Ye.

“Although her baleful aura is heavy, she isn’t someone who acts recklessly. She’s actually quite amiable when speaking.”

The old Daoist complained, “In your eyes, who isn’t a good person? With such heavy baleful aura, if she ever loses control she’ll definitely bring about a disaster. Aren’t you afraid she’ll drain your yang energy to replenish her yin energy?”

Zhu Chun’an said, “This disciple plans to build a good relationship with her and become friends.”

The old Daoist: “???”

What exactly was his disciple trying to do?

Zhu Chun’an continued, “Spiritual energy is becoming thinner and thinner, and the traditions of the mystic world are declining. Yet the cases involving fierce ghosts causing trouble are becoming increasingly difficult. This can’t continue. If I can build a good relationship with her, perhaps we can invite her as outside assistance for future cases. Master, you didn’t see it. She made that fierce ghost howl with a single cigarette. I know she’s dangerous, but she hasn’t committed any crimes. We can’t do anything to her anyway. We might as well establish a good relationship. She’s studying at Wudaokou Nursing College, and my university is right next door. If anything happens, I can rush over immediately and stop it.”

The old Daoist curled his lip.

If that great baleful star truly erupted, what could Zhu Chun’an’s little body accomplish by rushing over?

Sacrifice himself?

Still, Zhu Chun’an’s words weren’t without reason. An extra friend meant an extra path. Perhaps it would prove useful someday.

His disciple had always been lucky. Although his Pure Yang Body was beloved by yin creatures, he had remained safe and sound before beginning cultivation. That was truly strange.

“Master, this disciple is going to hand the fierce ghost over to the department for interrogation first. I’m hanging up now.”

Zhu Chun’an found a secluded place and drew out a black talisman paper inscribed with white characters between two fingers. He silently recited an incantation.

This kind of talisman paper was a Summon Yin Talisman jointly developed by Fengdu and the Celestial Masters Alliance. It could summon a special underworld messenger for a meeting.

“Go!”

He let out a soft shout, and the talisman paper flew into the air.

It adhered flatly to an invisible transparent wall and produced ripples of circular waves.

The already dim corner grew even darker. The surrounding yin energy surged dramatically, and a beast-faced gate bound with iron chains appeared.