LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 175:
Chapter 175: The Fairy and the Witch Team Up:
Time flies quickly—so fast it feels like a mere blink or a fleeting trance. As the New Year quietly approached, life remained peaceful and unchanged.
Xu Moli continued her efforts to conquer the world, the witch tended to the courtyard, and the soft glow of a quietly burning bonfire illuminated their serene, uneventful days. Everything seemed to be progressing smoothly.
Occasionally, Xu Xi felt an inexplicable sense of unease, a sudden premonition with no discernible source.
“Maybe it’s just because I’ve been practicing too hard,” Xu Xi speculated before brushing off the thought and continuing to prepare New Year gifts.
With the selfless help of the red dragon, the dragon blood tea tree was successfully cultivated. Xu Xi even asked the witch to slightly accelerate time, allowing tea trees that would normally take years to grow to produce lush, light-red leaves in mere moments.
With that, Xu Xi completed his gift for Teacher Li Wanshou.
What remained were gifts for his sister and the princess. While pondering what to give, his sister unexpectedly provided him with an answer.
“A gift? Brother, I already have one,” Xu Moli said, clasping her hands together as she exhaled softly. She then placed her warm palms on Xu Xi’s cheeks and smiled. “Being able to reunite with you is the best New Year gift I could ever ask for.”
Xu Xi smiled at her words and flicked her forehead lightly. “Moli, where did you learn to say things like that?”
Covering her forehead, Xu Moli revealed something that surprised Xu Xi. Long ago, during the first simulation, a female disciple from the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Dan Hall had lent her a book titled One Hundred and Eight Strategies to Capture a Man’s Heart.
Even after so many years, Xu Moli still remembered the contents.
“This…” Xu Xi fell silent. If he could go back to the first simulation, he would ensure that disciple spent the rest of her life stoking fires as punishment for such a terrible influence on his sister.
Despite her protests that she didn’t need any gifts, Xu Xi insisted that the New Year should feel like the New Year, so he prepared a candy gift bag for her.
The gift bag was filled with various sweets, a mix of items from the mortal markets in the immortal world and more flavorful candies from Earth.
Finally, Xu Xi turned his attention to Wu Yingxue’s gift.
Not knowing when she would visit Earth, he prepared several plans. Unfortunately, even by New Year’s Eve, Wu Yingxue had not arrived.
“It seems I won’t be seeing Yingxue today,” he murmured.
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At his courtyard in Yanshan City, Xu Xi sat by the window of his cozy bedroom, listening to the howling wind and faint chatter of people outside.
The arrival of the New Year brought changes—not just in the seasons or celestial patterns, but also in human hearts.
As people bid farewell to the old year and welcomed the new, they allowed themselves a rare moment of rest to gather with loved ones, sharing laughter and warmth.
The lively and joyful atmosphere of the New Year wasn’t annoying; it was comforting. The lighthearted celebrations seemed to wash away the weariness of the past year.
“Master, your tea,” a calm voice interrupted Xu Xi’s thoughts.
“Thank you, Krisha,” Xu Xi replied, looking at the gray-silver-haired witch as she entered the room. She moved steadily, carrying a cup of steaming light-brown tea on a saucer.
The fragrant aroma of dragon blood tea wafted through the air. Xu Xi sipped the tea and found it enjoyable, though the process of making it had been somewhat tedious.
“I hope you like it,” Krisha said.
After finishing his tea, Xu Xi placed the cup back on the tray and stood up. The New Year had arrived, and it was time to deliver gifts to A Niu and Li Wanshou.
“Krisha, watch the house while I’m out. I’ll be back soon.”
“Of course. Please don’t worry,” the witch replied.
Xu Xi reached into the void, and with a slight motion, the Jianmu Sword Staff appeared in his hand. A faint ripple of space surrounded him, and he disappeared, reappearing on the outskirts of Yanshan City, where the Surviving Army resided.
After he left, Krisha remained in the room, her gaze fixed on the third shelf of the cabinet. Her eyes, calm and mirror-like, seemed to reflect the world in silence.
“I sense her coming,” she suddenly said.
Another voice echoed her statement. “She has the same aura as that flower.”
Xu Moli stepped out from the folds of time and space. She glanced at the paper flowers on the shelf before turning to Krisha. The approaching figure stirred unsettling memories for both the fairy and the witch—memories of both kind-hearted benefactors and unfortunate souls.
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on the past.
Both the fairy and the witch needed to determine the intentions of this visitor and whether she posed a threat to Xu Xi.
The solution was simple: they needed to meet her.
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“Brother Xu, Happy New Year!”
“Oh, it’s Mr. Xu! Huwazi, come greet Mr. Da!”
“Brother Xu, over here!”
Upon arriving at the outskirts of Yanshan City, Xu Xi was greeted by the familiar simplicity and warmth of the Survival Army. Some even asked him to name their children, a request he graciously fulfilled.
“Uncle Atie, Happy New Year.”
“Goudan, Happy New Year.”
“A Niu, Happy New Year. How is Aunt Zhang’s health?”
He greeted everyone warmly, handing out the gifts he had prepared earlier. While most were intended for A Niu, he had also prepared plenty for the rest of the Survival Army.
The gifts brought smiles and joy—not because of the items themselves, but because the people felt remembered and cared for by Xu Xi.
After some casual conversation and learning that the Survival Army was doing well, Xu Xi politely declined their invitation to stay and used space magic to teleport toward the capital.
The distance between Yanshan City and the capital was vast, an arduous journey for ordinary people. Only advanced flying vehicles could traverse it efficiently.
For Xu Xi, however, the ability to teleport through space made it effortless. With the Supreme Crown enhancing his perception of space-time, he quickly arrived at the Extraordinary General Administration in the capital after a long absence.
Before he could act, invisible immortal power enveloped him, drawing him into the depths of the Administration’s folded space.