Chapter 81: The Wooden Sword Immortal

“Roar!!!”

The Red Dragon was clearly not doing tasks for the Supernatural Administration Bureau for the first time.

When its mountain-like, robust dragon body appeared,

corresponding measures were immediately taken near the Supernatural Administration Bureau Headquarters, revealing a wide and open landing area for the Red Dragon to rest.

“The giant dragon destroyed the landing field!”

Rex Sanchez excitedly shouted something he had heard from who-knows-where.

One acceleration.

One dive.

One tail-swing landing.

With a flamboyant pose, it successfully landed on the ground.

The immense kinetic energy from the impact caused the dragon’s claws to tear deep trenches into the earth, showcasing the brute strength of the Saint Domain Dragon and its overwhelming presence.

But near the landing site,

the staff were already accustomed to this scene.

They weren’t too surprised.

They skillfully divided tasks and began repairing the damage caused by the Red Dragon.

However, it didn’t take long for someone to notice something unusual. It was a clerical worker responsible for task handovers with the Red Dragon. He asked the dragon if the strength assessment had gone smoothly.

The Red Dragon nodded solemnly, “That lord’s strength is formidable. I narrowly lost to him.”

The clerical worker was shocked, “What? Not only is he a true Saint Magister, but he also won!?”

Holy crap.

This kind of thing actually happened!

The clerical worker was both shocked and delighted, his voice trembling uncontrollably. Being at the headquarters, he knew all too well how crucial the emergence of a Saint Domain-level combatant was for humanity.

“This, this, this!”

“This is unbelievable!”

“No, no, I must report this important matter immediately and contact that Saint Domain powerhouse again!”

The clerical worker was too excited.

He was about to turn and leave,

but a light, floating voice came from above.

“No need to contact anyone. I’m right here.”

…………

A new Saint Magister had been born.

Not from another race, not from another world, but a true compatriot of Huaxia, a super genius who had soared to the pinnacle through magical inheritance.

As soon as this news spread, it caused a huge uproar throughout the Supernatural Administration Bureau Headquarters.

Especially after learning that Xu Xi had personally arrived,

the commotion grew even more intense.

After the staff reported it, it took less than five minutes for the scene to be completely cordoned off, blocking the curious supernatural beings who had come to watch the excitement.

“Saint Domain? Holy crap, isn’t that almost god-level!?”

“Damn it, so jealous!”

“Big boss, big boss, look at me! I’m your long-lost brother from another mother!”

The clamor, the noise.

All sorts of envious, jealous, and resentful voices filled the air.

It wasn’t until Xu Xi followed the staff into the inner areas of the Supernatural Administration Bureau Headquarters that the noise gradually subsided.

“Mr. Xu, is it alright to address you like this?”

“Sure.”

Inside the headquarters building,

the lighting was bright, with lamps arranged neatly. The silver-white metal corridors were inscribed with Buddhist scriptures and Taoist talismans, warding off any possible intrusion by evil spirits.

When Xu Xi entered, someone was already waiting for him.

A Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Compared to others, this was already an impressive level of cultivation, worthy of respect wherever he went. But compared to Xu Xi, it was rather mediocre.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator was well aware of this and kept his demeanor humble, speaking respectfully.

“Mr. Xu, please follow me.”

“Regarding your permissions within the Bureau and the benefits of the Supernatural Home, they have all been upgraded. You can check the specifics on the Supernatural Home network.”

The process was quick, almost alarmingly so.

In the time it took Xu Xi to drink a cup of water, his identity as a Saint Magister was confirmed, and both his permissions and benefits were upgraded accordingly.

“Don’t you need to test my strength again?”

“Haha, you must be joking. With the Red Dragon’s acknowledgment, your strength is beyond doubt.”

“True,” Xu Xi chuckled.

The pride of dragons was well-known.

Whether Eastern dragons or Western dragons, both held immense pride in their bloodlines and looked down on all other creatures equally.

To earn a dragon’s respect and make them yield, the only way was to defeat and subdue them.

This was why

the Supernatural Administration Bureau Headquarters directly confirmed that Xu Xi was a true Saint Magister.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator continued, “Next, please follow this corridor. Our Bureau Director is waiting for you.”

“Bureau Director?”

“Yes. Perhaps you’ve already heard from the Red Dragon—it was a sword immortal who defeated it with a single strike.”

“Alright, I understand.”

His speculation was confirmed.

The one who defeated the Red Dragon was indeed a sword immortal, and he also served as the Director of the Supernatural Administration Bureau.

Xu Xi was infinitely curious about this: “I’ve already seen deities in the simulation world, but I’ve never met an immortal.”

“I thought I’d encounter one in future simulations, but I didn’t expect it to happen in the real world.”

“Let’s meet.”

“With the Eternal Tear Drop, safety isn’t an issue. Besides, he can’t possibly be an Immortal Emperor, or else Earth wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Xu Xi calmly weighed the pros and cons.

In the end, he decided to proceed with the meeting.

He walked along the silver-white metal corridor, and just as he was about to reach the end, the space around him blurred and shifted, transforming into a natural landscape.

The sound of flowing water, the rustling of bamboo leaves.

The恰到好处的 sunlight洒落 from the sky, refracting off the flowing water to create a hazy, enchanting glow, forming a serene and pleasant scene.

Xu Xi looked ahead and saw a thin, aged figure practicing swordplay alone.

Very old.

But also very free-spirited.

Without using any divine abilities or immortal powers, he simply swung his sword calmly, yet the sharp sword intent seemed capable of cutting through anything.

But what truly surprised Xu Xi was the style of the flying sword in the man’s hand.

It was unmistakably the unique Withered Vine Sword forging technique of the Forest Sword Peak lineage from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

“Rebellious disciple, it’s been so long, and you won’t even call me ‘teacher’!”

The sword immortal slowly retracted his sword intent, the countless sword energies that had filled the heavens and earth returning to the Withered Vine Sword. He turned slightly, revealing a face familiar to Xu Xi.

Li Wanshou.

Master of Forest Sword Peak.

Xu Xi’s teacher from the first simulation world.

“Teacher?” Xu Xi was stunned for a moment, then laughed. “This disciple admits his mistake.”

The two looked at each other and laughed.

It was a calm laughter, without any overwhelming excitement or tears. It was peaceful and natural, just like the old days when they addressed each other as teacher and disciple.

“Sit down.”

Li Wanshou waved his hand, signaling Xu Xi to sit.

The two sat facing each other across a stone table. As the gentle wind whispered, fresh bamboo leaves steeped in hot water, pouring themselves into teacups.

After a few simple pleasantries and confirming Xu Xi’s recent situation,

Li Wanshou’s expression turned emotional. “Although I don’t know how you, this rebellious disciple, came back to life, this teacher… is very happy.”

The old man smiled, but soon his expression turned stern.

“But you, this rebellious disciple, for no good reason, had to go and learn some barbaric magic. How shallow! Is this how I taught you!?”