Chapter 208: Chapter 172: Martial World Shakes, Land Immortals!

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The Yin energy dispersed.

A group of people surrounded Xu Yang, chattering and asking nonstop, their eyes filled with curiosity and awe!

They hadn’t seen what happened behind them due to the obstruction of the Yin energy.

But Xu Yang’s earlier display of “supernatural” power and the scene of him smashing the Daoist nun with a hammer deeply imprinted in their minds!

“Xu Yang, are you a superhero?”

“Are you Thor… is your hammer Mjolnir? I just saw lightning strike when you swung your hammer!”

“Xu Yang, did those three people die?”

“You… you killed someone, will the police come after you?”

Facing the classmates’ incessant questions, Xu Yang smiled and said, “Everyone relax, this is just a small martial world conflict, the police won’t get involved… I’m not a superhero, nor am I Thor, I’ve just practiced a little Daoist skills.”

“Daoist skills? You mean like those legendary immortals?”

Someone asked again.

Xu Yang explained, “Practicing Daoism and becoming an immortal are two different things, they shouldn’t be confused… Old class monitor, where’s your uncle?”

He changed the subject, looking at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan pointed ahead, where a middle-aged man was holding a piece of brick with a grieving expression on his face in front of the ruins.

Xu Yang stepped forward to comfort him, “Boss, out with the old, in with the new… Besides, your kitchen hasn’t even collapsed yet, has it?”

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The boss wanted to punch Xu Yang, but didn’t dare.

Xu Yang opened Chen Chaoting’s storage ring, found about two to three hundred thousand in cash and several gold bars, and gave them all to the boss, saying, “Your farmhouse was also destroyed because of me, take this money as compensation.”

The boss was overjoyed.

Constructing a rural farmhouse actually doesn’t cost much, and some walls are even made of earth bricks.

The total loss of the six collapsed rooms, including their interior decorations and equipment, was less than two hundred thousand, so the cash was enough for reconstruction… and those gold bars would cover the losses incurred from not being able to host guests during the reconstruction!

One should not underestimate rural farmhouses.

The food in these farmhouses tends to be more expensive than in the city… that’s secondary, their primary income comes from “charging fees”.

There are many wealthy people in the city and sometimes when they have free time, they want to play cards together, so they come to a rural farmhouse. It’s safe, they can enjoy delicious food and karaoke… plus, if they bring women along, they don’t have to worry about their wife finding out at home!

Having received compensation,

the boss happily instructed the chef to prepare food for Xu Yang.

At this moment, all the private rooms had collapsed. Ma Long proposed that everyone sit on the ground to eat, many classmates agreed, some even helped to move out unbroken tables and chairs from the ruins.

Yang Fan, as the organizer of this reunion, joked, “I believe our reunion will be unique and unforgettable, one that we’ll remember for the next ten, twenty, thirty years, or even our entire lives!”

Before the food arrived, the waiters brought several boxes of beer.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank merrily.

During this time, many classmates toasted Xu Yang, deliberately or unintentionally getting closer to him. That female writer even got drunk and sat beside Xu Yang, grabbing his hand and asking, “Master Xu, can you tell me about your Daoist world?”

“And… have you ever seen a ghost?”

“Are there really ghosts in this world?”

She drunkenly said, “I’m in a creative bottleneck for my new book which has a supernatural theme, but I feel like I’m not writing it right… How about you and I have a good talk tonight…”

Before she finished, Yun Mengxi pried open her hand that was holding Xu Yang’s.

Yun Mengxi’s smile was sweet as she said, “Classmate, since you’re writing a supernatural novel, why not find a few more ghosts to talk to… So, where do you live? Maybe elder sister can help you catch a few ghosts and send them over?”

“Really?”

The female student was overjoyed and immediately grabbed Yun Mengxi’s hand, saying, “Sister, my name is He Jiajia, my pen name is Chunxue Wanqing… If you can help me catch a ghost, I’ll make you the protagonist in my book!”

“Alt?”

Yun Mengxi was taken aback, somewhat shy. “Can… can I be in a book? If I become the protagonist, who will be the male lead? Can the male lead be based on Xu Yang?”

“Right!”

“I have a few more sisters!”

Yun Mengxi called Liu Shishi, Yue Yuluo, Yang Yin, and Miss Yates, pulling them all together, saying, “You can write us into Xu Yang’s harem… By the way, do you know how to drive?”

He Jiajia: “…”

Her mouth opened wide, and she said in a daze, “My protagonist is a Daoist priest, who can’t get married.”

“Who says Daoist priests can’t get married?”

Yun Mengxi laughed, “The Dragon Tiger Mountain lineage has lasted for over 2000 years, and there have been more than sixty generations of Heavenly Masters, all of whom are direct descendants of the old Taoist Zhang Daoling… If they can’t get married, do you think their children come from a crack in the rock?”

“Within the Daoist world, some priests can’t get married and have children, but others can… Haven’t you watched TV dramas? Do you know the seven masters of Wudang? That Song Qingshu, isn’t he the son of Wudang Sect’s elder disciple?”

“But… but…”

He Jiajia whispered, “I want to write in a Boys’ Love style… girls like reading that now.”

“What’s Boys’ Love?”