Tonight, Lou Muge swiped another chicken.
Not just any chicken, but a plump, robust old mother hen whose life ended with a fatal squawk as Lou Muge choked her neck. To avoid detection, Lou Muge swiftly silenced her with a single blow, sitting by the river, legs crossed, plucking her feathers.
When he first arrived in town, he overheard a man telling stories to his son, coincidentally sharing the tale of Lou Muge.
The gist was that the Demon Lord was despicable, shameless, addicted to bloodshed, and deserved the immortal realm’s siege leading to his demise. In short, every offensive term was thrown around, nearly twisting Lou Muge’s mouth in vexation as he eavesdropped from the corner.
In a fit of anger, he went on to steal chickens from the man’s house for three consecutive nights, leaving the man’s wife fuming with frustration.
The more Lou Muge thought about it, the more amused he became. After plucking the chicken clean, he caught two fish in the river, set up a fire, and began grilling. In the time it takes to brew a pot of tea, the aroma wafted through the air.
With fish in hand, Lou Muge stuffed his mouth. Just as he took a couple of bites, tears streamed down like a waterfall. He casually wiped them away and spat out the fish bones.
Lou Muge’s original body was a river-dwelling fish demon, barely able to transform into a human form due to shallow cultivation. Somehow, someone had extracted its demon pearl while it was on the verge of dying, and Lou Muge happened to find it.
Other than being a bit frail, there was only one peculiar issue: he couldn’t help but cry while eating fish. Ironically, Lou Muge loved eating fish, making each meal a tearful experience.
It didn’t bother him much. Lou Muge wiped away his tears and devoured both fish and the chicken. After patting his satisfied stomach, he leaned against a tree, using his large cloak as a cover, closed his eyes, and drifted into sleep.
The next day, he woke up to a frosty morning.
The city was covered in snow. Lou Muge got up, shook off the snow from his cloak, and basked in the morning light. Clad in a white overcoat with wide sleeves embroidered with vibrant red auspicious cloud patterns, he wore a red shawl on top. The sleeves, collar, and hem were adorned with snowy white fur. Beneath the pleated white skirt with swirling cloud patterns, he sported a pair of dainty pointed black shoes with golden threads.
His complexion is fair and tender, with a delicate fringe of hair gently shading his forehead. Beneath dense and long lashes are eyes like black pearls, and his vermilion lips add a touch of red. His black hair is woven into a long braid, adorned with a hollow bell at the end. Standing there amidst the snowfall, he alone becomes a vibrant splash of color.
Having experienced death once, Lou Muge always proceeded with extreme caution. This time, he revealed himself to participate in the Trial of the Divine Assembly.
This mortal city is situated at the border between the human and immortal realms. Crossing through the city and traveling ten miles further reveals a mountain resembling a dragon. Beyond that mountain lies the location of the immortal gate.
Though not towering, this mountain is exceptionally wide, encompassing the path ahead in the field of vision, appearing as a symbol isolating the human realm from the immortal realm. Covered in perpetual snow, not a single blade of grass grows.
Even if one could pass through the immortal gate, it doesn’t necessarily mean truly entering the immortal realm. Yin-Yang Peak is situated at the edge of the immortal realm, and this time the divine assembly extends its reach to the six realms, attracting a mix of various demons, monsters, and mythical creatures. The immortal realm will undoubtedly have strict supervision to prevent unauthorized entry into the immortal capital.
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Yin-Yang Peak is located at the edge of the immortal realm. During his time in the immortal realm, Lou Muge had visited Yin-Yang Peak, two contrasting mountains—one rugged with odd stones and scarce signs of life, and the other lush with abundant flora and the fragrance of flowers. They earned the name Yin-Yang Peak due to this stark duality.
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In the three realms, when youths come of age, they often ascend that mountain to choose a weapon that complements their hand. Those fortunate might even be selected by ancient treasures.
This is also why Lou Muge is participating in the divine assembly this time. It’s said that his sword was sealed in the Peak of Myriad Swords in its early days. For eight hundred years, no one could locate his sword, and now Lou Muge intends to search for it himself.
As for why he heard it from others, when he perished wielding his sword, he had no idea where the sword went after his death.
Lou Muge, with this frail body, takes breaks intermittently as he walks. The snow falls and stops, stops and falls again. After several days, he trails behind the last group to arrive and climbs over the mountain.
Behind the mountain lies a vast expanse, shrouded in white mist that obscures everything in sight. It feels as if he’s reached the end of the land, and one by one, the people ahead of him disappear into the white fog.
Lou Muge followed the people beside him into the white mist. After about a hundred steps, a golden glow suddenly lit up before him, casting vague shadows. A colossal gate, a hundred zhang tall, appeared.
The eastern pillar entwined with dragons, the western one surrounded by phoenixes, emerged amidst the boundless whiteness. Threads of golden light, like myriad swimming little dragons, encircled the golden gate, making those standing beside it feel tiny amid the vastness. Some mortals even knelt on the ground, offering worship.
Lou Muge remained unfazed. While others marveled, he walked toward the gate. Unexpectedly, as he reached the middle of the pillars, he violently collided with an invisible barrier, and his nose suffered the consequences.
Unprepared, he nearly broke his nose, tears streaming down from the pain. Holding his nose with one hand, he reached out to the front with the other, indeed feeling an invisible barrier.
Lou Muge’s collision caused quite a stir, attracting many curious gazes. Some even quietly mocked him. Rubbing his nose, he belatedly remembered that this celestial gate had its screening.
Real mortals couldn’t enter, and when Lou Muge concealed his inner power, he was indistinguishable from an ordinary person.
Before others could openly mock him, he mobilized his energy. The weight in his body instantly vanished, making him feel light and comfortable. The pain in his nose smoothed out. Lifting his foot again, this time the gate didn’t obstruct him, surprising the onlookers.
Upon entering the celestial gate, the boundless expanse gained color. Picturesque landscapes unfolded—lush mountains, clear waters, fragrant greenery. It felt like two different worlds compared to the bleak and cold outside. Not far from the gate, a row of tables was set up, each with an immortal servant standing by.
On the table lay thick booklets, and everyone entering had to report their name to the immortal servant.
Lou Muge’s speculation was spot on—there were indeed strict management rules.
“Little miss, come here,” a nearby female immortal servant gestured to him, wearing a face full of friendly smiles. Lou Muge walked over accordingly.
The immortal servant flipped open a page of the booklet, revealing a fresh one, and asked, “What’s your name, and do you belong to any sect?”
“I don’t belong to any sect,” Lou Muge replied. “My name is Lou Muge.”
The immortal servant continued to smile warmly, “You are the seventeenth Lou Muge today, little miss. Perhaps you should tell me your real name. You must know the significance of the name Lou Muge; entering with that name will attract significant attention from the immortal realm.”
Lou Muge knew that there were many people in the six realms using his name. Some, claiming to be his disciples, intentionally formed an organization, wandering around the six realms, adopting Lou Muge’s name and appearance to confuse the immortal realm and others, concealing his true identity.
When Lou Muge first learned about this, he felt both warmth and a twinge of guilt. Those unknown faces willingly embraced an unforgivable identity for his sake. However, their numbers were vast, and even if he wished to express gratitude, it was an impossible task.
After a brief contemplation, Lou Muge inquired, “What about Ning Shaosi?”
The immortal servant continued to smile, unsurprised. “The name Ning Shaosi has been recorded three hundred and thirty-six times today. If you really want to choose between the two, I suggest sticking with Lou Muge.”
After she finished speaking, she raised her hand, and a gentle white radiance flickered. A palm-sized, thin-as-cicada-wing piece of paper appeared out of thin air, inscribed with several characters: 657.
In one corner, there was another character: 人 (person).
“Take it. At least this way, you’ll have some form of identity. When you participate in the divine assembly, your number will be directly recorded,” the immortal servant said kindly.
“Forget it.” Lou Muge declined the paper, thinking that he’d rather use a different name than be associated with that number. Little did he anticipate a day when he’d compete for his own identity.
The immortal servant assumed he had a change of heart and gently pushed the booklet on the table forward, pointing to a spot. “Come, extend one finger and press it here.”
Lou Muge followed the instruction as advised.
“Your name?” the immortal servant asked again.
“Lou Shengsheng,” he replied.
As the words fell, a flash of white light beneath his fingertip, and when he lifted his finger, the three characters “Lou Shengsheng” were imprinted in the booklet. Then, the immortal servant handed over the paper again, but this time it bore the seal of “Lou Shengsheng.”
Lou Muge didn’t immediately stow it away. After walking a distance, rows of immortal soldiers guarded the way. He showed the paper, and only after presenting it did the immortal soldiers give him a stone attached to a string. Once he passed through this record check, he tucked the paper into the bell.
Amidst the endless wilderness, two mountains stood tall. From a distance, one was bare, shrouded in white mist, while the other blossomed with flowers, covering the entire field.
The guards here are strict, with immortal soldiers stationed every few dozen steps, glaring with wide eyes, fearing even the slightest disturbance.
The immortal realm doesn’t experience perpetual spring; it’s just that the seasons here change more slowly than in the mortal realm. Even though this place is on the border of the immortal realm, one can still sense the faint spiritual energy permeating the air—a precious gift for mortals cultivating immortality.
Lou Muge glanced around and found the area filled with people. Although not crowded, the density suggested that these were likely individuals who had passed the first trial.
Arriving somewhat late, he couldn’t afford further delays. He quickly tied the stone to his wrist, and strands of white light emanated from it, forming the shape of a door.
This is the first trial of the divine assembly. Once you step through this door, you’ll be transported to a place in the mortal realm plagued by monsters. Whether these monsters are strong or weak depends entirely on luck. Some may find themselves in front of newly formed minor demons, while others might be teleported to confront malevolent demons who have cultivated for a thousand years.
Countless individuals are sifted through by this door, and once you step through it, you bear the consequences of life and death.
Lou Muge was about to enter when suddenly, amid various conversations, he heard a crisp ringing sound.
His keen ears twitched, and he immediately turned to look, only to see people coming and going, and his gaze caught nothing.
His curiosity briefly surfaced but quickly dissipated. He stepped into the door, and in an instant, the door formed by white light vanished.
In the midst of the crowd, there was a man dressed in a plain robe, staring straight through the crowd at the spot where the door had vanished.
His appearance was quite ordinary, and hardly anyone lingered their gaze on him.
He held a bone-white fan in his hand, smooth as jade. The handle of the fan was adorned with a string of black and gold tassels hanging from a hollow bronze bell. It swayed slightly, producing a crisp bell sound that faded in an instant, returning to silence as if nothing happened.
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Author’s Note:
Lou Muge has given himself a makeover, cutting bangs, tying braids, and donning a little dress to meet everyone!
It’s not a female body; he’s cross-dressing.
Ooooh, nice to see this novel alive again! Thank You for picking it up! ❤ Can’t wait to read more about this chaotic ‘people’ 😂
Little miss.. lol