Minglin stared silently at Yuan for quite a while, making Yuan feel a chill down his spine. It was strange, as he was supposed to be the one taking the initiative, so why did he feel this way instead? Was it some kind of innate halo ascribed to immortals?

"Hmph..." Minglin closed the travel guide in her hand, a displeased expression crossing her charming face. She touched the necklace made of celestial stones around her neck. "You have the ability to calculate the existence of the celestial lock and the time and place of my resurrection. Is there anything you need my help to solve?"

"Of course there is," Yuan sighed. "We are just humans, not like you immortals or gods."

"Human... you?" Minglin raised an eyebrow with a tone of suspicion.

"Yeah," Yuan proudly lifted his head.

"...Forget it," Minglin shook her head dismissively. "Tell me, after trapping me with the celestial lock, what request do you dare to make of me?"

"No no no, of course not a request, but a plea," Yuan rubbed his hands and smiled, looking like a middle-aged office clerk humbly asking for help, a bit servile.

Minglin was truly puzzled. From her perspective, Yuan had touched the realm of laws. While not comparable to immortals, he was at least far beyond ordinary humans. Where did this humble attitude come from?

"Interesting... tell me."

"Well, I hope to see a god or true immortal reappear in the Divine Land," Yuan said earnestly.

"..." Minglin fell silent for a moment, then chuckled, "Isn't that simple? You said it yourself, by removing this, the immortal is still an immortal, and the true immortal is already before you. Or... do you want to add conditions? Such as a true immortal who obeys your every word, just like that winged creature whose soul you control?"

But Yuan remained serious and stern. "Of course it's not that simple."

"First, I hope to meet a 'true immortal.'" He emphasized the last two words, causing the faint smile on Minglin's face to vanish.

"I see... you've figured it out," Minglin said somewhat dejectedly.

After merging her two avatars, Minglin could indeed be considered a resurrected immortal, but the process of "resurrection" was not that straightforward. Although this world had immortals and divine beings, they were not the kind of gods from myths; whether in the Eastern immortal realm or the Western pantheon, they had gradually transcended from ordinary beings to the divine realm.

In extreme terms, gods and immortals were just incredibly powerful regular beings. They could exist for a long time but were not immortal; they could destroy skies and earth but could also die.

After all, people die when they are killed.

Minglin's resurrection was a bit of a clever maneuver. Her physical form had perished but her immortal spirit remained. The separation of Yin and Yang by Morninglight had also divided her immortal spirit into two. After a thousand years of repairing her spirit and using the Yin and Yang energies to reshape her body, only then could she bask in the sunlight again.

"At the beginning of the world, there was the separation of Yin and Yang, but the body one creates is ultimately missing a bit of innate essence. Immortals and Western gods rely on different types of faith, entirely communicating with the heavens and the earth. This profound and mysterious element, even ordinary humans possess a bit of it, makes it impossible for you to become a true immortal."

"You are quite aware," Minglin finally spoke after a pause.

"Haha, you're too kind. It was just a little bit of research," Yuan chuckled immediately, as if the seriousness from just a moment ago was put on.

"But even if I'm not a true immortal, so what? Apart from true gods or immortals, there is no existence that can defeat me."

Feeling a bit looked down upon, Minglin's temperament as the sleeping girl of a thousand years ago inadvertently revealed itself.

—Although what she said was not wrong. That lack that Yuan had when reconstructing her body merely left her hovering between 99.99 and 100, far from those Holy Rank, The Realm types that barely passed the mark.

"Indeed," Yuan spread out her hands, "but unfortunately, what I hope to achieve cannot be done without a true god."

"What do you want to do?" Minglin asked instinctively.

"Hehe, it's a secret," Yuan raised her right index finger to her lips, giving off a mysterious expression.

Minglin simply decided not to ask when Yuan wouldn't say. After all, she was also an immortal, so who cares about your little secrets.

"Moreover, from your tone, whether I agree to your request is something I can decide, right?"

"Of course, if Minglin immortal refuses, I might have a bit of trouble," Yuan looked worried.

"Hmph, then deal with it on your own!" Minglin turned her face away as if sulking like a little girl, crossing her arms. Although she couldn't understand why, she just disliked Yuan.

There wasn't direct evidence, but Minglin always had this feeling that behind the smiles of this seemingly next-door youth, gentle and handsome guy, there lay another emotion.

As if… looking down on the world.

"Well, I won't help you anyway. Do you think I would condescend to help those filthy and despicable humans who caused me so much suffering?"

That's right. Suddenly Minglin was calm, even intentionally putting more emphasis in her words hoping to provoke Yuan into a rage where he might kill her, which might be a way to end her headache caused by her conflicting thoughts.

"Wow… You saying that makes me a bit sad, you know, I'm not that kind of… 'M'. I don't have the talent to get excited unless a beautiful girl steps on me, and being called a pig or something will make me a bit sad."

Yuan showed no signs of anger whatsoever, even pretended to cover her chest and make a few whimpering sounds, leaving Minglin speechless.

Is this guy serious?

"However, did you just say 'filthy and despicable humans' earlier?"

Yuan's tone suddenly changed, becoming icy cold.

"Yes," Minglin wasn't shaken by this sudden change in emotions for the second time, staring back at Yuan unflinchingly.

"You're absolutely right."

In the next moment, Yuan nodded in agreement, his face filled with utter disgust, making others think that he was the one who had an entire island slaughtered by immortal cultivators and was chased all the way to have the savior killed.

"Filthy, despicable, it's just shamelessness, isn't it? And there're many humans who, when you knock some sense into their brains, they'd curse and walk away grumbling, Minglin immortal, you must have seen too little."

Yuan suddenly became excited, "Those cultivators who slaughtered the immortal island back then were only driven by self-interest, at most just bad. If you really see how stupid and full of hot air they are."

"I'll tell you what, I once saw a country hit by a major epidemic. The country strictly controlled the spread internally and externally, suspended work and production nationwide for two to three months. At that time, while some neighboring countries were mocking this country for inadequate epidemic prevention and control, backward medical and health conditions, and criticizing them for violating human rights by not allowing people to leave their homes, they also said that if it were them, the beacon of freedom and democracy, such a thing would never happen. Two months later, the first country to experience the epidemic had it under control, but those neighboring countries started to panic and cry out for help, saying 'Hallelujah,' as all sorts of demons and monsters came out. Oh, by the way, the leader of the so-called beacon country publicly declared that our epidemic prevention and control was excellent because all the problems originated from the first country that was hit by the epidemic. In our country, everything is free, including the epidemic..."

"And then what happened?"

Minglin suddenly felt curious and wanted to hear more.

"Later, that leader was swiftly shot into the sun by his own people with a cannon. He had a free trip to the sun, envy me," Yuan added with a smirk. "Even later, investigators from the dish lamp country found out that their leader was actually a spy sent by another country, and it was all a conspiracy."

Minglin grimaced, covering her mouth and slightly trembling, as if she was trying hard to stifle a laugh.

Despite her efforts to contain herself, after sleeping for thousands of years, she still couldn't fully control her sense of humor.

"Are you... deliberately making up stories to make me laugh? I bet my immortality that you are!" Minglin finally regained her composure, wiping away a tear of laughter, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"I swear I'm not, it's not about immortality, just trust me, I wouldn't lie to you, Minglin immortal! And you, Minglin, have been asleep underwater for so long, you haven't had much contact with humans, so let me tell you something, the real world is much more magical than you can imagine."

"Well, after hearing all this, don't you think human beings are so bizarre that nothing surprises you anymore? And this is just scratching the surface..."

"Wait, what? Is there something even more outrageous?" The inexperienced immortal couldn't contain her surprise, eyes widening.

"Exactly," Yuan said gravely, "if you're angry and hate the antics of human cultivators, that's fine, but there's no need to split your own spirit. You're too precious to let yourself be affected. Such a lovely girl, a beauty, a treasure of the world."

Minglin felt like she had fallen into a pit and couldn't climb out.

"Anyway," Yuan raised a finger, "Minglin immortal, don't you think human beings, the ones you find more interesting than the 'cultivators' you despise, are more fun to tease rather than destroy?"

"Then, coincidentally, I have something to ask of you that is related to this. If you agree, I can show you more of the perplexing behaviors of humans."

"In conclusion, immortal, will you agree or not?" Yuan smiled and extended a hand towards the girl sitting on the soft couch.