He pointed at the wet fruit that Dragon God had only taken a bite of.

"Hahaha, look how scared you are, it's okay! It's okay!"

As Dragon God continued to explain, he finished eating the rest of the wet fruit.

"You saw it too, my spiritual body, in comparison to the soul, is of a higher order and is not susceptible to poison."

Dragon God's Hand turned upwards, with the wet fruit slowly floating in the air, then suddenly, Dragon God's Hand clenched tightly, merging the dozen or so wet fruits that were previously scattered in the air together, some powder also being removed in the process.

"Alas, time waits for no one!"

Taking advantage of this lull, Dragon God let out another sigh,

"Since the split of the human realm over two thousand years ago, there hasn't been a single day, no, not a single day where I haven't missed Xue'er!"

After the wave of sadness, Dragon God's expression showed a mix of grief and anger as he uttered a few words.

"Of course, there's also my good son! He looks so much like you, with his white hair and handsome face."

At this point, it was evident that Dragon God's spiritual state was becoming unstable, and the space began to fluctuate violently along with the instability of the non-immortal incarnation.

Seeing Dragon God so agitated, Yuanhui felt uneasy but also moved, so he consoled him.

"Ah, don't worry, I know you miss your son too..."

"Nonsense!"

Dragon God's furious fist struck the air, uttering angrily,

"If I see that brat again, I'll personally make sure to kill him!"

Dragon God's fury caused a large section of the cave to collapse.

After calming down, Dragon God floated to the edge of the Heavenly Realm, murmuring as he gazed northwest towards the Central Plains.

"Alas, not only did that little monster harm his mother, but he also sealed my true body, buried it in Dongjun, and eventually established his own dynasty in the Central Plains."

Dragon God reminisced about the past: the once beloved son by the non-immortal, Nine Dynasties, had turned greedy after becoming corrupt. Taking advantage of the non-immortal's absence while sealing demons, he seized power after the non-immortal suffered severe injuries.

A great war broke out in the Central Plains of the present-day Holy Empire, where the fatally wounded non-immortal fell in battle against the now power-hungry Nine Dynasties.

The fall of the non-immortal, the last Immortal Emperor on the continent, led to chaos as Nine Dynasties' mother and ministers divided the land, resulting in over forty countries and an academy, leading to continuous conflicts among the nations.

It took more than fourteen hundred years for the gradual unification of the North Domain, West Province, Star Empire, and the eventual creation of the Godrealm.

Seated leisurely on a seaside cliff, Dragon God looked towards the Central Plains, then glanced back at Yuanhui behind him, sighed deeply, and began discussing with the young man.

"Hey, kid!"

"Yes?"

Dragon God shyly said like a child,

"From now on, just call me Master Non-Immortal."

Teacher? Yuanhui couldn't believe that Dragon God was going to take him as his disciple. He gazed at Non-Immortal standing on the cliff and grabbed his hand...

“You... Are you really?” (Not finished yet)

"Yes, young people can be taught, an open heart can lead to progress. You also need to learn a lot!"

"Who do you think you are? Calling yourself the Master Non-Immortal, if others find out that I've taken a kid as my master, where does that leave the dignity of my martial family ancestors?!"

"You... truly are an uncarved block!"

Night fell.

Dust decided to pass on all the power of the Dragon God's blood to Yuanhui, as his own master had taught him when he was young.

"Non-Immortal, as a disciple, must respect the master and follow the path, likewise, a good master always lends a helping hand, that's what a true master-disciple relationship is."

The Mission of the Immortal is to punish his own child and reclaim everything he has lost.

Even the Immortal had a romantic experience when he was young. One night, under the possession of the gossip god, Yuanhui interrogated the Immortal, who then openly told the story. However, the precondition was to start a complete transformation the next morning!

This time, Yuanhui did not refuse. He stuck out his tongue at the Immortal.

"Well, I dare not delay any longer anyway. After all, time is like a butcher's knife!"

Saying this, Yuanhui even mimicked a cutting gesture. The Immortal looked at his mischievous appearance and a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

"What's up?"

Yuanhui chuckled and waved his hand playfully.

"Do you think I resemble your son?"

The Immortal smiled without saying a word. It was only when Yuanhui persistently pressed him to speak that he squeezed out.

"You remind me of my beloved, Qian Yuexue, Xue'er..."

Yuanhui was dumbfounded. He had unintentionally reminded his master of his lover.

In his youth, the Immortal traveled across the mainland and, passing through the Central Plains, encountered a major family and local overlord - the Qian Family.

"I am named Wuxian. I happened to pass by here during my travels. May I stay for the night?"

On the eastern peak of Tianxueshan, the dragon Wuxian, carrying the chill of winter, requested rest at the gate of the stronghold. At that moment, a girl opened the door and told him she would report to the head of the house.

Within three minutes, an old man came out from the inner courtyard. Although he appeared to be feeble, his spirit was still strong, showing no signs of decay. The Immortal paid some attention to this person and realized that he was a powerful Immortal Emperor - Qian Baiqiu, the head of the Qian Family!

The hospitable Qian Baiqiu not only agreed to host him but also warmly treated the foreign guest Wuxian with food and drink.

"Young brother Wuxian, to dare to travel alone at such a young age, I toast to your courage!"

As an excuse, the old man made every effort to find more alcohol to drink.

As soon as he picked up his cup, Qian Baiqiu raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. Wuxian, unable to refuse the old man's warmth, had to drink as well.

The darkness of the night made the light of the Qian Family's lanterns seem narrow. Qian Baiqiu instructed a maid to take a slightly drunk Wuxian to his guest room.

As Wuxian entered the hall, he felt somewhat drowsy. After the maid settled him in, she asked,

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Hmm?"

The slightly intoxicated Wuxian was awakened by the maid's seductive voice.

The story reached this point, and Yuanhui, who was listening on the side, couldn't help but tease him.

"I didn't expect you to be such an old lecher!"

Wuxian chuckled, raised his hand in resignation, and offered no retort.

Although the Dragon God himself was absolutely hesitant at the time, Wuxian still insisted in the maid's temptation, saying, "A true hero does not indulge in such treatment."

After that, he hastily left the Qian Family's mansion. Inside the courtyard, Qian Baiqiu was already waiting at the door. He laughed heartily when he saw Wuxian running out,

"Truly a great hero of righteousness! Impressive. This is the taste of a Jianghu warrior!"

Qian Baiqiu waved towards the woods.

"Come out, Xue'er."

A pampered young lady slowly emerged, and Wuxian was instantly captivated by Xue'er's silver hair, cherry-like lips, and watery eyes. The teacher paused here, savoring a moment of self-indulgence.

"Master, what happened next?"

Yuanhui was eager to hear the rest of the story like a child.

"Come, come, take a look, this is Brother Wuxian!"

Old Master Qian once again turned to apologize to Wu Xian. "Hehe, this is my daughter, who has been pampered since childhood and has not seen much of the world. I hope Brother Wu Xian won't take offense."

Seeing his sudden rise in status in Old Master Qian's eyes, Wu Xian knew there would be trouble he couldn't refuse. After a stalemate at the entrance of Qian Family for a while, Old Master Qian finally couldn't contain himself and decided to get straight to the point.

"Um, well, my daughter is still young, and I don't want her to stay at home anymore. After all, she should go out and see the world."

Old Master Qian purposely looked at Qian Yuexue.

"I understand."

Wu Xian knew that pretending to be clueless any longer would be impolite. After all, he couldn't disrespect Old Master Qian in front of so many people, and it didn't sit well with the old man either.

"I'll take Miss Qian out to travel the continent together!"

The originally aloof Miss suddenly became excited.

"Haha, old man, you've finally done something decent."

Seeing her daughter acting so casually, Qian Family Mother spoke angrily, "Xue'er, mind your manners. Don't be disrespectful in front of others!"

Qian Yuexue made a face at her mother, who scolded her for being inconsiderate, and then went back to the hall in a huff.

"Hehe…"

Qian Baiqiu still smiled kindly.

"My wife has a bad temper. I hope Brother Wu Xian forgives her, and I'll make it up to you."

Wu Xian shook his head, bowed to Old Master Qian, and a feeling he had never experienced before settled in his heart towards the old man.

"I've learned a lesson from my elders. If I must make amends, I should do so first."

Qian Baiqiu was puzzled because he hadn't done anything or taught Wu Xian anything. The night at Qian Snow Mountain was unusually cold, and Old Master Qian trembled slightly in the cold wind, looking somewhat lost.

"I haven't taught Brother Wu Xian anything."

Wu Xian walked behind Old Master Qian and said, "Miss Xue, it's late, go to sleep early. We'll set off early tomorrow."

Qian Yuexue raised her fist excitedly and cheered, "Oh~ we'll set off tomorrow morning!"

And so, the next morning when the sunlight shone upon Qian Snow Mountain, Wu Xian and Qian Yuexue set off.

"Hehe," Wu Xian joked with a smile, "I never imagined that during my trip around the continent, staying at Qian Family for just one night, I would meet your master's wife."

Wu Xian suddenly realized that Yuanhui was already snoring while leaning on the straw mat, realizing he had been telling his story in vain. Angered, Wu Xian raised his hand to slap him awake.

As his raised hand was about to come down, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Uhh…Tong'er, it's okay, I'll always be by your side."

Yuanhui's voice echoed in the cave for a long time, and Wu Xian, instead of slapping Moon Dragon, patted his head lightly.

When master and disciple sympathized with each other's plight, Wu Xian sighed alone.

"Ah, forget it, you and I are both unfortunate souls."

"No, Master."

Yuanhui opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the big wave outside the cave, comforting Wu Xian.

"It turns out that Master has been persistently guarding things he couldn't protect, just like me. Isn't it tiring?"

Wu Xian looked at Yuanhui's innocent face and could only smile without saying a word, turning into a white, translucent ball.

Seeing this, Yuanhui placed his master near the pillow.

"Good night!"

He lay on the ground, the damp fruit's effects had already penetrated his nerves. Slowly, his limbs began to lose sensation, causing Yuanhui to drift into a deep sleep. In his dreams, a piercing pain spread throughout his body.

The fiery poison of purgatory turned Yuanhui's entire body crimson, with the meridians emitting a dazzling light that was sharp to the naked eye.

And something horn-like grew on his head— it was a dragon horn!

"Kid, control the dragon's blood well, don't let it assimilate and control your heart!"

Faintly, an anxious voice came through. Yuanhui was already engulfed by a sea of blood, unable to open his eyes.

"It's not working, I need to figure something out."

Wuxian swiftly raised the barrier in his hand.

"Power, gather!"

Roar~!

The terrifying fluctuations pushed back Wuxian. He was shocked to see Yuanhui, whose entire body now glowed like burning charcoal, his eyes no longer showing pupils.