"See you later, Xu Xi!"

"Why don't you stay and eat before you leave, sir?"

"Brother Xu, I'll be waiting!"

The invitations were sent out.

Xu Xi left the outskirts of Yanshan City.

The summer air was distorted like ripples by the refracted sunlight, visibly intertwining and surging.

Xu Xi was preparing to head to the capital to send invitations to important mentors.

But he didn't use spatial powers.

Instead of teleporting instantly to the capital, he chose a slower method, flying through the ascended skies of Earth, observing the ever-changing landscapes due to Earth's elevated status.

"I remember this place used to be called... the Bermuda Triangle?"

"When I was a child, there were always legends describing this sea area as swallowing any passing planes and ships."

"Whether that was true or not is hard to say."

"But now, it is indeed a dangerous forbidden zone."

The storm howled.

Dark clouds gathered.

Xu Xi slowed his flight, pausing briefly over a sea area.

He saw, beneath the boundless sea surface, numerous massive shadows roaming, including various mythical ancient creatures, vast and mysterious.

Xu Xi nodded slightly.

These extraordinary beasts were already quite powerful.

Their vitality was abundant, their demon power surged, and they even qualified to enter his family courtyard's pond.

Of course, only as the lowest tier of beings.

"Let's see more."

"Recently, Earth's changes have been even greater."

Xu Xi continued flying, gazing down from above at the scenes below. He saw thousands of fish competing in the currents and human supernaturals teaming up to fish.

The towering spiritual Great Wall.

The pyramid with its peak holding up the blazing sun.

Dragons and harpies vying for nesting spots in the wild.

Metallic creatures coming to life, like new sword spirit fighter jets.

Ancient, immortal, fantasy, sci-fi...

Various elements, various systems.

Like densely gathered flower buds, blooming before Xu Xi, colorful and eye-catching.

Honestly.

If he hadn't personally experienced it all.

Xu Xi would have a hard time connecting the current Earth with its former self.

"I've seen what I needed to see. Next, let's head to the teacher's place."

Xu Xi withdrew his gaze.

The power to blur space and time faded the surrounding mountains and oceans, making them indistinct, rapidly shifting between virtual and real boundaries.

Finally.

The scene before him settled on the bustling capital of Huaxia.

Flying eaves of pavilions, alloy skyscrapers, spiritual airships, magical warships.

Various items from different systems coexisted in Earth's largest city, and Xu Xi glanced around before stepping towards the Supernatural United Bureau.

"Teacher, compared to the last time I saw you, your cultivation has deepened."

Xu Xi smiled.

His figure stepped into another layer of the void.

Effortlessly entering the barrier set up by Li Wanshou.

Inside the barrier, the old man held a withered vine sword, standing on bamboo leaves, with his lean figure slashing out sky-covering sword energy.

The wind grew fierce.

The body more ethereal.

The wind swept the bamboo leaves, which encircled the old man.

With a breath, the old man stopped his sword moves, facing away from Xu Xi, gently stroking his white beard.

"What deepened cultivation?"

"Just diligent sword practice, diligent cultivation, diligent meditation, diligent observation of the Dao."

The old man's tone was calm.

The fierce wind made his sleeves billow and rustle.

Seen from behind, his demeanor was grand and lofty, like a true cultivator who has seen through worldly affairs.

As he spoke.

Li Wanshou turned to look at Xu Xi, his seemingly composed face unable to suppress a smile at the corners of his mouth: "Disciple, do you understand the teachings of your master?"

Xu Xi responded cooperatively, "I keep them in mind."

Immediately, the two exchanged a knowing smile.

"Speak, you mischievous disciple, what trouble have you brought to your master today?"

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

With his slender fingers, he took out a jar of Dragon Blood Spirit Tea, extracting its essence with immortal power and making hot tea with spiritual water.

The teacup trembled slightly.

Steam enveloped the air.

Li Wanshou flicked his robe, and a cup of spirit tea automatically slid to Xu Xi.

"I simply missed you."

Xu Xi raised the cup to drink.

The tea entered his mouth, initially bland then sweet, the flavor lingering on his palate.

After placing the empty cup down, Xu Xi noticed Li Wanshou sitting opposite him, eyes slightly closed, silent.

"Disciple."

"Speaking such words, regardless of whether your master believes them, do you truly believe them yourself?"

The old man's voice was haunting.

"Of course, I do believe it," Xu Xi decided to be candid, taking out a special invitation from his bosom and handing it to the bewildered Li Wanshou.

"This, what is this?!"

"Master, please accept it."

With a bright red appearance, black inner and gold outer text, the invitation was extended in its folded form to the surprised and delighted old man.

He seemed to have guessed something.

He wanted to reach out and take it.

Yet, the hands of an immortal were as powerless as those of an elderly mortal, failing several times to grasp it successfully.

In the end, it was Xu Xi's gentle guidance that allowed the old man to truly hold the red invitation.

"Master."

Xu Xi spoke.

"May I invite you to attend the wedding of your humble and mischievous disciple?"

Li Wanshou's expression underwent several changes.

First bewilderment, then daze, followed by delight, excitement, and finally transforming into a serene smile.

"Rebellious disciple."

"If I don't attend, how can your master be at ease?"

The old man's smile grew brighter.

That smile stretched his wrinkled features, like parched land meeting nourishing rain.

He spoke.

He educated.

He informed Xu Xi of what he should be mindful of.

Despite never having been married himself, he still clumsily conveyed his "life experiences" to Xu Xi.

Xu Xi sat quietly, listening to all the old man's words.

The corners of his mouth slightly curved upwards.

Two hours passed.

After bidding farewell to Li Wanshou, Xu Xi did not immediately leave the capital.

He stood in mid-air, his gaze overlooking the earth, penetrating layers of buildings and thick rock formations, reaching the depths of the Red Dragon Treasure Hall underground.

"The master's invitation has been sent."

"As for Little Red... even without merit, there's hard work, so let's send one too."

Moved by the Red Dragon's efforts.

For years, it had actively and voluntarily donated blood, causing the courtyard's dragon blood grass to flourish more each year.

Xu Xi pondered and decided to send an invitation to the Red Dragon.

After all, in terms of the time they've known each other, the Red Dragon could be considered an old friend.

However.

When Xu Xi's figure appeared in the Treasure Hall and stated his purpose, the enormous red dragon froze on the spot, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Its crimson-gold dragon eyes were filled with confusion.

Faced with the invitation card Xu Xi extended, the dragon was both cautious and timid.

"Dragon Whisperer, sir, surely you must be... joking?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"... A little."

Looking at the red dragon's hesitant and shrinking demeanor, Xu Xi sighed.

He was such a kind and friendly person, yet he was always misunderstood by the dragon race.