C7 Acknowledge Immortal Ancestor as a Grandchild?

Three months later, in District Z, on the busy street, a boy holding a book shouted to a middle-aged man, "This is the library. Don't make a ruckus, go somewhere else."

The man was in the middle of a conversation with a little girl beside him, who had a look of helplessness on her face. This was her first time sneaking out of the family without a bodyguard, but she didn't know what to do.

Just as the man was preparing to invite him further, he was suddenly startled by the youth. When he saw that the person in front of him was not even twenty years old, he cursed loudly, "Who the fuck are you? Do you want to die?"

Hearing the word 'die', the eyes of the young man immediately lit up. Just as he said, he wanted the other party to beat him to death. The words on the book were indeed effective.

"Can you beat me to death? Otherwise, if you can't beat me to death, then don't compete with me."

His tone was sincere and his eyes were eager. Not a single one of them didn't reveal the fact that he truly wanted to die. The middle-aged man knew that he had come looking for trouble today, so he scolded him before leaving in a hurry.

There was still the little girl Lin Yue sitting there. She had a grateful expression on her face as she thought that the young man had said these words to help her. The more he looked at the handsome youth in front of him, the more perfect he became. She seemed to have fallen in love with Lin Yue. The more she thought about it, the more complicated it became. With peach blossoms in her eyes, she blushed and said, "Thank you, I don't know your name."

The young man ignored Lin Yue as he flipped through the books to himself. "Your tone of voice still needs improvement." You should be a bit more arrogant. You should be able to make others want to beat me to death with just a single sentence. "

Just as the young man was about to change another book, an old man in a Chinese tunic came up behind the young man with a walking stick. He used his wrinkled hands to give the young man a chestnut, and the young man turned around and said, "Youngster, what are you doing? Don't disturb me when I'm reading."

"Don't call me a junior. I'll say it again. I'm your foster grandfather, grandson, and that young lady is asking you a question." The old man was the curator of this library, and he was usually very angry. Although he was leaning on his walking stick, his bright voice still attracted the attention of everyone in the library.

"Then don't call me grandson. How many times have I told you that I'm older than your ancestors?" The latter half of the sentence was automatically omitted and Xuanyang was speechless. That's right, this was the immortal ancestor Xuanyang who left the ruins. Three months ago, he left the ruins in order to find a place to live and then slowly find a way to kill himself.

But just when Xuanyang was about to sleep, he ran into a wall. No matter how much money he spent, there wouldn't be an 'inn' for him to sleep in because he didn't have an ID card.

What Xuanyang didn't expect was that the current person would have an identity card from birth. Without an identity card, he wouldn't be able to do anything. Of course, the Immortal Cultivators had other plans, but Xuanyang didn't even know the identity card. Xuanyang's current identity was that of an ordinary person without an identity card, making it impossible for him to stay here. Could it be that he, Immortal Ancestor Xuanyang, will sleep on the streets the moment he was born?

Alright, Xuanyang did indeed fall asleep on the street that night, so Xuanyang didn't care about these details.

As for his cultivation, although he believed in his ability to control it, it had been hundreds of millions of years and his temperament had changed too much. Perhaps the current him was more like an ordinary person. Xuanyang was afraid that if the immortal energy leaked out, the whole area would be in ruins, so he sealed his own cultivation.

The next day, Xuanyang started playing tricks in area Z, which was full of weird little machines. Xuanyang was more knowledgeable, and soon it was night time, Xuanyang thought, as a First Immortal, how could I sleep on the street for two days?

Then he fell back into the street. However, this time, it was not because he was sleeping. Instead, it was a side effect of using the secret technique, which caused him to lose consciousness for seven days.

When Xuanyang woke up, he was lying on the bed. An old man with a kind face looked at Xuanyang with a smile. The old man said in a gentle tone, "Child, you've woken up. I saw that you fell in front of my library and dragged you to my room."

As it turned out, people had a good temper the first time they met.

Xuanyang originally wanted to give the curator some money before leaving, but the curator insisted on not asking Xuanyang to leave due to his weak body. A few days later, the curator understood a part of Xuanyang's situation, of course, other than him being an immortal, he also slept for billions of years. Xuanyang didn't say.

"A fatherless and motherless person. He has even lost his identity card and slept in a coffin on the street. Even his clothes belong to someone else? Poor child, I was alone, too, with no descendants. Just follow me from now on and call me grandpa. Grandpa will care about your food and money. " The old man held Xuanyang's hand with hot tears in his eyes and did not let Xuanyang leave.

Xuanyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry when being held by this ordinary person in front of him. According to what he said, this old man was right, but no matter how he thought about it, Xuanyang still felt bad.

He, a dignified First Immortal, was dragged by an ordinary person and yet still insisted on being his grandpa. If this news were to spread, his reputation as an immortal ancestor would not be good. Unfortunately, after trillions of years, the last person to know Xuanyang was reincarnated.

Xuanyang could also erase the curator's memory, but since the curator took care of him for seven days, Xuanyang wasn't willing to erase the curator's memory, which would be difficult for him to do.

Based on Xuanyang's understanding of the curator these few days, the curator might faint from sadness if Xuanyang suddenly disappeared. There was another thing that prevented Xuanyang from leaving.

He still didn't have his ID and Xuanyang didn't want to sleep on the street anymore. Furthermore, because of his own burial site, the news of everyone dying had been spread out. Nearly a thousand experts dying had caused the Z-region's advanced combat strength to drop by four levels. The mayor vomited blood and raged, ordering the entire Z-region to begin martial law.

Furthermore, he was still unfamiliar with this world, and coincidentally, this library was not an ordinary virtual library. (Because it was convenient, the virtual library had long replaced ordinary libraries.) ), it was an extremely rare paper library. For Xuanyang, the generation gap wasn't that big, at least there were papers and books in the era he lived in.

After that, Xuanyang temporarily lived in the library and didn't care about being a grandson.

Even if he was forced to death, Xuanyang wouldn't be willing.

Of course, he also really wanted to die.

Then, the curator called Xuanyang his grandson and Xuanyang called him junior curator. Although it was a bit abnormal, and from their point of view, he was right, but from their point of view, it was too abnormal. The two of them bickered every day over this matter.

As the two of them got more familiar with each other, the curator's temper returned to normal and became extremely irritable.

Immortal Ancestor Xuanyang discovered another truth: When a person becomes familiar with something, they would return to their original appearance.

After three months, Xuanyang became more and more normal. He would no longer freeze the train because it glowed red on the ground floor as if it were on fire; he would no longer see a 3D virtual figure superseding it as a soul; nor would he be shocked by a robot that seemed to him to be a lump of iron talking to him.

Xuanyang only just realized that the 'carriage' could fly without spiritual energy; weapons without an artefact spirit could make all kinds of choices based on the Astral Sparks; lights didn't need flames either; there were too many things that Xuanyang was curious about.

Xuanyang also went to look at the Guardian God of Zone Z, and after looking at it, Xuanyang was shocked. This iron lump that weighed hundreds of millions of tons, as long as it was operated by hundreds of low level Xiantian cultivators, could be comparable to a Soul Formation cultivator. This was not one plus one equals two, it was a miracle of cultivation. In Xuanyang's memory, even a hundred Nascent Souls couldn't beat a single Soul Formation cultivator. Here, the cultivation base was at the first stage of the Refinement Realm. The difference was that 100 Nascent Souls could use the power of a sea of people to exhaust the power of a Soul Formation cultivator, but they couldn't kill a Soul Formation cultivator.

Unless you are the beloved child of a god, you will never be able to fight someone of a higher cultivation realm. Xuanyang had a deep understanding of this.

Xuanyang's millions of years of blank memories have also been filled by many history books, Xuanyang can now also use a simple computer. In his words, this deity had never seen such a heaven defying object in his hundreds of millions of years of life. When he found out that this was only the most ordinary computer.

immortal ancestor Xuanyang, the last immortal of the world, and the guardians of the several hundred thousand Immortal Servant were in a state of chaos.

During this age of scientific and technological cultivation, his state of mind was torn apart time and time again. Xuanyang's heart, which had been quiet for a long time, gradually became lively. After waking up from his deep slumber, he was no longer the Immortal Ancestor Xuanyang who sought death calmly. Sometimes, he actually wanted to play a round of science and technology that was so strange that it wouldn't be too late for him to die.

However, when Xuanyang knew that the technology now was at its peak, it was just a matter of weapon technology at its peak. Ordinary items were still used on the home planet before they were merged.

Xuanyang calmed down again and felt disdain towards these technologies. No matter when, the war is the catalyst, and it used to be now as well.

This is the immutable, Xuanyang mocked himself. Previously, he had also experienced countless battles for benefits, but everyone was the same, no one could change it. Even he, the last immortal in the world, could not change this.

Desire covers one's eyes, but it is a voluntary act, and fear of death is at stake.

The image of the Immortal Servant Clan appeared in his mind. They were the perfect, flawless bunch of Angels. Only this group of fellows could break through his greed. They had no benefits and were only there to protect him.

Thinking about this, Xuanyang couldn't help but wonder if the last generation High Priest had been reborn.

"Grandson, godgrandson, that girl is gone."

Looking at Xuanyang, who was lost in thought, the curator felt helpless. How did this brat do it? He couldn't hear what others were saying. Lin Yue blushed as she told the curator about what had happened. As she said something, the curator started to have the same expression as when he was looking at his granddaughter-in-law. Lin Yue was so embarrassed that she quickly found an excuse to leave.

The curator took out a pen from the chest of his suit and wrote down a few sentences with trembling hands. Then he folded the pen and stuffed it into the book in Xuanyang's hands before turning around and leaving.