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Martial Soul rambled on endlessly, and Li Xiaonan grew increasingly impatient. He stood up and said, "I’ll ask you one thing: Did you send Scheming to find me?"
Martial Soul looked at him with a serious expression and chuckled awkwardly, "Well... the Divine Realm Passage is about to close... so..."
"Bang!"
Li Xiaonan flipped over the Tea Table in front of him and demanded, "Tell me how to separate him from my body again."
Martial Soul felt his right eyelid twitch; he knew Li Xiaonan was angry.
When this guy was calm, it was fine, but when he got angry, the consequences could be quite severe.
"If it's fused... then there's no way to separate it..."
"What did you say!" Li Xiaonan grabbed Martial Soul by the collar, furious.
That poor white shirt was instantly twisted into a mess.
Martial Soul nervously exclaimed, "No! Please! This is my only shirt! I can't do anything about it, but someone else can!"
Li Xiaonan frowned slightly and released Martial Soul, saying, "If I can't save Scheming, you can forget about living a good life!"
"Hehe, don't be angry. If you owe me money, I won't ask you to pay it back."
"Damn! What do you mean by that? When did I ever owe you money? Are you looking for a fight?"
Martial Soul cleared his throat and took a step back, fearing that Li Xiaonan might explode and beat him up again.
He said, "The first time, you almost lost your true self because of that demon girl, Obedient Dragon II. It was me who reminded you! The second time, it was me who urged you to get the Divine Body Pill from Xiao Bai! The third time, after your self-detonation, it was still me who helped you pass on your Buddhist fate! Each time counts; you owe me three favors now!"
Li Xiaonan knew that Martial Soul had been secretly helping him and felt grateful, but the thought that Scheming might not return made him unable to suppress his anger.
"If it weren't for the Divine Tree Seed from back then, you wouldn't be where you are today! Damn it, and you're talking to me about money! Just the interest on what you owe me back then would be enough to settle this..."
Martial Soul pouted, knowing that Li Xiaonan was speaking the truth and had no way to refute it. He walked over to a nearby bookshelf and handed a book to Li Xiaonan.
"Take a look at this first."
Li Xiaonan frowned; the book was thick, but the paper quality was poor, clearly a roadside printed bootleg.
He had bought such books before for ten bucks each, but most of them were poorly written with dragged-out plots—definitely the kind of thing that was too bad to keep but too good to throw away, ultimately ending up as a table leg support.
The cover depicted a man surrounded by a group of alluring women; it looked like one of those twisted stories about one man and many women.
Li Xiaonan scoffed, "What do you want me to do with this kind of bootleg?"
"Just open it and take a look!" Martial Soul pushed the book back toward him.
Li Xiaonan frowned again and glanced at the cover; the title read Carefree Dual Cultivation, authored by Sanwei.
He had no idea who that was.
As he flipped to the first page, he was captivated by a name!
Li Xiaonan!
Is this a coincidence?
He held the book and sat back on the sofa, carefully reading, while every scene from the past flashed through his mind.
The plot in this book was exactly what he had experienced.
Could it be?
Damn it! I'm not human! I'm just a character in this book!
However, some parts of the story were different. For instance, this book didn't mention Scheming, nor did it mention Chen Mo, and it certainly didn't mention his crossing over...
On the contrary, there were lengthy passages discussing his past, along with Qing An and Martial Soul.
Li Xiaonan furrowed his brows and looked up, closing the book in his hands. "What does this mean?"
Martial Soul grinned and sat cross-legged beside Li Xiaonan. "Do you really think there are such coincidences in the world?"
Li Xiaonan shook his head. He naturally didn't believe it. Setting aside the soul swap with Scheming, every plot point in the book was identical to his own experiences. However, it seemed that this book was not yet finished.
Martial Soul took out a laptop and opened a search engine, using "Carefree Dual Cultivation" and "Sanwei" as keywords for the search.
Li Xiaonan couldn't help but stare at the screen.
From the information available, Sanwei was just an ordinary loser, a struggling web novelist who was a complete mess—purely a product of three no's (no talent, no connections, no resources).
And Carefree Dual Cultivation was indeed his first book.
"I can only think of two possibilities," Martial Soul said. "First, we have all become gods, and this Sanwei is definitely the greatest among the great. Second, this book represents the rules for us, and by transcending the rules, we have transcended this book, thus becoming gods."
Li Xiaonan interlaced his fingers, supporting his chin as he replied, "I think the second possibility is more likely. Let's go find this Sanwei and we'll understand."
With the power of online searches combined with the divine senses of the two gods, it didn't take long for them to locate Sanwei in an apartment.
They found him disheveled, sitting in front of a computer, scratching his head in frustration. It seemed he hadn't washed his hair in days, and flakes of dandruff fell onto his shoulders like snow.
"There’s no Divine Power," Li Xiaonan whispered to Martial Soul, concealing his form.
Martial Soul nodded and said, "Actually, I've always wanted to find this person, but I was worried you wouldn't be able to come up here."
"I was just about to ask you why you were so eager for me to become a god."
Martial Soul pointed at the oblivious Sanwei and continued, "Recently, I've had a vague feeling that the passage from the Immortal Realm to the Divine Realm is about to be sealed. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come looking for… umm!"
As soon as he thought of Scheming, Martial Soul quickly fell silent.
Li Xiaonan slowly approached Sanwei from behind and bent down to scrutinize the screen. A quick glance revealed nothing but some trivial closing remarks; there was hardly any plot to speak of.
He stood up and communicated with Martial Soul behind him, saying, "It's very likely that we really did come out of a book. Look at him; he's writing the ending. Once he finishes the ending, the path to becoming a god will also close. But that's fine; let me give it a try!"
A mischievous smile crossed Li Xiaonan's lips as he raised his right hand into a knife shape and struck down on Sanwei's neck.
His hand passed through without any resistance in a bizarre manner!
Li Xiaonan froze for a moment, staring at his hand in disbelief.
He forgot about the glass on the computer desk and flicked his fingers.
"Bang!" The glass shattered suddenly, and water splashed all over the keyboard.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Sanwei jumped up, quickly grabbing some paper towels to wipe it up. He sighed and said, "Fortunately, I didn't use my notebook... This cup is of such poor quality..."
Wearing a pair of slippers, he wandered around the room for a while. After tidying up the desk, he began to ponder the ending.
Li Xiaonan glanced at Martial Soul and asked, "Is it the same for others in this realm?"
Martial Soul nodded and replied, "Talking and even physical contact are fine, but once there's any intent to harm, the body immediately becomes ethereal... I always thought it was a rule of the divine realm."
Li Xiaonan shook his head, realizing that despite all the hardships to escape the constraints of the Cultivation realm, he still found himself unfree in the celestial realm. He had worked so hard to become a god but still couldn't attain freedom.
He looked at Sanwei and thought: He can be considered our Creator God, yet he still struggles in this realm?
Having come to terms with everything, Li Xiaonan suddenly felt relieved.
Nothing is more important than seizing the moment; it doesn't matter where one comes from—living and living happily is what matters.
He stepped out of the apartment, and Martial Soul immediately followed him. "Um... Aren't you going to ask more?"
"Scheming is different from us; Chen Mo is too. They belong to Earth and are not in the same time-space as us. Even if I let Sanwei add Scheming to bring about a different ending, it probably wouldn't work."
Li Xiaonan turned to Martial Soul and asked, "What are your plans next?"
"Plans? Well, first you need to pay me back, then I'll have a fight with you."
Li Xiaonan nodded and said, "Come on!"
"Huh? What?"
"Let's fight! Didn't you want to have a spar with me? I can't even remember the last time we fought!" Li Xiaonan laughed.
Martial Soul was taken aback and quickly waved his hands. "No way! You don't need to pay me back! You were already incredibly strong in your past life, and in this life, I don't even know how to describe you anymore. You've learned techniques from the realms of humans, demons, and spirits; I’m not asking for a beating!"
Li Xiaonan retracted his stance and said, "If we're not fighting, then I'm leaving!"
"Where are you going?" Martial Soul hurriedly followed.
"I plan to take a trip to Earth; maybe I can find Scheming there. After that, I'll head to the Celestial Realm."
"Huh? We finally got out of the book, and now you want to go back!"
"There are people I care about there; I belong there. To quote something quite profound: that is my destiny."
"Uh... Ji Wuming, have you lost your mind? In your past life..."
Li Xiaonan interrupted, "You said it yourself; that was in my past life. I'm leaving!"
Without another word, Li Xiaonan tore open a rift and squeezed through to the time-space where Earth was located.
"Wow! So cool!" A surprised exclamation came from two female college students who were starstruck.
Li Xiaonan smiled lightly, glanced at S University, and leisurely strolled into the campus.
Li Xiaonan felt a bit restless as he scratched his head and walked toward the small, detached house.
Standing on the ground, he extended his consciousness and was surprised to find that everyone he wanted to see was there.
"Where has Xiao Nan gone... sigh... it's really worrying..."
"Su Mei, don't worry too much. He'll come back... right?"
Li Xiaonan shook his head at the two of them, ultimately deciding not to approach. After all, for him, these two were completely unrelated now.
He made another trip back to his old home, where his father was still dozing in the wicker chair.
Li Xiaonan left behind a celestial pill, burying it in a bowl that held leftover food on the stove before quietly leaving.
He sought out a mountain peak and spoke to himself, "Scheming, are you still inside my body? If you are, give me a sign. If you died because of me, I would feel guilty for a lifetime... I've already let Yanrong down; I don't want to owe you too..."
The wind brushed against Li Xiaonan's somewhat weathered face. After a long while, he heard a faint sound from the Spirit Platform, as delicate as a mosquito's buzz.
"Chirp..."
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