"Let’s go outside," Elder Tian Wen said slowly. He had chosen to say these things in the cellar because it was far underground. Legend had it that the Demon Realm was located in the Underworld, and everything beneath the surface was under the control of the Demon Emperor, Hei Sha—now one of the five great Immortal Emperors. It was the safest place to talk. Now, it was time to leave.
Tian Wen followed respectfully behind Wu Tian. His gaze, once merely respectful, now held a new emotion: awe.
He never could have imagined that the glorious Wutian Celestial Emperor was still alive and had appeared right here. To follow by the Wutian Celestial Emperor’s side was an honor Tian Wen cherished deeply.
When Tian Wen was a child, the Wutian Celestial Emperor was already an Immortal Emperor. He had always admired the Wutian Celestial Emperor and wished to serve under him, but the opportunity never arose. He even met his wife because of the Wutian Celestial Emperor’s disappearance. While searching for the lost Emperor, Tian Wen met a young woman on the same quest. The two traveled together. Although they never found the Wutian Celestial Emperor, the trials they faced on their journey brought them closer, and they eventually fell in love.
Among figures like the Creation Martial Emperor, the Empress, and the Demon Emperor Hei Sha, the one Tian Wen admired most was the Wutian Celestial Emperor.
At this time, outside the humble cottage, a group of people stood waiting. They were all elderly villagers in the twilight of their lives, and Si Lin had brought them here. Their children and grandchildren were no longer in the village, so they had no one to dote on. Instead, they poured all their affection onto Si Lin.
"Si Lin, are you sure Elder Tian Wen has been deceived?" asked the village chief, his back bent with age. As the village chief, he was always a bit more rational than the average person.
"Grandpa Chief, it’s the truth! That man is a playboy. He deceived Hua’er and somehow tricked Elder Tian Wen too," Si Lin insisted. "Don’t you believe me?"
At this, he looked as if he was about to cry again.
Isn’t it disgusting for a grown man to cry? The old Si Lin would have thought so, but the Si Lin of today disagreed.
Whenever he cried, the village elders would immediately rush to console him, as if their own children or grandchildren were the ones in tears.
Seeing this, the village chief also went to comfort Si Lin. "Don’t cry, I believe you. I believe you, grandpa believes you."
Seeing that Si Lin was still crying, the village chief said earnestly, "I was wrong. Grandpa Chief was wrong. Will you forgive me?"
The chief was over a hundred years old and missed his own little grandson terribly. The last time he had seen the boy was sixty years ago, when he was just a babe in swaddling clothes who also cried a lot.
"Alright, I’ll stop crying," Si Lin said, still sounding aggrieved. "But you have to believe me. You have to teach that swindler a lesson, and afterward, you have to cook for me."
The village chief nodded. "I’ll go to the kitchen and make you your favorite buttered shortbread."
"Good," Si Lin replied with a nod.
In truth, buttered shortbread was his own son’s favorite food. The village chief’s son had left the impoverished village with his wife and child sixty years ago. The chief desperately wished his son was still by his side so he could make shortbread for him, but that chance was gone forever. Si Lin’s words made the old man happy, making him feel as if his son were right there.
Of course, the chief knew Si Lin wasn’t his son or grandson, but an old person’s heart needs an anchor for its feelings. All the elders in the village felt the same way.
As for Si Lin, he felt there was no deception involved. He wasn’t toying with the elders’ emotions. It was just a case of one being willing to strike and the other willing to be struck.
The cottage door swung open, and Wu Tian and Tian Wen walked out. When the village elders looked over, they saw it was just as Si Lin had described: Elder Tian Wen was following respectfully behind a young man. To the villagers, this seemed impossible. Elder Tian Wen was so learned and talented; what young man could possibly be worthy of such deference from him? Unless, of course, the youth had deceived him. To be able to trick Elder Tian Wen... this young man’s skills of deception must be extraordinary.
If they were women, I’d be happy, of course. But they’re men—old men. There are women here, but they’re old women. Being stared at like this... even I can’t stand it.

"Hey, what in the world are you talking about?" Tian Wen was speechless. Me? Deceived? Under an Illusion Technique? A Soul Capturing Technique? With my resolute mind, how could I possibly fall for such tricks?
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