Starting with a Family System to Become an Immortal Official-Chapter 112: Arrival

Immortal Cloud City.

Wen Qingwan and Yu Fang sat at a small square table outside a fairly popular restaurant.

Two steaming bowls of noodle soup sat untouched before them.

The golden broth still bubbled gently and sent curls of medicinal fragrance into the air yet Wen Qingwan hadn’t lifted her spoon once.

Yu Fang refused to eat while his young miss wasn’t.

He simply stared down into his own delicious bowl of soup and idle chopsticks.

Suddenly Wen Qingwan let out a childish groan.

Her smooth forehead dropped forward onto the polished wooden tabletop.

"I’m going to die a lonely old woman, aren’t I...?"

She mumbled into the grain of the wood in a muffled and pitiful voice.

Yu Fang reached over with an awkward smile and gave the top of her head two light pats.

"Don’t mind that old hag back there. Besides..."

He paused to choose his words with the care of someone who knew he was terrible at this.

"If you keep cultivating, you can live long enough to eventually find someone who’ll love you."

A sentence filled with brutal honesty.

To anyone else it might sound like an insult.

But Wen Qingwan knew Yu Fang.

Social graces were not his strong point, even with her.

He genuinely meant well.

She lifted her head just enough to peek at him through her long lashes.

"Do men not like dainty curves and soft skin?"

Her voice was small and harmless.

"Or do I... look like a boy?"

The question landed like a sudden palm strike to Yu Fang’s chest.

He coughed violently as his face turned faintly red beneath his ash-black collar.

"I—I don’t really know!"

Mortified, he dropped his head and began slurping his soup with desperate speed.

Wen Qingwan glanced sideways at the street and frowned even deeper.

"So unfair..."

Then her forehead met the table again.

This time the groan was louder and longer.

Nearby diners flinched.

Several pairs of chopsticks froze mid-air.

Yet not a single soul dared complain.

Who would tell such a peerlessly beautiful young lady that she was disturbing their meal?

From the table directly behind her came a calm voice.

"Everyone has someone they are destined to meet whether for better... or for worse."

Wen Qingwan whipped around so fast her cute side ponytail bounced.

A middle-aged monk in plain gray robes sat there and smiled serenely over the rim of his teacup.

"Oh!"

Her sapphire blue eyes lit up.

"You must be one of those wise monks who knows everything about anything!"

Before Yu Fang could stop her, she hopped off her chair like an excited rabbit as her small feet pattered across the stone pavement. Yu Fang hurriedly slurped the last of his soup, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, grabbed his sword and scrambled after her.

Wen Qingwan planted herself in front of the monk’s table and leaned forward with shining blue eyes.

"Do you know something about me?"

The monk cleared his throat then set his teacup down with great dignity.

"This humble one is called Li Ming."

He smiled proudly.

"And yes... I know many things."

He paused meaningfully.

"Even who you are fated to be with."

Wen Qingwan’s eyes sparkled like twin sapphires catching sunlight.

Monk Li Ming stroked his short beard as he studied her face with slow deliberation—lingering perhaps a moment too long on those luminous eyes and flawless features.

Yu Fang’s expression darkened instantly.

『This old man better not be checking her out...』

Wen Qingwan pushed her face even closer till she was practically nose-to-nose with the monk.

She is painfully oblivious sometimes.

"Have you seen anything!?"

The monk nodded solemnly.

"I see... a soul purer than most."

Wen Qingwan gave a tiny, hopeful nod.

Then a golden light abruptly flashed through Monk Li Ming’s pupils.

He gave a soft gasp.

Wen Qingwan tilted her head.

"Did you see something?"

Before he could answer she slapped both hands to her cheeks in dramatic panic.

"Do I die—!?"

The monk quickly shook his head.

"No, no. In truth... you may live a very long life. And you are already quite close to meeting your fated one."

The words should have been joyful. Yet the monk’s tone carried a strange heaviness that left both Wen Qingwan and Yu Fang blinking like confused owls.

She hopped half a step forward.

"When!? What color is his hair? What do his eyes look like? Oh—I hope he’s tall! I’m so short, I don’t want to marry a short man, think of the children! And—and is he a Daoist? Father likes Daoist suitors very much—"

"Ahem!"

Monk Li Ming raised a hand to stop the torrent.

He relaxed in his chair, suddenly looking very tired.

"You would be better off... never meeting the boy."

Wen Qingwan’s mouth fell open.

"WHY?!"

"Because he’s full of himself, annoying, lazy, convinced he’s superior to everyone else, and shows no respect for his elders in any situation... even though I am certain he had VERY responsible parents!"

Wen Qingwan blinked slowly.

"You... sound like you already know this person."

"I do NOT!"

Monk Li Ming barked.

He snatched up his wooden staff and stormed off down the alley without another word.

Wen Qingwan and Yu Fang stared after him with identical wide, owl-like eyes.

"What just happened?"

Yu Fang finally asked.

Wen Qingwan shook her head and sighed.

"We’ll deal with that some other time. We should head back to the sect. The Sect Master is bringing a new disciple from the lower worlds today."

Yu Fang gave one firm nod.

The two turned and walked away.

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Meanwhile.

High above the boundary mists, the fleet of spirit airships finally pierced into the true Four Regions. The seven colors of immortal rainbow light poured down like sun rays to bathe every deck in prismatic splendor.

Children lined the railings, mouths open in wonder.

Even the adults stared in quiet awe.

Li Qingmu stood at the prow of the flagship with arms crossed and a smug grin on his face.

"Heh. Outdone myself this time."

A slender hand promptly smacked the back of his head in a soft but firm manner.

Song Yan stood behind him, brow raised.

"Don’t get ahead of yourself. The real work has only just begun."

Li Qingmu rubbed the spot then let his unbothered eyes drop meaningfully to her flat abdomen.

"How come you’re still not pregnant for me?"

Song Yan arched one elegant eyebrow.

"Because I cultivated every last drop of yang you poured into me. If I actually conceive now, Father will skin both of us."

She jabbed a finger at his chest.

He chuckled.

Song Yan narrowed her eyes.

"What’s so funny?"

"Just surprised. Didn’t think Big Sis Song Yan could still be so scared of her own father."

"I’m not scared. I’m cautious. With all that’s happening between the Four Great Families right now, having a child is the last thing on my mind."

Li Qingmu waved a lazy hand.

"Whatever. So what’s next now that we’re here?"

Song Yan’s expression soured into a pout.

"I was just telling you how much pressure I’m under with all this family drama... and you’re not even trying to look half bothered."

He yawned.

"Well... you’re not my wife. Why bother?"

Her eyes widened in outrage.

"Are you actually angry because I won’t let myself get pregnant? How childish can you be!?"

Li Qingmu calmly cleaned his ear with his pinky.

"No idea what you’re talking about."

Song Yan huffed, turned away and tossed a small brocade storage pouch at his chest.

"Here. All the resources you’ll need. Master Wen Jiuling can be strict. Head straight to the Exalted Sage School on Immortal Table Mountain. It’s better if your clan stays at the Song Family Estate in Immortal Phoenix City for now. You can come visit them... and speak with Father. He’s been wanting to talk to you."

Li Qingmu weighed the pouch in his palm.

"Feels a little light."

"It’s not."

Before he could argue, his three beautiful wives stepped forward and desperately surrounded him with glistening puppy-dog eyes.

He softened instantly.

"I won’t be gone long."

He patted his chest with a reassuring smile.

"Just a few months in the new sect while you three enjoy life in Immortal Phoenix City."

They didn’t seem to hear him.

Zhen Rou spoke first.

"If... if you meet a lady there who can take good care of you... you should accept her. A strong man like you needs someone to cook, clean, help with things... especially since you’re such a lazy slob..."

She turned her face away in embarrassment.

Li Qingmu sighed.

"Fair enough."

Chen Yuling stepped closer and kept her voice soft.

"Just take care of yourself, Husband. Avoid trouble. The people here are very powerful... I don’t want your handsome face to end up with a black eye."

He nodded with a sour face.

Chen Yuxuan sighed dramatically.

"You can act however... but no matter what, we must always be number one in your heart!"

Li Qingmu laughed and hugged all three of them.

"You’re adorable when you worry like this."

The hug went on for almost two full minutes.

When he tried to pull away, they held onto him even tighter. Their slender arms wrapped around him with surprising strength, almost as if they could crush him with nothing but their overwhelming affection.

Song Yan cleared her throat loudly from the side.

"Alright, enough!"

Li Qingmu shot her a side-eye then leaned down to peck Chen Yuxuan’s forehead.

"Jealous, Big Sis?"

Song Yan’s face turned bitter.

"Behave yourself!"

The flagship slowly descended toward the glowing silhouette of Immortal Table Mountain.