Wen Jue was stunned.
Wen Bai remained silent.
Was this cursing him to a short life?
At this moment, Mo Xingchen, who had been closing his eyes in the carriage for a long time, was gripping the carriage window with all his might.
Only when he realized the carriage had stopped shaking did he tentatively loosen his grip.
Huh?
He wasn't thrown out?
Furthermore, Wen Bai and Wen Jue were not far from the carriage. Mo Xingchen could still faintly hear the voices of Wen Bai, Wen Jue, and a stranger.
No, why was there a strange man here?!
Had there been another human trafficker or robber?
It was then that Mo Xingchen finally sensed something was wrong. He desperately shouted from inside the carriage, "Wen Bai, Wen Jue, where are you? Are you alright?"
Wen Bai heard Mo Xingchen's commotion.
He abruptly turned, pulling Wen Jue, whose expression had shifted from shock to indignation as he was about to stealthily reach into his pocket.
Wen Bai dragged Wen Jue towards the carriage.
Simultaneously, Wen Bai shouted towards the carriage in Mo Xingchen's direction, "Don't come out."
Mo Xingchen had intended to go out, but upon hearing Wen Bai's shout, he felt that something might have happened outside. He obediently waited in the carriage, sitting properly.
He didn't want to see Wen Bai kill again; he was scared.
The Barefoot Immortal had naturally noticed Wen Jue's small pocket and recalled the bloody aura scattered from Wen Jue's body by him. He intended to say a few more words, but then he heard the voice from the carriage.
The Barefoot Immortal continued to chase after them, asking, "You have another young friend? Do you need me to..."
Wen Bai did not look back. "No need!"
He didn't want the male lead to come into contact with these immortals prematurely.
Keeping the male lead and all these immortals isolated was the best course of action.
Wen Bai and Wen Jue boarded the carriage.
When Wen Bai climbed into the carriage and looked back, the immortal had already vanished.
Mo Xingchen was still sitting in his seat, tightly gripping the carriage window. Only when Wen Jue coldly sat opposite him did he reluctantly let go.
He explained with little confidence, "I didn't do it on purpose at the time..."
Wen Jue looked at Mo Xingchen and remained silent.
System 001 spoke at this moment, "Host, my current permissions in this high-level world mean that once I encounter cultivators like this, they can easily detect me. That's why I went into hiding just now."
Wen Bai was unconcerned.
System 001 continued, "Host, that Barefoot Immortal should have met the male lead after he was kidnapped and returned home. Why has he appeared prematurely? But it's good that he didn't meet the male lead today." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Wen Bai asked, "Is he important?"
"In the original world, this Barefoot Immortal met the male lead by chance. He praised the male lead's innate conditions tremendously and even wanted to take him away. However, the Mo family was unwilling to let him go and simply thanked him as if it were a joke."
"It was only after the male lead was at his wits' end and had avenged himself that he coincidentally remembered the immortal's words and conceived the idea of cultivating. At that time, the Barefoot Immortal left an item with the Mo family, telling the male lead that if he wished to cultivate, he could seek him out. The male lead, holding that item, was then able to find him. In a way, he was the initial guide on the male lead's path to cultivation."
At this moment, seeing that Wen Jue was silent and Wen Bai seemed lost in thought, Mo Xingchen immediately shouted to the horse outside, "Little horse, little horse, giddap!"
System 001 immediately cooperated by conjuring an apple and hanging it directly in front of the horse's head.
Although System 001 had gone into hiding at the time, it had still overheard the conversation between Wen Bai and the Barefoot Immortal.
Seeing Wen Bai's silence, System 001 comforted him, "Host, the original body did indeed meet an untimely end. That Barefoot Immortal was looking at the original body's lifespan. How long you can live is not for him to decide! Besides, I'm here too. Don't worry, as long as you wish, I can let the host live long enough to outlive him!"
System 001 boasted grandly.
Wen Bai said calmly, "No need. I'm just thinking about this world."
Wen Bai was actually unconcerned.
In his opinion, his arrival here was solely for the resources of this world.
As long as he corrupted this world and helped System 001 obtain the resources here, they would leave for the next world once their objective was achieved.
Therefore, the length of his lifespan in this world had no bearing on him.
With that, Wen Bai instructed System 001 to accelerate the carriage to its fastest speed.
There were too many variables in this world, and he needed to return to the Wen family as soon as possible.
Wen Bai also really didn't want to eat any more of this stale fruit and dry rations.
Fortunately, with System 001 commanding the horses to sprint at full speed, they finally arrived safely in Jianglin – the location of the Wen family, a prosperous metropolis – without any further incidents on the rest of their journey.
However, the bumpy ride had taken its toll on Mo Xingchen.
He wasn't originally prone to motion sickness, but after the horses began to run wildly, except for necessary times for washing up, using the restroom, and the horses' rest, Wen Bai had driven them relentlessly, not allowing the horses to stop.
The horses ate little, yet they could still run like this.
Mo Xingchen firmly believed in his heart that this was the best little horse he had ever seen, without exception.
It was now Shen Shi.
The carriage, under the control of System 001, did not stop even in the extremely bustling and prosperous market, but instead, proceeded directly to the gates of the Wen family.
The Wen family was indeed a wealthy merchant family; their main gate and courtyard looked exceptionally grand from the outside.
Servants were waiting at the entrance.
Wen Bai lifted the carriage window curtain and glanced out calmly.
At this moment, Wen's father was looking at a thick stack of papers in his hand.
These were children's portraits sent from various places, found according to the likeness he had provided.
He angrily discarded one paper after another, muttering continuously.
Seeing a portrait that truly angered him, he picked up those papers, shaking them with considerable dissatisfaction, and walked over to Wen's mother, who was sitting nearby.
Wen's father waved the papers in his hand, spreading them out on the table. "Madam, look at this! Our child, your and my child, could they be this ugly? Are these people blind?! They're looking at Bao'er's portrait and still expect to send such little children to claim a reward?"
Wen's mother calmly took a sip of her tea. "If husband is tired, I can continue looking."
Wen's father immediately took back the unread stack of papers. "I'm already this angry, how can I let Madam get upset over these matters..."
Just then, a servant rushed in, panting, and loudly announced to those inside, "They... they're back... the young masters are back!"
Wen's mother immediately stood up. "Who did you say is back?"
"The two young masters are both back! They are at the main entrance!"
Wen's mother and Wen's father immediately walked out.