Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

99: Chapter 99 A mountain is not famous for its height, but for the immortals who dwell there.Zhang Mu looked up, gazing at the girl who had walked in front of him, who looked to be in her early twenties.

Unlike most girls her age who loved to dress up and wear revealing clothes that accentuated their figures, she wore plain, loose-fitting clothes that covered her arms and legs, making movement easy, with her shoulder-length black hair tied into a ponytail.

Seeing that he did not speak, the girl reached out and waved her hand in front of him: ”Handsome?”

Coming back to his senses, Zhang Mu subconsciously looked back at his reflection in the water; it was the appearance from his Transformation Technique.

So it was just politeness; he had thought his Transformation Technique had failed.

He chuckled and shook his head, Zhang Mu replied: ”I don’t know.”

She was a bit confused: ”I asked if you believe, not if there is an immortal here.”

Zhang Mu was preoccupied with other thoughts and didn’t respond further.

Blinking, she sat down next to Zhang Mu, leaving a person’s distance between them: ”Are you from Su City?”

”I grew up here.”

Upon learning he was a local, the girl became excited: ”Hello, my name is Luo Xiling, I came from the neighboring city. Hey, do you people from Su City really believe there is an immortal here?”

Raising an eyebrow, Zhang Mu asked with amusement: ”If you don’t believe it, then why did you come here?”

”I do outdoor live streaming, I’m just here to join in the fun.”

”You don’t like being filmed?” Seeing his indifference, Luo Xiling thought Zhang Mu didn’t like being on camera, so she set the selfie stick aside against a rock.

”I asked a few Su City locals, and they all said they saw with their own eyes the immortal flying to cross the thunder tribulation to save the citizens. You’re also from Su City, did you see it?”

”I happened to be sleeping at home that day.”

”Ah? The thunder was so loud outside, how could you actually sleep through it?”

”Yeah.”

”Hmm...” She tilted her head to look at Zhang Mu, leaning her upper body back, ”If the immortal is real, it’s impossible for someone like you to be taken as a disciple by the immortal, right?”

”Disciple?”

”You don’t know? Everyone who comes here wants to take the immortal as their master.”

Zhang Mu’s eyes flickered, lost in thought.

Seeing that he ignored her again, Luo Xiling rested her chin on her right hand and muttered to herself: ”It would be great if there really were an immortal, I want to cultivate immortality too. Just like in the TV shows, flying around in the sky, living for many years, and even having skin that stays young.”

”Where do you think the immortal lives?” She looked around at the not-so-tall hills, ”I don’t think an immortal would live on these crummy little mountains, right?”

As she spoke, she suddenly detached her phone from the selfie stick, carefully blew away the dust on the screen, and opened her browser to search for where immortals usually live.

This contradictory, childish behavior made Zhang Mu laugh: ”Didn’t you think there were no immortals?”

”Yeah.” She stared at the phone screen, replying, ”But it’s normal to have some fantasies.”

”By the way, you still haven’t answered my question, do you think there is an immortal?”

”Perhaps.”

”Tsk.” She couldn’t help it, shifting her gaze to Zhang Mu, ”Right here in these mountains?”

”Possibly.”

”No way, an immortal should live on Mount Tai or somewhere like that to be worthy.”

”The mountain need not be high.”

”But the presence of an immortal makes it famous?” Luo Xiling looked speechless, ”It’s not like I haven’t studied ’Inscription on My Humble Abode’; do you people think all streamers are uneducated?”

A slight arc appeared at the corner of Zhang Mu’s mouth: ”Why do you think the author of that inscription wrote that line?”

”Who the hell knows what Liu Yuxi was thinking.”

”He met me.”

”Met you?” Luo Xiling gripped her phone with her left hand and scratched her head with her right, her expression very confused, ”What do you mean, why don’t I understand?”

”After he met me, he wrote that line.”

As the words fell, his figure gradually faded, until it disappeared without a sound.

”Clatter —”

The phone slipped from her fingers, falling face down onto the gravel beach, rolling a few times before stopping with the screen facing the sky.

Perhaps it had hit a sharp stone, as the LCD screen shattered into a spiderweb of cracks.