To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 722 - 408 The Wonders of Life (Second Update)_2

Chapter 722 -408: The Wonders of Life (Second Update)_2

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Chapter 722 -408: The Wonders of Life (Second Update)_2

Feeding pigeons didn’t seem to make his mood any better.

Luckily, he had a Zhiyi Heavenly Lord by his side, so he immediately contacted Zhiyi Heavenly Lord and asked, “What do you do when you’re in a bad mood?”

At that moment, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord was watching players play cards.

He had a fondness for all competitive games. Chess was one, and now he could add card playing to the list.

In his view, he had never played the card game himself, and he thought the randomness and competitive nature of it were quite good, so watching players play cards had become a nice hobby.

When he received Fang Cheng’s contact, he reluctantly shifted his gaze from the card game and pondered for a while before saying, “Interact with other Heavenly Lords and vent about them.”

“…You’ve learned quickly, even using the word ‘vent’ correctly.”

“You have to keep up with the times.”

Fang Cheng thought for a moment, vaguely remembering that he used to enjoy exchanging ideas as well.

When he first started cultivating, he liked to interact with fellow disciples, but it wasn’t long before he started interacting with his eldest senior fellow disciple, and then with his master, and thereafter with other Heavenly Lords.

However, after exchanging ideas for a while, they ran out of things to talk about; what they discussed seemed too mundane to him, and what he talked about became incomprehensible to them.

He reminisced about that time for a moment, then continued to ask, “So what do you mainly talk about?”

“Some insights into cultivation, but after becoming a Heavenly Lord, there’s no path left, and then it becomes venting about other Heavenly Lords, talking about their peculiar little habits. After Great Heavenly Lord appeared, we vented about how Great Heavenly Lord really was a freak, how could he cultivate so quickly, could it be related to his particular fondness for Spirit Grass… um, Great Heavenly Lord, could you pretend you didn’t hear what I just said?”

“It’s too late.”

“…Suddenly, I feel like I could go into seclusion, I’ll be going now.”

Zhiyi Heavenly Lord unilaterally ended the contact, and his previous words made Fang Cheng feel that it was necessary to find time to properly interact with Zhiyi Heavenly Lord.

Leaning back in his chair, Fang Cheng felt as though he had been drained, unable to think of anything.

The path to ascension was indeed difficult.

At this moment, Fang Cheng actually felt a bit envious of Zhiyi Heavenly Lord, thinking that his days of casual venting about others might be quite interesting.

This thought suddenly emerged and should have faded away, but Fang Cheng immediately pulled it back and started to ponder why he felt this way.

Why was he envious of someone else’s life?

Sitting in the plaza, Fang Cheng minimized his presence to the lowest level and then began to contemplate the origin of this mood.

While Fang Cheng was pondering the source of this thought, he noticed someone coming towards him and sitting beside him.

It was already midnight, and there were no tourists left in the square, the installations to prevent vagrants had been raised, but the staff automatically ignored Fang Cheng, allowing the bench he was on to remain without the bars that prevent vagrants from sleeping.

The person who sat beside Fang Cheng didn’t look like a vagrant, but an alert elderly Huaxia man.

He appeared to be over eighty years old, but his physique seemed rather robust, clad in a padded shirt with red and black patterns, covered by a thick cloak outside.

What was most striking were the man’s eyes, one of which was a glass eye, and the other was cloudy, almost blind.

Sitting beside Fang Cheng with a pipe in his mouth, he struck a match against the sole of his shoe, lit his pipe, and began to smoke next to Fang Cheng.

The other person couldn’t see him, but they seemed to possess an animal-like intuition that made them want to sit beside Fang Cheng.

According to what Cultivators say, this type of person is particularly blessed with a connection to immortals, able to unconsciously find an Immortal’s whereabouts and gain some sort of enlightenment from it.

After drawing on some tobacco, the old man spoke in proficient Chinese, “My name is Cheng Tianhua, I am an elderly man from Huaxia, and I still remember the first morning I boarded a cruise ship when I was six years old. That was my first time on a cruise, my first time leaving home and my parents. My father always wanted to buy me some local oranges to eat on the road, but all I wanted was for him to leave quickly so I could see how the snake charmer from the White Elephant tribe hid his snakes. Unfortunately, the White Elephant man wasn’t very skilled and was killed by his own snake. After that trip, I never saw snake charming again, and in the years that followed, I never saw my parents again.”

“That ship was supposed to head towards Southeast Asia, where my uncle lived, and I was supposed to join him. Sadly, it was my first time traveling far, and it was the captain’s first time, too. He got lost, stumbled upon an ocean current, and we drifted at sea for days. Once we sighted land, we saw a sight I had never seen in my life.”

“I saw the legendary Atlantis, and there we received exceedingly grand hospitality,”

He recounted his life with calm, his tone even, but the grand scale of his experiences rendered his story fantastical yet coherent, arousing some interest in Fang Cheng.

Cheng Tianhua didn’t realize someone was sitting next to him; he just instinctively wanted to share his story and, through that, to find a connection to the world of immortals.

“I was fifteen when I left Atlantis, and then I was ready to go home. But regrettably, that captain also left the place with us. I made two mistakes in my life, the first trusting that captain and the second was trusting him again.”

“We got lost at sea, but luckily, we came across a group of flying fish. To escape swiftly, the captain and I stepped on the backs of flying fish, running forward continuously, and finally got away from there.”

“We traveled to the far north, where Santa Claus and his elves lived, and we received the best hospitality. Unfortunately, my companion made a mistake, angered Santa Claus, and we were driven out. However, luckily, his reindeer were not so easily angered, and it just happened to be Christmas Day.”

“We hid among the gifts, and left the Arctic with Santa Claus, then arrived in Britain. There, I parted ways with the captain, and the next time I met him, he had been cursed to become the captain of a ghost ship. The bad news was that the crew of that ship was very wicked, always thinking of wiping out everyone. The good news was that his tendency to get lost meant they would never reach their destination. As for how we rescued him, well, that’s a story for another time.”

The old man’s tale was bizarre and extraordinary, with an endless series of outrageous events that sounded like a fairy tale.

But the old man seemed completely absorbed in his own story, incapable of detaching himself from it.

He spoke of every scar on his body, how he had rescued his wife from the Snow Queen’s castle.

He talked about his career, the celebrities he had encountered, the little stories about them, and the grand adventures they had embarked on together.

He claimed that the Prussians of old had not all surrendered, some had gone to the far side of the moon and built a massive base there. He and his buddies rode the Moon cannon there and wiped out the last of the remnants.

He knew many heroes, he had even traveled through time, saving many people in the past until he got old and could no longer walk. Only then did he return to Britain and become an ordinary worker.

After finishing his story, it was already broad daylight.

To others, this old man was just sitting in a chair, incessantly talking about his story. Some people who knew the old man, upon seeing him, would politely greet him good morning, talk about the weather for a bit, and then leave.

To them, this peculiar Chinese elder was just a man with Alzheimer’s, often speaking into the air about things in his imagination, never suspecting that an Immortal was here, listening to the old man’s story.

After the old man finished, Fang Cheng nodded and then said, “Quite an interesting experience, may I turn your experience into a game?”

Fang Cheng had made sure to say this directly to the old man.

Upon hearing this, the old man was startled, then hesitantly asked, “Really? Can you really? I… I just hope someone will remember our story, can it be recorded?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Alright, good, yes. Thank you.”

After politely parting ways with the old man, Fang Cheng returned to his studio.

Sitting down at his desk, he moved his fingers, now knowing what his next game would be.