MTL NOVEL Chapter 171:
Chapter 171: Outing With The Witch:
Xu Xie’s current cultivation level was subtle and complex.
He practiced cultivation, magic, and martial arts simultaneously, merging their strengths into one. With the eternal teardrops and the blessing of the supreme crown, his cultivation speed was astonishingly fast. The state of transforming into a god was already within reach, and the Holy Domain Magister was on the verge of igniting divine fire.
In the realm of immortal cultivation, however, progress was slower.
Without exclusive aids, his advancement wasn’t as rapid. Yet, the similarities between cultivating immortals and magic allowed for steady growth.
“Those who cultivate immortality ascend to heaven through tribulations and become immortal,” he thought. “A magician condenses divinity and ascends to eternity as a god. Martial artists achieve perfection in heaven and earth, attaining immortality. I’ve mastered all three paths, but I haven’t fully broken through any of them yet.”
He assessed his progress. “Immortal cultivation is close to ascension, but the inner world of martial arts isn’t fully developed. It seems magic will break through first, driving progress in the other systems.”
Xu Xie left the study, feeling the interplay of the three extraordinary systems within him. He marveled at the simulator’s power and the fortune of his circumstances. Without the simulator or the support of his sister and the witch, he wouldn’t have achieved such strength.
“What should I buy?” he wondered. “This is harder than I thought.”
Xu Xie planned to prepare New Year’s gifts for his sister, the witch, and the princess who hadn’t yet arrived. He also wanted to prepare something for Master in the capital and the ever-loyal silly A Niu. It was his first New Year in the real world, and he wanted it to be memorable.
The courtyard was quiet and cold, the grass blades swaying gently in the wind. As Xu Xie passed through the courtyard filled with dragon blood grass, he saw someone else there. The witch, Krisha, was trimming the grass with her usual calm demeanor. Her long gray-silver hair, smooth as a waterfall, shone faintly in the winter light.
“Are you heading out?” Krisha asked in her steady, emotionless voice, as serene as a breeze passing through treetops.
“Yes,” Xu Xie replied. “I’m going out to buy things for the New Year.”
He glanced around the empty courtyard, then looked at the witch, who had been silently caring for the dragon blood grass. “Would you like to come with me?”
Krisha, ever dutiful, had no need to leave the courtyard. Yet, Xu Xie felt that she needed more than the stillness of the courtyard and the monotony of tending grass. To his surprise, she agreed.
“Alright,” she said.
The witch’s gray-silver hair swayed lightly as the winter wind teased the corners of her coat. She had no interest in the outside world. Her “little world” consisted only of the courtyard, which was precious to her because of the presence of the “sun.” When the sun left, she followed like a shadow.
“Let’s go, Krisha,” Xu Xie said, taking her hand.
As they stepped out of the courtyard, the cold wind howled, and the snow-covered streets greeted them with a quiet magnificence. The air was crisp, and gentle snowflakes dusted pedestrians’ shoulders, which they brushed off with a casual motion.
“It’s freezing, but the snow is beautiful this year,” people remarked, their excitement for the New Year apparent in their voices. The laughter of adults and the playful chatter of children brought warmth to the chilly streets.
“Krisha, is there anything you’d like to buy?” Xu Xie asked as they walked.
“No,” she said softly, her hair fluttering slightly. “You can decide.”
Her wish was simple—to follow Xu Xie’s guidance. Her preferences and desires seemed secondary. She only wished to obey his decisions.
“Then let’s head to the supermarket first,” he said, gently patting her head.
They entered a supermarket bustling with activity. Xu Xie picked out various foods, snacks, and decorations for the New Year, filling a space ring with his purchases. Krisha followed him quietly, her heterochromatic eyes of black, gold, and red fixed on him. She helped whenever needed, her every movement precise and timely.
The soft glow of the ocean-blue necklace she wore reflected under the supermarket lights. It symbolized not only her devotion but the heart she struggled to express.
“Krisha, what gift would you like?” Xu Xie finally asked as they finished gathering essentials. In the second simulation, he had given her a wand and a necklace, both of which she seemed to cherish. This time, he wanted her to decide for herself.
“I like everything you give me,” she said, her voice calm and sincere.
There was no pretense in her words. To her, anything Xu Xie gave was precious because it carried his warmth and care. The witch, though expressionless, treasured each gesture as deeply as her silent heart allowed.