Chapter 3

• Mu Xiyu lives in Huxin Garden on the edge of Jiangzhou New District, backed by Yuncang Mountain, and just a few kilometers from the vast Liuxin Lake. The average price is around 30,000 yuan, which is considered a high-end neighborhood in the entire city of Jiangzhou.
• However, the whole of Jiangzhou recognizes the luxury home as the mid-mountain villa in the Yuncang Mountains developed by Jiangzhou's richest man, Shen Rudao. That is truly the gathering place for wealth and power in Jiangzhou. At the beginning of the year, a townhouse there was already speculated to be worth 5 to 6 million yuan. An ordinary person is afraid that they could not afford to buy one even if they did not eat or drink for several lifetimes.
• As for the only dozens of single-family villas at the top of the mountain, they have been speculated out to tens of millions of dollars, almost catching up to the prices in super first-tier cities such as Beijing and Shanghai. It should be noted that although the development of Jiangzhou at this time is good, it is also a second-tier city.
• It was about a half-hour drive from Jiangzhou City No. 1 High School to Huxin Community. Soon the car arrived at its destination, and Su Bai followed Mu Xiyu out of the car. At once, he saw a gentle-looking woman with a beautiful face standing in the doorway. She was wearing a well-tailored black suit, a white blouse underneath, and light makeup that made her look approachable.
• It was Su Bai's mother's eldest sister, Su Bai's great aunt, Xue Wanyun!
• Seeing Su Bai and Su Bai, Xue Wanyun's face was full of a gentle smile, and she quickly came up to meet them, directly bypassing Mu Xiyu and grabbing Su Bai by the hand. She looked up at him and saw the bruises around his eyes, and anxiously said, “Su Bai, what happened to your face? Hurry, come with me, I'll help you take care of it.”
• Su Bai's heart warmed, and he laughed, ”You don't have to worry, I just accidentally bumped into something, it's nothing.”
• “How could you be so careless?” Xue Wanyun scolded, and without further ado, she took Su Bai and walked towards the residential area.
• Xue Wanyun's home was tastefully decorated in a new Chinese style, with precious tables and chairs made of gold-threaded sandalwood and elegant orchids placed everywhere, giving it a classical charm.
• After entering the hall, they saw a middle-aged man with glasses and a refined and gentle appearance sitting on the sofa, intently reading an evening newspaper from Jiangzhou. It was Mu Zhenhong, Mu Xiyu's father and the head of the Jiangzhou New District.
• Seeing Su Bai and Xue Wanyun come over, Mu Zhenhong just glanced up and then continued reading the newspaper.
• Soon, Su Bai, who had dealt with the bruises on his face, was brought out by Xue Wanyun. The two of them, Mu Xiyu and his daughter, sat in the living room, one watching TV and the other reading the newspaper. The atmosphere was a bit strange.
• Xue Wanyun's brows creased imperceptibly, and she said to Su Bai, “Su Bai, you sit for a while, I'll go in and heat up the two dishes, it won't take long. Mu Xiyu, come and give me a hand!”
• Mu Xiyu looked reluctant, but was still dragged into the kitchen by Xue Wanyun. In the living room, there were only Su Bai and Mu Zhenhong left. At this time, Mu Zhenhong finally put the newspaper away and raised his hand to indicate to Su Bai.
• “Sit.”
• Su Bai smiled, nodded slightly, and sat down directly in front of Mu Zhenhong.
• Mu Zhenhong glanced at Su Bai without saying a word, slightly surprised. This kid usually looks at him with a subservient expression, but today he suddenly seems like a different person.
• Although surprised, Mu Zhenhong still had no intention of talking to Su Bai. If Su Bai had not been expelled from the Su family in the capital, he might have been willing to talk to him, but now, a useless young man who has been abandoned is of no help to his career and is not worth his time.
• With Su Bai's experience of more than 3,000 years in two lives, how could he not see Mu Zhenhong's contempt for him? But nowadays, does he still care about the opinions of ordinary mortals?
• He simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, pondering the next step on his path of cultivation.
• Cultivators are divided into eight realms