“The weather is fine today, nothing happened.”

Chu Xun, who looked to be in his early twenties, flipped through the notes he had written a few days ago; they were almost identical.

After thinking for a moment, he continued writing two more lines: “I remembered that summer in Pinecone Village, An Xiu hiding a water bag in her clothes, calling out ‘Brother Xun’ as she ran along the paddy field ridge.”

Before he could continue writing, a servant boy reported from outside the door: “Master, the Holy Spirit Immortal Venerable wishes to request a decree to avenge the Hongtian Immortal Venerable for striking him with his crutch.”

“An grudge from tens of thousands of years ago, how can he still remember it now?” Chu Xun shook his head and sighed, casually closing the notebook in front of him.

On the cover, five large characters were prominently displayed: My Path to Immortality!