Peerless Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 819 - 822: Return Trip, Departure
The car returned, and the youths cultivating on the beach hurried over to watch.
This time, it wasn’t just them.
Bai Lili was there, too.
Before, weren’t there plenty of girls in the village clamoring to cultivate?
So Bai Lili began teaching them cultivation techniques.
Luckily, everyone was able to start cultivating.
But their talents weren’t particularly strong, and to this day, not even one Yellow-Rank Martial Artist had emerged.
Even during the Body Tempering Stage, the girls’ physical strength fell far short of the required standard.
To truly become Yellow-Rank Martial Artists, they would need more time and hard work.
"Brother Xia Liu!"
Seeing Xia Liu step down from the car, the crowd excitedly called out.
"Brother Xia Liu! How did the Martial World Society go? Did we win?"
"Ergou, isn’t that a dumb question? How could our Osmanthus Sect possibly lose?"
"Exactly! Of course, we won!"
"Haha, let’s just wait for Brother Xia Liu to tell us."
...
Xia Liu raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down: "Just as everyone guessed, Osmanthus Sect claimed victory and will now represent the sects of the Western Province!"
"Oh yeah! I knew we’d win!"
"Western Province’s sect representative! Such an air of prestige!"
"That’s incredible, absolutely incredible!"
...
The crowd erupted in cheers, and even the girls were thrilled beyond measure.
"Lili, I came back early; Xiaotian is still in a meeting and will likely return home tomorrow."
"Got it."
Bai Lili was equally delighted for Osmanthus Sect.
From the moment she first met Xia Liu, he’d already been an extraordinary star.
Today, he was renowned across the Western Province and even in the Warrior Realm, a legendary martial artist.
Peng Zheng, seated in the car, looked at the youths outside, his face frozen in confusion.
In his imagination, Osmanthus Sect was supposed to be a super sect full of Earth-Rank Martial Artists and no shortage of Heaven-Rank ones.
But upon arrival—damn—what he saw was just a bunch of untrained young people.
There were only a few Yellow-Rank Primary-Level Martial Artists—so few they were negligible.
This...
It defied all logic.
"Everyone, let me introduce a senior to you—Peng Zheng, who is at the Half-Step into the Dao level of cultivation. Senior Peng!"
While Peng Zheng was still shocked, Xia Liu glanced at him and made the introduction.
Clap clap clap...
Amidst the applause, Peng Zheng stepped off the car.
"Hello, everyone, I’m Peng Zheng. I hope to make progress together with you all in the future."
Peng Zheng wasn’t lying. In front of Xia Liu, he was but a junior.
And Xia Liu had even promised him an Earth-Rank cultivation technique or martial arts skill.
This made him no different in status from everyone present—he carried no hint of arrogance.
Only by reaching Xia Liu’s level of cultivation could one have any standing here.
"Greetings, Senior Peng!"
The Half-Step into the Dao level—a terrifying existence in everyone’s eyes.
And when Peng Zheng said he’d make progress with them in the future, did this mean he intended to stay here?
"Soon, I’ll be heading out on a long trip. During this time, Senior Peng will remain in the village. In a few days, another senior might visit as well. You all must cultivate seriously and leave a good impression with Senior Peng."
"Rest assured, Brother Xia Liu!"
"We’ll definitely work hard on our cultivation and strive to advance into the Path-Entering level as soon as possible!"
"Yes! Push forward in cultivation!"
...
The crowd was ecstatic—if Peng Zheng stayed in the village, he’d surely guide them.
Having guidance from a martial artist at the Half-Step into the Dao level was an invaluable opportunity.
"Who’s going to take care of Senior Peng’s lodging arrangements?"
"Me me me, me!"
"My home only has two people, and there are plenty of spare rooms. Senior Peng should stay with me!"
"Ergou, you’re being unfair. My parents went to visit distant relatives, so my place has even more rooms and is quieter!"
...
Looking at the eager youths competing to host Peng Zheng, Xia Liu patted Peng Zheng on the shoulder: "I have urgent matters and must leave first. From here on, everything’s up to you—thank you for the effort."
"Chief Xia, please go ahead. It’s no trouble at all."
Peng Zheng felt a bit flustered—Xia Liu was too polite.
Along the journey, Peng Zheng had many discussions with Xia Liu, and it further confirmed his belief that this young man had an exceptional temperament.
If Xia Liu were an emperor, he’d undoubtedly be a benevolent and wise ruler.
Without wasting much time, Xia Liu got into the car and left with Li Qianqian to return home.
At home were Zhang Xiaoxue, Zhang Xiaoman, and Liu Lanxin.
The other women were busy at the company.
Seeing Xia Liu return, they greeted him with celebratory kisses.
Xia Liu didn’t hold back and immediately undressed them…
By nightfall, Fang Fei and the others also returned home.
Needless to say, the feast continued until after three in the morning, only then gradually calming down.
All the women gathered on the sofa, watching Xia Liu as he operated the computer.
On the enormous screen connected to the computer, a high-resolution photo appeared.
A woman stood in the image.
She wore a long purple dress, stepping gracefully on lush lavender plants, her fair jade-like hands clutching a small bouquet of purple lavender.
Even though it was just a photo, a kind of indescribable aura seemed to radiate from the screen.
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Her lashes were long, her eyes bright and watery—just gazing at her made even Li Qianqian, another woman, feel entranced.
"This elder sister is so beautiful," Liu Lanxin murmured in awe.
"Guo Man. Such a lovely name—I’d imagine her real-life beauty is even greater than her photo," Huang Xue muttered, glancing at the small text introducing the woman’s details.
"Is this the mission you’re about to undertake?"
"Looks like it. But do you think she can resist Xia Liu’s charm?"
"I bet she can’t. Even we—this group of stunning beauties—fell for him."
Fang Fei spoke, and Huang Xue and Zhang Xiaoman swiftly chimed in.
"Haha, don’t worry, my dear wives. My heart is already full; no one can easily get inside," Xia Liu said with a grin, studying the screen.
"Hmm, we trust your heart—but when traveling outside, don’t handle things with your hands. If it’s someone this gorgeous, trying her out occasionally might not hurt."
As always, Zhang Qing knew how to say precisely what Xia Liu wanted but hadn’t voiced.
This drew agreement from the other women.
At that moment, Xia Liu could only feel awkward—the ladies weren’t even acting like his wives anymore!
They were outright encouraging him to…
Fine, he admitted defeat—but this was mutual understanding among them from the start.
And besides, Fang Fei wasn’t just considerate—she had actively assisted him in getting new admirers.
To have such a group of wives, Xia Liu knew he had to strive even harder to provide them with a lasting and warm future.
"It’s now three in the morning. By noon, I’ll head to Binlai City to catch my flight."
"Alright, so for the time left, you know what to do…"
"Hehehe…"
"Hahaha…"
With a mischievous smile, Xia Liu shrugged off the robe draping over his shoulders.
A new round of triumphs was about to begin...
By noon, at the Hejing Longteng Hotel, Xia Liu gathered Mark and Glasses together.
Before his departure, he gave them a few instructions.
Lastly, Glasses drove him to Binlai City...
