Life Simulation: I Caused the Female Sword Immortal to Regret Forever Chapter 475: Dà Yùn, Use Tackle on Me

As the eastern sky began to lighten, the sun crested the horizon, its nascent rays piercing the gloom. In Yanshan City, brilliant sunlight streamed through bare branches, casting long shadows upon Xu Xi. His gaze was tranquil, his demeanor serene, like a sage untouched by worldly concerns. Seated by the window, he watched the delicate snowflakes drift down, heralding the return of spring.

"Master, it is time for your tonic," Ailei’s voice gently broke his reverie. The faithful mechanical attendant presented a nourishing concoction, a special edition designed for maximum potency, specifically to invigorate kidney energy.

"Thank you, Ailei." Xu Xi placed a hand on his waist. While his transcendental cultivation ensured eternal youth and peak physical condition, the events of the past night had left their mark. After all, his partner was no ordinary individual.

He slowly savored the warm tonic, a deep sigh of contentment escaping his lips. "Bliss…" Marriage: accomplished. New Year: celebrated. Marital duties: fulfilled. Stretching out his hand, Xu Xi caught the morning sun, his palm lines appearing starkly defined. "So, only the honeymoon remains, hmm?"

The honeymoon, the esteemed first month of matrimony, a period for couples to travel, savor delicacies, and forge cherished memories. Its commencement had been delayed due to the recent New Year festivities.

"Are there any destinations you wish to visit?" Xu Xi closed his fist, the captured sunlight imparting a subtle golden glow to his knuckles. He contemplated, but no particular place called to him. In countless simulated realities, he had witnessed grand spectacles – epic clashes between deities and demons, harrowing survival struggles in desolate landscapes. These experiences formed the tapestry of his journey.

"Ailei, do you have any recommendations?" The mechanical servant simply shook her head. Her sole desire was to remain by Xu Xi’s side; the location held little significance. She offered no suggestions.

Consequently, Xu Xi summoned the other four women. Xu Moli responded, "A honeymoon? I am agreeable. Whatever you decide, Elder Brother." Krisha eagerly added, "Let’s hunt a few more dragons, Mentor. I wish to experiment with new dragonblood herb strains." Wu Yingxue chimed in, "Honestly, anywhere is fine as long as the food is good." Servia, seated quietly, nodded her assent. "My sentiments echo theirs. Wherever the Sorcerer wishes to venture, I shall follow."

The dilemma persisted. Xu Xi and the five women had lived lives brimming with extraordinary events, having beheld the dazzling array of countless worlds. The aspirations of ordinary folk – romantic honeymoons, even interdimensional voyages – paled in comparison to the simple pleasure of residing in their courtyard, sipping tea amidst the tranquility of daily existence.

"So, the decision rests with me…" Feeling their expectant gazes, Xu Xi fell into contemplation. "How about this? There is something I had originally planned to do alone." He paused, then continued, "Why don't we all go together? Consider it our honeymoon trip." The girls readily agreed.

The Duchess, however, could not suppress her curiosity. "Sir, what precisely is this 'something'?" Xu Xi considered the question briefly before replying, "Let us simply say it involves a degree of self-inflicted hardship." Following visits to the parents of the Duchess and the Hero, and having delivered New Year’s gifts, the honeymoon journey commenced.

Xu Xi and the women stood waiting at their doorstep. A few minutes later, their honeymoon transport descended from the heavens. Its horn blared, a primal roar from a mechanical beast. "Ah…" Servia gasped, never imagining that a truck would be their chosen conveyance. Its vibrant red exterior and formidable chassis commanded attention. The short, resonant blast of its horn dispersed the last lingering snowflakes, casting the surroundings into an expectant silence.

"Isn’t this Elder Brother’s…?" Xu Moli whispered, recognizing the vehicle. Wu Yingxue, ever impulsive, had already approached, her hands tracing the cool metal surface of the Dayun truck. The frigid touch surprised even her, a supreme martial artist. She knew what this truck represented, as did the others. It was the genesis of countless narratives, the origin and conclusion of Xu Xi’s odyssey.

"Mentor, why does this truck still exist?" Xu Xi gently stroked the Witch’s head as he replied, "It’s rather complex to explain. Consider it an extension of my capabilities." He had long since transcended the need for the simulator, having consolidated all temporal and spatial possibilities.

Or rather, he had transcended it, becoming the supreme 'one' amidst countless possibilities—even rewinding causality to forge the very essence of the simulator itself.

Spanning the multiverse, across every timeline and dimension, flowed the will of Xu Xi.

In essence, this truck, possessing the ability to traverse worlds freely, was a manifestation of his immense power—a tangible symbol of his past journeys, existing inherently at every point in time.

"If its appearance displeas es you, we can alter it."

"There’s no need!" The Duchess was practically vibrating with eagerness. "Sir, please allow me to enter already!"

"I’m desperately curious to witness the interior!"

"Very well," Xu Xi responded with a chuckle.

The truck's door swung open leisurely, unveiling the cabin's interior.

The space should have felt confined, yet as each person boarded, it expanded, seamlessly adapting.

By the time all six individuals were inside, the cabin had enlarged to the dimensions of a small chamber.

Before them lay the windshield and dashboard. To the sides, pristine, brand-new seats were neatly arranged. Behind them stretched an abyss of darkness—and despite the engine's powerful roar, not a fleck of exhaust fumes was visible.

"Everyone, please fasten your seatbelts," Xu Xi advised as he initiated the truck's movement.

He didn't require a grip on the steering wheel.

The vibrating behemoth of steel instinctively knew its course, autonomously selecting the most efficient route.

Xu Xi’s initial destination was designated:

[First Simulation: Cultivation Path]

Previously, Xu Xi's method for simulated travel invariably involved being struck by the Dayun truck.

Now, with causality inverted, Xu Xi, positioned in the future, projected the simulator back into the past. Naturally, this process required repetition.

He could have allowed the truck to manage the operation automatically, but after profound deliberation, he opted to personally bid farewell to his past self.

"VROOOOM!"

"VROOOOM!"

Through the most profound depths of the cosmos, the crimson truck surged forward, its wheels igniting a fiery trail as an unending road unfurled towards the ultimate reaches of time and space.

Surrounding the truck, countless luminous points flickered—

delicate, shimmering stars.

Each one represented a condensed fragment from a distinct timeline.

"Ah! It’s the Elder Brother from so long ago!"

"The Mentor when he was still in his wheelchair?"

Amidst the young girls' exclamations, the truck pierced through temporal and spatial layers, hurtling towards the inception of the first simulation, its headlights blazing erratically.

"Elder Brother, are you intending to…?"

"Mm. Do not be concerned. This is merely the natural progression of causality."

Xu Xi reassured them with gentle words, alleviating their nascent worries.

Then, he issued his command to the crimson truck:

"Go, Dayun! Strike my past self with maximum force!"