The Silly Immortal Lord Comes Down to Overcome His Tribulation - Chapter 2

The young immortal attendant trembled, his hands shaking.

“I asked you just now, and you said ‘turn.’ I thought you wanted me to spin it, but then you told me to watch the stars turn, so I stopped it. But the moment I stopped it, I saw the stars had already shifted into the state the Immortal Lord described. I spun it again, and now it’s like this… What do we do?”

The attendant was so anxious he was on the verge of tears.

The young immortal maiden looked at the astral compass and was silent for a moment. She patted the attendant’s shoulder to comfort him.

“Don’t be afraid. The Immortal Lord will protect you if anything happens~”

“Really?” The attendant looked at the maiden with teary eyes, then back at the rapidly spinning astral compass. “Should we go find the Immortal Lord instead?”

The maiden acted as if it were no big deal. “The Immortal Lord is in seclusion right now. He will resolve it when he finishes. Besides, as long as the compass is spinning, Nameless won’t die.”

The immortal currently flying through the sky suddenly felt a chill. Why did things feel so wrong?

He was still in a state of uncertainty, unaware that he had already deviated from his original trajectory and was heading toward the end of the Bridge of Helplessness.

When he saw the familiar River of Oblivion and that familiar little bridge, he realized with certainty that something was truly wrong.

“You’ve got to be kidding me??!! I don’t want to… Ah~ Ah… Ah~.”

Seeing that he was about to reach the end, he was filled with resentment. If jumping down resulted in reincarnation anyway, then the previous ninety-nine trips across the river had all been in vain.

Eh?? There was someone else there undergoing reincarnation. He could just borrow his body to save himself.

Nameless struggled, maneuvering himself toward the figure dressed in deep red silk.

Thump!

Nameless stepped on the man’s head to leap upward.

“Hahahaha~ There is always a way!”

Ye Lan was currently at his most vulnerable state, his violent energy dissipating and his cultivation exhausted. He was feeling annoyed, wondering why he had put himself through such suffering—he could have simply stayed in seclusion, and once his strength was fully restored, he could have gone anywhere he wanted in the three thousand worlds. Suddenly, there was a heavy weight on his head; someone actually dared to step on him.

Before he could even turn around to see who was so bold, his body was pushed by that force into the River of Oblivion.

Ye Lan roared in fury, “I will tear you to pieces!”

Because he was so weak, the roar didn’t carry even a sliver of power.

Splash,

Nameless looked down upon hearing the sound of falling water, but the man was already gone.

“Sorry, brother. You’ve already crossed the Bridge of Helplessness and drank the Mengpo Soup; drinking a few mouthfuls of the River of Oblivion water shouldn’t hurt, right? You won’t remember your past life anyway. Hm??!! Ah!! Don’t fall, higher, go higher!”

Nameless saw the exit of the barrier, which had been within arm’s reach, suddenly getting further and further away. “Don’t! Ah~”

“Waaa~ Waaa~ Waaa~” What was happening? Had he entered reincarnation again?

“Congratulations, President Bai, it’s a little young master.”

“Bring him here for me to see. Hey~ baby, I’m your dad!” A man in a sharp suit stood outside the delivery room, teasing the newborn in the nurse’s arms.

President Bai? A little young master? Nameless looked at the man; he seemed to be his father in this life. However, this world was different from the ones he had lived in before, and his curiosity was piqued.

The nurse looked at the infant in her arms, who was gazing around with wide, round eyes.

“Oh my! The little young master is so cute. He stopped crying the moment he saw his dad.”

Nameless felt melancholy inside. He would have to spend over a decade growing up again, but at least he had his memories he wasn’t sure if he should be happy or miserable. Why couldn’t he have a start where he wasn’t immediately seen naked by others?

Bai Zhiyuan looked at his adorable son, feeling a surge of motivation. “Yes, my baby is so well-behaved.”

This child was the one his beloved wife had endured so much hardship to give birth to; he would give him the very best of everything.

Nameless felt something flowing out of his belly. Hm??! He couldn’t control it.

“Waaa~ Waaa~”

Seeing his baby crying, Bai Zhiyuan was heartbroken. He asked anxiously, “Nurse, what’s wrong with him? Please, have the doctor take a look.”

The experienced nurse smiled. “President Bai, the little young master has just pooped. Let me take him to change.”

“Waa, waaaa, waaaa” My reputation! My innocence! It’s all gone…

High-End Hospital Room

Bai Zhiyuan sat by the bed peeling an apple. The apple turned in his fair, slender, and well-defined hands as if he were crafting a work of art. Once peeled, he cut it into small pieces, placed them on a plate with a small fork, and handed the plate to the woman on the bed.

“Weiwei, the apple is ready.”

Xia Wei put down her phone and leaned over to kiss Bai Zhiyuan on the cheek.

“Thank you, honey~”

Nameless lay in the crib beside them no, he was no longer called Nameless; his name in this world was Bai Mo, named by his new father. He peeked at the two people being affectionate nearby. What was this sour feeling…

Through his observations over the past few days, Bai Mo realized that in this world, “Dad” meant die (father), and “Mom” meant niang (mother).

In this life, he had met his parents, and this father seemed to love his mother very much. Plus, his father appeared to be quite wealthy.

Hm, having money is good. That way, I won’t have to worry about food and clothing. If I encounter a love tribulation, I’ll just smash it with money.

Bai Mo looked at his tiny hands, but at this rate, when would he be able to meet “that person”?

That’s right, in this life he had his memories, so he didn’t have to wait eighteen or nineteen years. He could start searching now and nip her tribulation in the bud. Wouldn’t it be better to be childhood sweethearts?

Just like in that big thing on the wall oh, he heard his mother call it a “television,” a very magical item.

Right, I can start observing beautiful women now. Don’t ask me why it’s beautiful women; ugly ones definitely wouldn’t be a tribulation for me. Given the looks of my parents, I believe I won’t grow up too shabby, so I might become a tribulation for thousands of young girls…

A beautiful woman? Bai Mo turned his head to look at Xia Wei.

Pui~ What are you thinking? That’s your dad’s.

Ding-dong~

Bai Mo looked at the scroll floating in the air. [Wow! Tu-tu, you followed me here!]

The Painting of a Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains flew over to Bai Mo, examined him for a long while, circled around him a few times, then flew over to hover near Bai Zhiyuan and Xia Wei before finally stopping in front of Bai Mo.

[You can see me?]

Bai Mo rolled his eyes. [You’ve been with me for nearly a thousand years; how could I not see you?]

The Painting of a Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains finally understood the problem.

[You have your memories this time?]

[Yeah, that’s the perk of jumping down. Since you’re here, help me find where my tribulation is in this life!] Bai Mo urged. It was best to cultivate feelings from a young age.

The Painting of a Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains looked at the little person in the crib. Damn it, he’s barely an inch tall, can’t even roll over, and he’s already thinking about picking up girls. This is too impatient.

[Even if I help you find her, with your current body, can you even do anything?]

Bai Mo: […]

[Don’t glare at me. I’m stating facts. I’m just reminding you to face reality.] The Painting of a Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains discovered that this world was quite fun. It transformed into a small, winged Garfield cat and began inspecting the room.