Before the plane even reached the skies of Sakura Island, Wang Sheng was already sulking inwardly. The aircraft kept shaking. The turbulence barely let up the entire way. One truly should never speak without thinking, just as one should never simply put flags. By the time Wang Sheng began seriously considering stepping outside to carry the plane down onto Sakura Island himself, an elderly scientist finally stepped forward to offer an explanation. "This actually has nothing to do with what you've said, Daoist Master Fei Yu. For international flights, this is quite normal. The establishment of our qi meridian system has caused the flow of primal qi near the national borders to become complex and irregular. "This is one of its minor drawbacks; it increases the danger of international flights. However, we have already taken countermeasures. For example, this large aircraft, which the Hua Republic has independently researched, can safely withstand turbulence this strong continuously. Everyone, please don't worry." Wang Sheng's eyes widened in understanding. Several others who were nearby could not hide their amusement, clearly having known this all along. The qi meridian network is causing this, after all. Wang Sheng shot them a glare, then took the initiative to discuss the topic of qi meridians with the scientist. He was deeply interested in the changes that the Hua Republic had undergone over the past thirteen years. Civil affairs could be observed at a glance, but the most advanced, cutting-edge fields required asking people like the scientist before him. The most remarkable achievements were undoubtedly the qi meridian network and the Universal Cultivation Method. Since the entire populace benefited from them, they stood as truly monumental feats. The Hua Republic had also accomplished long-awaited technological innovations. From cosmic exploration to practical inventions, the in-depth research into primal qi had triggered revolutions in energy and technology. "Unfortunately, we still do not understand what primal qi actually is." The old man sighed. "If we regard the cultivation civilization of distant star domains as an alien civilization, then their use of primal qi has a history far too ancient for us to fathom. Right now, we have merely just taken our first steps. "Daoist cultivation techniques only teach cultivators how to use primal qi and employ it to enhance themselves and elevate life. Still, though we know it works, we don't know why it does. "Perhaps only when the Hua Republic produces a true immortal or an even stronger being will someone be able to explain to us the true nature of primal qi. Not even our Daoist texts contain a fundamental analysis of primal qi's essence. "Our understanding of the universe is constantly renewing and changing. Science and technology differ from cultivation in a way, though. Science pursues the dissection of essence, the recognition of the most basic principles. Only then can deeper revolutions occur. "In truth, what science offers us is not a specific theorem or a breakthrough in a particular technology. The most precious aspect of modern science lies in axiomatic logic and the cycle of trial and error. That is the very core that allows our technological level to advance without end." Wang Sheng maintained the most elegant smile he could. He listened attentively and tried to be a proper audience, even though he understood little of it. Mu Wanxuan, Xi Lian, and Hao Ling were already looking dazed and lightheaded. Although Wang Sheng disagreed with some of the points, he was a cultivator who only knew how to train. He couldn't just casually debate with elders who had spent their lives in research. The Celestial Master or his master could be qualified to do that, but not him. As the discussion grew livelier, the old scientist showed Wang Sheng some classified material. One was a global primal qi density map that clearly displayed thick primal qi surrounding the Hua Republic. Primal qi across the world flowed in a vortex, and the Hua Republic was right next to its center. Another was the latest concept for a primal qi battery. The scientist even revealed preliminary proof-of-concept results and so on. For much of the flight, Wang Sheng successfully blended in with the group of scientists. He was pulled along to observe and learn from one side to the other until he was nearly dizzy from all the information. The four elders had naturally heard of Wang Sheng's brilliant feats in Saros, which explained why they were willing to share so much with him. They subtly wished to have a top-tier cultivator recognize their scientific theories. "Esteemed elders, what research are you conducting on Sakura Island?" Wang Sheng asked. "We're attending a scientific symposium. Although the Cultivation Research Institute is currently the most knowledgeable, most advanced, and most accomplished organization on Earth in the study of primal qi, foreign researchers have gone further than we have in some fields. "If our skills are inferior, we have to learn with humility. We must not let our achievements make us look down upon foreign researchers." For unknown reasons, Wang Sheng felt reassured. Even while maintaining an absolute advantage, the Cultivation Research Institute still sought active exchange with the outside world, promoting mutual progress. That spirit alone deserved praise. At the same time, however, Wang Sheng wondered, What if these elders were attacked or kidnapped on Sakura Island? Science also relies on people. If we lose these scientists, the Hua Republic will suffer a great blow. Alright, fine. I know this trip is supposed to be a casual sightseeing journey, but I'll have to treat this as a proper mission. The scientists' safety has to be prioritized. I can always bring my family to see the cherry blossoms another time. Mistress has given me a card that has no spending limit anyway.  Besides, the Hua Republic also has a lot of cherry blossoms. 'Viewing the cherry blossoms of Sakura Island' just feels more prestigious. As the plane prepared to land, the elder who had spoken most with Wang Sheng leaned closer. "Fei Yu, tell us honestly. Are you…" The elder lowered his voice and mysteriously asked, "Are you the reincarnation of Emperor Ziwei?" Wang Sheng was stunned. How could you ask such a non-scientific question after spending this entire flight having scientific discussions?! For a moment, the cabin quieted down except for the hum of the engines. One by one, ears perked up. Everyone was listening. Orıginal content can be found at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Thirteen years ago, rumors had swept through the cultivation world that Daoist Master Bu Yan's two disciples were reincarnations of Heavenly Court immortals. Sadly, one had perished heroically, while the other had gone into seclusion in the Small Nether Realm to guard a tomb. Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan had since returned to the Mortal Realm and even drawn the attention of cultivators worldwide through the incident yesterday. Hence, rumors had started spreading once again. Wang Sheng's talent and comprehension of the Dao of the Sword, his Heavenly Ziwei Sword Intent and Momentum, and his somewhat terrifying control over heavenly tribulation clouds had created a storm of speculation in the cultivation world. They theorized that he was the reincarnation of Ziwei, one of the Four Heavenly Ministers of the Heavenly Court. Still, Wang Sheng didn't expect a scientist to ask him such a question. Wang Sheng's Dao Heart remained calm, but he was certainly speechless. He couldn't decide on the most appropriate response. He had a general idea of why his name appeared on the Reincarnation Stone in the Small Nether Realm and why his past life left no trace. A coincidental twist of fate had likely allowed him to regress without leaving any tracks. In his heart, Wang Sheng believed himself to be a mere ordinary man who had encountered great fortune, not the reincarnation of an immortal. His previous life as a cultivation forum user was far too pitiful for an immortal. Just as he wondered how to reply, Yaoyun telepathically said, "You're not his reincarnation. Just focus on your cultivation, and you'll soon find the answer you seek." Relieved, Wang Sheng smiled and shook his head. "I am not. I may have no way to prove it, but I can say with certainty that I am not." The four researchers murmured among themselves again. Off to the side, Shi Qianzhang, Huai Jing, and Zhou Yinglong also communicated via voice transmission. With a light chime, the flight attendant reminded Wang Sheng to return to his seat and fasten his belt. The plane was about to land. When Wang Sheng sat down, Xi Lian glanced at him with interest. Clearly, she had also heard what Yaoyun had told him. Smiling, she teased, "Quite the background you have, Little Fei Yu." Hao Ling and Mu Wanxuan seemed curious, but they didn't get anything else out of the two. Wang Sheng simply frowned slightly. Yaoyun seemed to be keeping something from him. He had tried to pry answers from her for years, but he had never once succeeded. Now, the question no longer bothered him. Whether he was an immortal's reincarnation or a native of Earth didn't matter. In the end, he was simply Wang Sheng, Daoist name Fei Yu. He was a disciple of Qing Yanzi, and he was fond of swords, techniques, cultivation, and his senior sister. The past should not disturb the present. Only the future mattered. Mu Wanxuan quietly reached out and took his hand. When their eyes met, she gave him gentle encouragement. Of all people, she understood best the emotional swings and the worries tied to past lives. Soulmates were the rarest and greatest fortune one could ever come across. Wang Sheng's mood quickly returned to normal. He smiled calmly and clasped her hand tightly when she tried to pull it back. Her hand was smooth and soft, while Wang Sheng's palm, worn from years of sword practice, was rough and calloused. You came all this way, and now you want to retreat? Not a chance! Ten minutes later, the group exited the airport. A large bus waited for them ahead. "We have landed smoothly!" Shi Qianzhang shouted in excitement, drawing the attention of nearby Sakura Island citizens who had already been watching and taking pictures. Their faces showed expressions of dislike, disgust, and varying degrees of anger. The entire populace certainly knew him. Huai Jing chuckled. "Amitabha. Fei Yu, does your wager still hold?" Wang Sheng nodded calmly. "Of course. Until we return, it still counts. I refuse to believe that in this peaceful era, anyone would attack us without rea—" Someone nearby angrily shouted in Sakura Island's language, interrupting him. Wang Sheng only recognized the phrase "shibaka[1]" spat out through gritted teeth. Turning his head, he saw two men in werewolf costumes charging straight toward Shi Qianzhang with raised fists. A step behind them was a group of Sakura Island police officers. With a slight shake of Wang Sheng's left hand, Shi Qianzhang slid sideways more than ten meters. "Shi Qianzhang caused this commotion; it doesn't count. Everyone, get on the bus. I will stay here and watch. Let him handle this himself."