"Perhaps this is a real parallel cosmos..."

Gao Xuan finally convinced himself that all perceptible aspects were real, so this world must be real.

Gao Xuan felt a bit frustrated; the prowess of the Nine-Revolutions Divine Cicada far exceeded his expectations.

He turned and realized that his poor mood was also influenced by this body.

A body on the brink of collapse could even affect his spirit. This was even worse news.

The spirit being bound by the body, even to the extent of synchronizing with it. If the body died, his spirit would likely die too.

Gao Xuan didn't like this change. But before he could think too much about it, he got hungry.

A strong hunger made him feel a little dizzy, and his steps were unsteady.

Sparring was physically demanding, and being kicked over by Yu Xiaoming consumed a lot of energy.

Since achieving cultivation success, Gao Xuan mostly drank and ate for the enjoyment of gourmet food. His Golden Body had nearly transcended the many instincts of a fragile body.

He quickly took a couple of steps and found a beef noodle shop on the street corner.

Although this shop's beef noodles only had three pieces of beef, the noodles were good. Gao Xuan ate three big bowls, immediately feeling twice as spirited, and even had a pleasant sense of satisfaction.

"A mortal's body..."

Gao Xuan muttered to himself, really unaccustomed to such a fragile body.

He rented a shared bike and rode to the Cloud Bar.

It was just after seven, and Gao Xuan knowledgably went in from the back, found a T-shirt printed with Cloud Bar in his personal locker, and put it on as his work uniform.

Gao Xuan, full and satisfied, lounged lazily in a chair and fell asleep without realizing it.

In a daze, Gao Xuan felt a strong light glaring at him. Then he heard Yao Min's familiar voice: "Old Gao, you're not dead, are you?"

Gao Xuan yawned, "Still breathing, yeah."

He blinked to adjust to the strong light and finally saw Yao Min clearly.

Yao Min wore a tight skirt, a white blouse, and had the look of an office worker. In reality, she was the bar manager. She was actually quite pretty, with a good figure, but her heavy makeup was a bit garish.

Yao Min could be considered a FWB with Gao Xuan, an occasional fling. It wasn't love, just lonely people finding comfort with each other. That's all.

"What's with that look? Don't you recognize me? Did someone beat you senseless?"

Yao Min's eyes showed a bit of concern; Gao Xuan's current state made her feel very unfamiliar with him.

Gao Xuan was about to speak but suddenly swore and rushed off hurriedly.

Seeing Gao Xuan's behavior, Yao Min couldn't help but curse, "Lazy donkey needs to go often."

After a while, Gao Xuan returned looking quite comfortable, seeing that Yao Min hadn't left yet.

"Did you need something from me?"

"No, just checking on you."

Yao Min said as she touched Gao Xuan's stubbly old face, "I just feel that something's off with you."

"Yeah, you wouldn't believe how awful my dump was today, it even grossed me out..."

"Disgusting."

Yao Min looked disgusted; this guy was still the same. She didn't want to joke about such vulgar things with Gao Xuan, so she hurriedly left.

Gao Xuan also looked disgusted; this body still had to use the bathroom, unbelievable...

At nine o'clock, Gao Xuan and another middle-aged man, Old Fang, stood at the entrance, mainly as a show.

There were underlings to open the doors, and little sisters to escort guests.

Music soon started playing in the bar, shaking the walls. Gao Xuan and another security guard stood until after ten when the guests started pouring in.

They were also called inside to maintain order. The bosses of such large bars were quite influential. Few dared to make trouble in places like this.

Gao Xuan and Old Fang squatted in a corner, watching the busy bees flitting around, egging the guests to drink...

The smoky and noisy bar easily relaxed people. Under the cajoling of pretty young girls, many couldn't restrain themselves.

A very pretty young girl saw Gao Xuan from afar and excitedly ran over with two bottles of beer to hand to Gao Xuan, "Old Gao, this is for you."

"Thanks, Little Peach." This girl's name was Little Peach, probably because her butt was shaped like a peach.

Gao Xuan was quite familiar with Little Peach and had helped fend off tipsy harassers for her before. Little Peach remembered this favor and always found ways to sneak him drinks.

Little Peach waved with a smile and ran off.

Gao Xuan sighed with the cold beer bottle in hand. His body craved the beer strongly, but he didn't want to submit to bodily instincts.

Eating, drinking, defecating; these are part of human energy processes he could not avoid. But drinking wasn't necessary; he could completely control it.

However, his nerves threw a fit for leaving the drink untouched, his whole body suffering in painful spasms. Just a sip could ease all that.

The key was, this body wasn't even his; he didn't need to worry about it.

Gao Xuan, with immense willpower, controlled his instincts. As a wise being, one shouldn't bow to biological instincts; that would be too foolish.

In fact, 99% of humans submit to their instincts.

All of humanity's abnormal mental reactions are almost entirely due to bodily mechanisms...

Humans are low-level beings profoundly controlled by instincts; that can't be denied.

"Old Gao, are you shivering? Got epilepsy?"

Old Fang noticed Gao Xuan was not okay and quickly asked.

Gao Xuan shook his head, "It's nothing, just the usual reaction to staying sober."

"You're trying to stay sober?"

Old Fang smiled shrewdly; he didn't believe Gao Xuan could stay sober.

A spiritually empty middle-aged man with no hope in life, how could he not drink? What a dull and lonely life he would have.

Old Fang was about to speak when he suddenly noticed an argument happening in front, so he quickly told Gao Xuan, "Something's wrong; there's a fight. Let's check it out."

Gao Xuan, enduring his bodily discomfort, went over and found it was Little Peach who had gotten into a dispute with someone.

The opposition consisted of a few heavily tattooed young men, with metal studs littering their noses and lips, their hair dyed in various colors.

Anyone with a bit of experience would immediately recognize them as punks.

Such street punks were low-level scum. Daring to make trouble in a bar, Old Fang immediately went up and pushed away the loudest amid their shouting.

"Stay calm, this isn't the place for a mess," Old Fang warned.

The lead punk fiercely cursed, "Stealing my booze thinking I'm blind, and you dare shout, are you looking for death?"

As he spoke, the punk pulled a dagger from his back. In the noisy and chaotic bar environment, no one actually heard what he was saying. But when he drew the dagger, it shimmered under the spotlight, and everyone saw it clearly.

Old Fang and all the girls were startled, hurriedly retreating.

The punk was a bit tipsy and felt disgraced after being pushed by Old Fang. He wielded the dagger and lunged at Old Fang.

At such close range, Old Fang couldn't dodge, his face turning ashen with fear.

Other girls, seeing the situation turn bad, screamed in fright.

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