Chapter 3717: 100 Year Young Monster!

Seeing the massive celebration Lin Mu shook his head helplessly.

"You really organized all this?"

"Of course," Jing Wei snorted. "A birthday like this only happens once."

That statement immediately reminded everyone of the mystery again.

The companions all turned toward Jing Wei simultaneously.

"Tell us now!"

"You promised!"

"What’s the number?!"

Lin Mu blinked.

"What are you all talking about?"

Jing Wei laughed loudly seeing Lin Mu’s confusion.

"Your age."

Lin Mu instantly understood.

"...You made a game out of it?" he asked incredulously.

"Absolutely," Jing Wei replied proudly.

The old man suddenly stepped forward dramatically before raising one hand toward the skies.

Several blazing fireballs shot upward.

The crowd watched eagerly.

The first fireball exploded.

A giant flaming number appeared in the sky.

"0"

The second exploded.

Another massive zero appeared beside it.

"0"

Meng Bai frowned deeply.

"Another zero?"

Daoist Chu narrowed his eyes.

"Surely there’s another digit coming."

The crowd waited.

Then the final fireball exploded.

This time a blazing "1" appeared before the two zeros.

"100"

The entire city went silent.

Absolute silence.

Even the dwarves stopped drinking.

Several mugs literally fell from stunned hands.

Meng Bai stared upward blankly.

"...One hundred?" he whispered.

Daoist Chu looked genuinely shaken for the first time in a long while.

Cattaleya slowly lowered her drink.

Elyon’s expression stiffened visibly.

Even many dwarven elders looked utterly stunned.

They had assumed Lin Mu was at least several thousand years old.

Some even believed he might secretly be an ancient monster disguising himself as a young man.

But one hundred?

One hundred years old and already possessing cultivation, combat ability, forging comprehension, Dao understanding, and spatial mastery at this level?

That was beyond monstrous.

That was terrifying.

Meng Bai looked at Lin Mu as though seeing him for the first time.

"Master..." he muttered weakly. "You’re only one hundred?"

Lin Mu rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"When you say it like that, it sounds strange."

"STRANGE?" Daoist Chu nearly choked. "You’ve reached the Sixth Tribulation Stage before turning one hundred!" He couldn’t bring himself to say that it was just the qi cultivation.

Even the dwarves began shouting afterward.

"Inhuman!"

"A monster!"

"No wonder the Dao Forge liked him!"

"He’s definitely abnormal!"

One particularly drunk dwarf pointed at Lin Mu dramatically.

"He’s clearly three cultivators stacked together in a coat!"

"More like three thousand." Another added.

The crowd exploded into laughter afterward.

Meanwhile Lin Mu simply stood there surrounded by the cheering city while petting Shrubby and the twins.

Looking around at the celebrations, the lights, the music, the rivers of lava illuminating the night, and the endless smiling faces of dwarves celebrating alongside him, Lin Mu felt something warm spread through his chest.

For all the dangers, hardships, battles, and struggles he had faced since leaving the Xiaofan World, moments like this made it all feel real.

He was no longer merely surviving in the Immortal Realm.

He truly belonged within it now.

The revelation of Lin Mu’s age spread through Mantleheim faster than wildfire through dry grass.

Within minutes, every section of the dwarven kingdom had learned the truth. And with every retelling, the reactions only became more exaggerated. The once lively celebration temporarily transformed into a citywide crisis of shattered common sense.

Even now, many dwarves continued staring at Lin Mu as though trying to determine whether he was secretly some ancient existence disguising himself as a young cultivator.

Unfortunately for them, every inspection only confirmed the horrifying truth.

He really was only one hundred years old.

The festive music gradually slowed as the shock continued settling into everyone’s minds.

Even the dwarves beating anvils rhythmically had unconsciously stopped.

One poor fireforge dwarf missed his strike entirely and smashed his own thumb.

He did not even react.

He merely stared at Lin Mu with dead eyes while smoke rose from his crushed finger.

Meanwhile, Daoist Chu laid on the ground.

The daoist had not moved since learning Lin Mu had become an immortal somewhere around his twenties. No one told him this, he merely pieced it all together from the things Lin Mu had told him before and the events finally made a timeline that made sense and no sense at the same time.

The man looked utterly hollow.

His soul seemed ready to leave his body.

"A twenty something year old immortal..." Daoist Chu muttered weakly while staring into the skies.

The man slowly raised one trembling hand toward heaven.

"Dao... why?"

No one answered him.

Several nearby dwarves nodded sympathetically.

One mountain dwarf even patted Daoist Chu on the shoulder solemnly before sitting beside him.

"I understand your pain, brother," the dwarf said.

"I cultivated for One thousand and six hundred years before reaching immortality," another dwarf nearby added bitterly.

A third spoke while drinking directly from a barrel.

"I spent one hundred and twenty years trying to grow a beard properly."

All three of them looked at Lin Mu afterward with expressions of deep betrayal.

Meanwhile Lin Mu himself stood there awkwardly while the chaos unfolded around him.

"I don’t think it’s that strange..." he tried saying weakly.

The crowd immediately turned toward him.

Lin Mu regretted speaking instantly.

"NOT STRANGE?" Daoist Chu sat up abruptly like a corpse reanimating. "You reached the Fifth Tribulation Stage before most geniuses finish embarrassing themselves in the mortal realm!"

Lin Mu opened his mouth.

Then closed it again.

Fair enough.

Nearby, several dwarves had already started drinking harder to cope emotionally.

One of the rune dwarves grabbed another by the shoulders dramatically.

"Brother... if he reaches the Celestial Realm before two hundred years old, promise me you’ll knock me unconscious."

"I promise."

"Good."

Elyon meanwhile stood frozen with a distant expression.

The wolfkin slowly looked at Lin Mu.

Then at himself.

Then back at Lin Mu again.

A visible sadness entered his eyes.

"Even if he’s a genius..." Elyon muttered quietly. "A hundred year old genius?"

The wolfkin genuinely looked emotionally wounded.

Compared to Lin Mu’s pace, Elyon suddenly felt like his entire life had been wasted.

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