Mountain withered bones

Li Muyang had transmigrated, and the good news was that he had a system. The bad news was that this system could only be used to play games.
Oh well, if it's playing games, then so be it. It's better than having nothing.
In the game, he was powerful and mysterious, causing the extraordinary fairies to be shaken to their core. Since it's just a game, there's no problem in aiming for the full compendium route, right?
It wasn’t until one day that the fairies from the game showed up at his door that Li Muyang was truly startled. What was supposed to be just a game, how did it become real?
"So... listen to my excuse!"
I was really just playing a game!!

The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!

On the moderately sized city gate tower hung the sign of Ping'an City.


Through the wide-open gates, few people were coming and going.


Little Wild Grass stepped into this city once again, her hand gripping Li Muyang's unconsciously.


By now, Little Wild Grass had fully grown into a young lady.


Though she wore simple clothes, they could not hide her natural beauty.


The most radiant and moving features of a young girl had already solidified upon her face, impervious to the ravages of time.


In her bright eyes seemed to swirl a nebula, dazzling and luminous.


Li Muyang had no idea what cultivation realm Little Wild Grass was at now, and the girl herself couldn't say for sure.


The method she used for cultivation had been altered beyond recognition by her, vastly different from the conventional cultivation methods of the mundane world.


There was no Core Formation, no Primordial Spirit, and no Purple Mansion.


In her body, there was only the misty Immortal Spirit Qi.


Chapter 142: Old Homeland