In the Immortal Realm, most people record their birth dates, but ascendant cultivators are different. They often don’t know exactly when they were born—down to the year or month—so to avoid complications, their ascension date is typically used instead.
Wan Lei stood up, holding his small identification token. Fang Xiaoyu immediately took his place and said straightforwardly:
“Fang Xiaoyu, female, human race, Thunderwind Realm.”
Her identification was quickly processed.
Next up was Fire Phoenix.
Dressed in striking red, Fire Phoenix sat down, waiting for the questions.
Her photo appeared on the screen.
“Name?”
“…”
Fire Phoenix hesitated for a moment before tentatively saying:
“They all call me Fire Phoenix. Just record it as Fire Phoenix.”
“Fire Phoenix? Alright, but I’d advise against using that name in the Northern Sea. The Phoenix Clan might not take kindly to it.”
The young woman smiled and typed in “Fire Phoenix.”
“Gender?”
“Female.”
“Race?”
Just as the young woman was about to casually write “human race,” Fire Phoenix stopped her.
“Wait, I’m not human.”
“Then what race are you?”
“I… I’m a Lava Giant Phoenix. Back in my world, I’m the only one of my kind, so I don’t really know what race I am.”
“Oh, Lava Clan, Phoenix Clan—that makes you a demon race then. In the Immortal Realm, aside from humans, gods, and insects, everything else is collectively called the demon race, whether they’re divine beasts, animals, plants, or mineral lifeforms.”
At this point, the young woman looked up curiously and asked Fire Phoenix:
“Were you brought to the Thunderwind Realm by Wan Lei? What’s your relationship with him? Are you his pet beast?”
The words “pet beast” instantly darkened Fire Phoenix’s expression. She, a supreme ruler of her realm, reduced to a pet here?
But thinking about her relationship with Wan Lei, it seemed that was the only way to explain it, so she nodded.
“So it really is a master-servant relationship. Officially, the Five Elements Hall doesn’t recognize or protect master-servant contracts because we oppose slavery. Generally, if a cultivator forms a master-servant contract with a demon or human, the Five Elements Hall doesn’t interfere, but we also don’t protect such relationships.
Servants aren’t considered legal property of their masters. If a master kills their servant, they’ll face legal consequences. And if someone goes around capturing servants en masse, they’ll face punishment from the Five Elements Hall. Understood?”
The young woman’s words were directed at Wan Lei.
“Understood.”
Wan Lei had no intention of capturing servants en masse anyway.
“Oh, by the way, there’s a mission posted below, something about a Lava Giant Beast. You can sign up for it. Fire Phoenix can’t register since she hasn’t reached the Immortal Realm.
But you can bring her along. The lava there would benefit her. Generally, for missions, one Immortal Realm cultivator can bring up to five Mortal Realm disciples or subordinates without needing to register them.”
The enthusiastic young woman proactively explained the mission details, perhaps out of boredom or because of her naturally lively personality, which made her quite talkative.
After Fire Phoenix was done, Xi Renyuanjun sat down.
“Xi Renyuanjun, female, human race, Thunderwind Realm, ascended today with my master.”
“You’re also Wan Lei’s servant?”
The young woman’s eyes widened again.
“Yes.”
Yuanjun nodded, and the young woman’s expression visibly soured.
“Zhihuo Qingwu, female, human race, Thunderwind Realm, ascended today with my master.”
“You’re a servant too?”
The young woman immediately pouted and glared at Wan Lei.
“Well, well, Wan Lei! You look all dignified and proper, but you’re nothing but a lecherous hypocrite! Controlling so many beautiful women—you’re despicable, downright evil! You must bully them every day. I’m tempted to report you!”
Her words left Wan Lei dumbfounded. He glanced left and right—damn, this girl was meddling too much!
Then, the young woman looked at the most beautiful girl present, Fang Xiaoyu. Her heart felt like it was being stabbed. Such a stunning woman, who would be a goddess admired by thousands anywhere, was also enslaved by this Wan Lei? Unforgivable!
Fang Xiaoyu, who had been secretly chuckling at Wan Lei’s predicament, noticed the young woman glaring at her with rising anger. She quickly clarified:
“I’m not a servant. I’m his wife.”
“What?! You’re married, and you still enslave so many beautiful women? I—I—I…”
The young woman’s eyes were practically blazing with fury.
“Don’t misunderstand. I have no improper intentions toward them. One wife is enough for me. Don’t be angry—please just process the IDs.”
Wan Lei was worried that if this dragged on, the girl might jump up and hit him, even though she was just a minor Mortal Realm cultivator.
At the same time, he felt a bit wronged. When he enslaved Fire Phoenix and the other two women, they were still enemies. What was wrong with that?
Besides, he hadn’t touched them! How did that make him a lecherous hypocrite? He’d always been upright, never laying a hand on any woman besides his wife.
And honestly, as the grand Thunder Emperor, what if he had a harem of three palaces, six courts, and seventy-two concubines? Who was she to judge?
Meanwhile, the young woman was still chattering away at Fang Xiaoyu.
“You need to get a marriage certificate. With that, you’ll be legally married. If he dares divorce you or mess around, you can take half his assets. Don’t let a guy like him off easy. We women need to protect ourselves when we’re out in the world!”
Fang Xiaoyu laughed so hard she trembled, while Wan Lei’s face was covered in dark lines. He grabbed Zhihuo Qingwu’s ID, stuffed it into her hand, pulled Fang Xiaoyu, and stormed out.
Who the heck tries to convince someone to divorce like that?
Pfft.
As the group left, the young woman pouted, let out a dissatisfied huff, and turned to gossip with the female staff at the other desks:
“This Wan Lei is no good. He’s got such a beautiful wife and still keeps so many servants. He claims he hasn’t touched them—pfft.
Men are all pigs. If he really had no interest, why are all his servants women? Not a single man among them!
And one of them is even a demon race. He’s got some wild tastes, huh. I’m done with men—they’re just too awful.”
Meanwhile, Wan Lei, who had single-handedly created a new advocate for staying single, ignored the sleazy “Bro, you’ve got game” looks from those around him and headed straight downstairs to the registration office.
There weren’t many people at the registration office. After all, missions with high risks and low rewards made people think twice. More importantly, there were hardly any Immortal Realm cultivators on this planet, so naturally, there weren’t many registrants.