Leaving the Game for a Million Years: I'm the Human Race's Holy Emperor

Six months later, a restaurant in Xuanwu City, Yan Country, Eastern Region.

Gu Changsheng, dressed in a blue robe, was sitting by the window, savoring his wine, while a girl in red sat opposite him.

The girl looked only thirteen or fourteen years old. She watched her master drink cup after cup, her delicate face filled with heartache.

"Master, drink less, please. We don't have enough Origin Crystals," the girl said, her voice as crisp and clear as a lark's.

The girl's name was Honghong. Six months ago, Gu Changsheng came down the mountain and happened to meet an orphan. Seeing that she possessed a congenital Dao body, and also feeling that traveling the world alone would be boring, he persuaded Honghong to willingly become his disciple. There was absolutely no coercion involved; it was all thanks to his personal charm.

"Don't worry, your master knows what he's doing. Someone will treat me to wine later," Gu Changsheng said knowingly.

"More bragging…"

Honghong pouted, recalling the benefits her master had promised when she became his disciple half a year ago: endless Origin Crystals, supreme immortal techniques that others couldn't even dream of, an unimaginably great background…

Anyway, when she became his disciple, her master promised her a lot of benefits, but now, not to mention Origin Crystals, she didn't even have a cultivation technique. She always felt like she had been cheated. If she weren't an orphan with no relatives, and if her master ever hit or scolded her, she would have betrayed him long ago, hmph.

Gu Changsheng, seeing Honghong's expression, naturally knew what she was thinking. He chuckled and said, "Alright, your master knows you've suffered these past six months. I'll pass on a cultivation technique to you in a while."

"You said that half a month ago too," Honghong twitched her delicate nose, clearly not believing her master's words.

"Did I? You must have been dreaming. Your master definitely didn't say that," Gu Changsheng said without blushing or skipping a beat.

Honghong snorted softly. In the past six months, she and her master had traveled countless miles. The only benefit was that she could feel her physical body becoming much stronger than before.

In the middle of the restaurant's lobby was a round stage, where an old man with listless eyes was playing an old erhu.

He was a well-known storyteller in Xuanwu City and the surrounding areas. Eighty percent of the customers in the hall came to listen to his stories.

He played the erhu and chanted, "…In the ancient era, my human race was weak, exploited and oppressed by all races. But at that critical moment, the Gu family, the number one family of the ancient era, produced a young Great Emperor. He came all the way, killing the geniuses of the ancient races until they were terrified. He even forced the old monsters among the ancient races to take action to stop him from becoming Dao. But the young Great Emperor was indeed a young Great Emperor. He crossed realms and killed several old monsters of the ancient races, and then broke through on the spot, shocking the universe."

"Moreover, in less than ten thousand years, he attained the Dao and became Emperor, becoming the first Great Emperor of my human race in the ancient era. I believe everyone knows who I'm talking about."

The old man's voice was impassioned, and his tone, with its ups and downs, combined with his superb erhu skills, instantly made everyone present feel excited and as if they were there.

Honghong's eyes were even more excited, because she knew who the storyteller was talking about.

"The Ancient Great Emperor, the first and only supreme existence of our human race to attain the Dao and become Emperor with a Sacred Body!"

At this moment, a young man in brocade clothes shouted, revealing the protagonist of the old man's story. He even felt heroic and waved his hand, saying that today's wine would be on him, Young Master Zhao.

The old man's smile grew even wider when he heard this.

"Good, today I will tell you about the Great Emperor's youth, when he fought the peerless geniuses of the eight ancient races…"

The old man's tone was full of ups and downs, and his voice was full of emotion, instantly drawing the audience into his world of words.

Honghong clenched her fists even tighter, extremely excited, as if she were a fan hearing others say good things about her idol.

Gu Changsheng felt a mix of emotions in his heart when he saw this.

His disciple actually didn't admire him, her master, but admired someone else.

But this someone else was his son.

If he were jealous, could he be jealous of his son?

However, listening to others spreading the glorious deeds of his son, he was also a little proud in his heart. After all, this was his son. Even his son had become a legend.

About an hour later, the storyteller ended today's storytelling with "The Young Great Emperor killed the last genius of an ancient race in the starry sky."

Everyone present had an expression of unfinished business, but they didn't ask the old man to continue, because the old man had been speaking non-stop for an hour and needed to rest.

Honghong's eyes were full of stars, imagining that she was the one who killed the eight great geniuses of the ancient races.

"Ouch…" Suddenly, Honghong felt a pain in her forehead. She immediately woke up and looked at Gu Changsheng with a grievance.

Gu Changsheng chuckled and said, "It's not even dark yet, and you're already dreaming?"

"Who's dreaming? Master, how do you know what I'm thinking?" Honghong pouted cutely.

"As your master, I can know everything in the world with a pinch of my fingers. Moreover, I don't even need to calculate to know your little thoughts," Gu Changsheng looked at Honghong playfully.

His chief disciple was good in every way, the only drawback was that she liked to fantasize.

Yesterday, she fantasized about being the savior, today she fantasizes about being the Ancient Great Emperor, and tomorrow she will have to fantasize about being the Human Emperor?

Honghong's delicate face turned slightly red, as if her thoughts had been exposed, but she still stubbornly said, "Master is so handsome, why do you always like to brag? I don't believe you can know everything in the world with a pinch of your fingers."

"Your master likes the first half of that sentence, but I'll pretend I didn't hear the second half," Gu Changsheng said, then stood up and left.

"Master, you haven't paid yet," Honghong said immediately.

"This guest, Young Master Zhao said earlier that he would cover all the wine today, so you don't need to pay."

At this time, a waiter came over to explain.

"Really?" Honghong was too focused on listening to the story just now, so she didn't notice what Young Master Zhao said.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but recall that her master had told her earlier that someone would treat him to wine.

"It must be a coincidence, it must be," Honghong quickly comforted herself. She didn't believe that her master had the ability to see the future.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Gu Changsheng's voice came from outside.

"Oh, coming, coming," Honghong quickly trotted out, only to find that her master had already walked far away.

She could only quickly follow.

The streets of Xuanwu City were bustling with activity, filled with ordinary cultivators setting up stalls to sell goods.

"Don't miss it, don't pass it by, ten-thousand-year snow ginseng, good quality and low price, no need for nine-nine-eight, no need for eight-eight-eight, only eight Origin Crystals, and you can take it home…"

"Come, come, take a look, the ancient scriptures of the Great Emperor that I obtained from a certain relic after going through eighty-one hardships, ten Origin Crystals, only ten Origin Crystals, and you can have the cultivation techniques of the Great Emperor? What? Too cheap to be fake? Brother, you probably don't know how kind I, Jia, am. If the holy lands and aristocratic families have it, I won't allow you to not have it. How about this, seeing that your bones are amazing, you must be a one-in-a-million cultivation genius, how about selling it to you for one Origin Crystal…"

"Top-grade magic weapon, essential for killing people and…cough, essential for fighting, only fifty Origin Crystals, selling at a loss…"

Gu Changsheng, listening to the shouts from both sides, sighed: If this were placed in his previous life on Earth, with their ability to brag without drafting, they could become sales geniuses.

But Honghong, who was following behind him, didn't think so. When Honghong heard that the "remnants of the Great Emperor's ancient scriptures" only cost one Origin Crystal, she almost couldn't help but ask her master for money, but when she thought of her master's stinginess, who wouldn't even buy new clothes, she gave up.

"Master, where are we going next?" Honghong hopped to Gu Changsheng and asked.

"I'll take you to cultivate," Gu Changsheng said with a chuckle.

"Really?" Honghong said with a surprised face, "Master, you're not lying to me again, are you?"

"Remove the 'again', your master never lies," Gu Changsheng said with an unchanged expression, looking ahead.

"Liar…" Honghong muttered, but her heart was still full of anticipation. From the moment she became his disciple, she had been looking forward to her master passing on earth-shattering, supreme immortal techniques to her.

The master and disciple walked slowly, and in the evening, they left Xuanwu City.