My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 598 Taking Yanxia To Meet Friends

After Liam and Yanxia left Daniel’s office, they appeared in the living room of Bellemere Mansion.

The staff had grown used to Liam materializing without warning. They had developed, across months of employment, a professional composure around the impossible that served them well. But the young woman beside him was someone none of them had seen before, and the aura she carried — warm and regal — moved through the room immediately.

Evelyn noticed it first and kept it off her face.

“Welcome back, sir,” she said.

“Thanks, Evelyn. Call the others. I want to introduce someone.”

Evelyn did as instructed immediately, sending the message to the two other maids, Nick and Mason, through her Lucid within seconds. Nick and Mason appeared from the hallway, and when the full staff had gathered, Liam turned to them.

“This is Yanxia. She’s a member of my family. Please take care of her.”

“Yes, sir.” The response came together, with nods that carried genuine willingness.

Yanxia looked at them with the carefully, taking in the new faces and finding them satisfactory. Then she gave a small, composed nod.

Liam caught the nod and the authority behind it and looked away before she could see him smile.

“Come,” he said. “Let me show you around the house.”

She took his arm and they walked.

He sent the group chat message through his Lucid, while they moved through the ground floor.

“You guys free? There’s someone I want you all to meet. A family member.”

The replies came quickly. Elise first, saying she was free and extremely bored. The others in sequence, saying more of the same thing. Kristopher asked the time and Liam told him two hours. Everyone confirmed that they would present.

After setting up the gathering, he kept walking.

Yanxia was interested in everything. The kitchen produced a lengthy stop, her curiosity moving from the appliances to the contents of the refrigerator to the particular question of why the fire for cooking came from a flat surface rather than anything else. Liam answered each question at whatever length it required. She listened attentively, taking in the information on things of the mortal world she found herself.

The library held her longest. She stood in the center of it, turning slowly, reading the spines with eyes that could process text faster than the shelves could hold it.

“So much knowledge,” she said. “But none of it about cultivation.”

“Yeah. Different universe,” Liam said. “Different knowledge.”

She accepted this and moved on.

As they moved through the house, a thought arrived that sent a brief chill through Liam. Yanxia was from the cultivation universe — a different system of existence entirely — and his universe had laws that rejected what didn’t belong to it.

He looked at her and saw that she was fine, walking beside him, examining everything with open curiosity, entirely unbothered.

Curiously, he asked the system about it, silently.

[The blood you dropped on the egg to bond you to her, and the golden runes had made her a native of your home universe.]

Liam nodded in understanding. He continued showing Yanxia around, taking her up to his bedroom.

Upstairs she looked out the bedroom window at the city below — the grid of streets, the movement of vehicles — and said nothing for a moment.

“There are so many of them,” she said finally.

“Eight billion, roughly.”

She was quiet for a moment longer. Then: “And they don’t know about cultivation. About qi. About any of it.”

“No. Not really. It’s more of a thing of fiction over here.”

She looked at the city for another moment before turning away from the window.

When they came back downstairs, she told him she wanted to fly around.

They stepped outside and went up.

Liam turned west and she followed without question, the two of them moving at a speed that kept them invisible to anything below. He could feel her spirit sense expanding and retracting continuously as she swept the landscape beneath them — forests, coastlines, the vast blue of the Pacific — and then expanding again in a different direction.

He matched her and they descended together into the mountain air of Zhangjiajie.

The sandstone pillars rose around them, hundreds of them, each one narrowing at the top and carrying trees at its crown, the whole formation producing a landscape that had no equivalent anywhere Liam had visited in his own universe or elsewhere. Mist moved between the pillars in slow horizontal drifts. The wooden bridge below carried tourists in both directions, their voices carrying faintly in the still air.

Yanxia hovered and turned slowly, taking it in.

“It would be a good cultivation ground,” she said, almost to herself, “if there was immortal qi.”

“Yeah, it would.”

Yanxia looked at the nearest pillar, ancient stone covered in moss and hanging vegetation, and the expression on her face was that of someone finding something beautiful and sad at the same time, because the beauty existed inside a limitation.

“Look around,” he said. “I’ll be here.”

She nodded and left.

He watched her move through the pillars, banking between them with ease, occasionally dropping to hover beside one at eye level and study the stone up close. Twice she drew the attention of tourists on the bridge who pointed upward — but she was fast enough and the distance was sufficient that what they saw was simply a shape against the sky, gone before they could be certain of it.

Twenty minutes later she returned to him.

“I liked it,” she said.

He took her to more places. A formation in Guilin where the landscape had the same quality — ancient, patient, indifferent to everything that had happened on the surface since it formed. Then south, following the equator, until the Amazon appeared below them as a solid canopy of green extending to every horizon.

Yanxia went immediately downward.

He followed her into the canopy, the light changing as they descended through the layers, the sound building from a distant background noise into that of birds, insects and running water.

She was moving ahead of him when she dropped suddenly toward a swamp.

He watched her hover low over the surface, reach one hand into the dark water, and bring it out, with a Green Anaconda in her grip.

The anaconda was nine meters, thick as a man’s thigh, and it coiled slowly around her arm.

Yanxia’s face held a bright, open smile.

“Yanxia,” Liam said.

She looked at him.

“Drop it back.”

The smile turned sulky. She looked at the snake, which had reached her shoulder and was investigating her hair with its tongue. She looked back at Liam.

“It likes me,” she said.

“It’s an apex predator assessing whether you’re prey.”

“I know. It is confused because it can’t figure out what I am.”

“Drop it back.”

The sulk deepened, held for two seconds, and then she released it from the height she was hovering at. Liam’s telekinesis caught it before it hit the water and lowered it in cleanly. The snake disappeared beneath the surface without looking back.

Yanxia watched the water where it had gone.

“I wanted to keep it,” she said.

“I know but we can’t.”

Kristopher’s message arrived as they were clearing the canopy. Liam replied and turned north, Yanxia falling into position beside him as they accelerated back toward Los Angeles.

***

On the yacht, the group stood on the deck, as they discussed between themselves who the family member Liam wants to introduce to them, is.

Matt was holding that the family member was a cousin. Harper thought sibling. Stacy had said nothing.

Kristy and Alex were debating whether anyone in Liam’s family could possibly be more unusual than Liam himself, and whether that was something to look forward.

Kristopher was checking the time.

Then a voice came from above.

“Hey, guys.”

They looked up and they saw rwo figures hovered above the yacht — Liam, and a young woman beside him in a deep gold robe, with dark hair catching the afternoon light, looking down at them calmly.

The group stared upward.

Yanxia looked at them for a moment, then looked at Liam.

“These are the fun people?” she said.

“Yes,” Liam said.

She looked back down at them and a slow, warm smile crossed her face.

“Hi,” she said.