Chapter 120 No Middleman

The girl's brows and eyes were clear and quiet, her eyes reflecting Wei Yuan's appearance.

Her temples and hair carried a special fragrance, like the high winds swirling above the nine heavens. It seemed they had never been this close before, and a blush spread across both their faces. A soft atmosphere fermented between them, like a five-thousand-year-old wine, emitting a captivating fragrance.

Wei Yuan couldn't help but take a small step forward.

The girl before him lowered her eyes slightly.

Even the beating of his heart seemed to quicken.

It was as if a decisive swordsman was about to swing the destined sword towards the strongest opponent, as if a general was leading the thousands of troops behind him, breaking through the gates of the enemy's capital. This was the most glorious and dazzling moment of his life, the one least likely to fade.

"Dang, dang, dang..."

Just at this moment, a monotonous sound that could stop a heart rang out.

Then came a familiar and annoying song.

The scene before him froze, then slowly shattered, disappearing bit by bit, replaced by the winter sunlight flowing in through the window cracks, carrying a hint of light laziness.

"Damn it!"

Wei Yuan lay on the bed, raised his hand, took out his gun, and with a bang, smashed the alarm clock placed to the side. The smell of gunpowder lingered in the air, as if it were a continuation of the scene in his dream, reminding Wei Yuan that it was all just a dream. Then he lay back down on the bed, his whole body like ash after burning—

The gift exchange had happened two days ago.

It had perfectly, even exceeding expectations, achieved its original purpose.

However... the impact seemed a little too great.

Now he didn't quite know how to talk to Jue, and Jue seemed to be avoiding him a little.

Just one hug and he'd been having dreams for days. It was too embarrassing to say out loud.

The water ghost, wearing the museum's traditional pink Hello Kitty apron, stood helplessly at the door.

This apron was used in rotation by the museum staff, but because Great Monk Yuanjue had worn it, it had been stretched out a bit. The water ghost was a little too small for it, making him look like a malnourished kid wearing an adult's clothes.

The water ghost held a spatula in one hand and a bottle of vinegar in the other, his mouth twitching.

"Boss, you should get up."

Wei Yuan lay still, unresponsive.

The water ghost went over, turned over the remains of the alarm clock, paused, and said seriously:

"Boss, just give up."

His eyes were filled with sorrow, like a great Greek philosopher contemplating the sunset:

"Dreams are just natural brain activity."

"They're things that let you combine past experiences."

"Things you haven't experienced, dreams can't recreate for you."

Wei Yuan: "............"

You're really asking for it.

A moment later, with a snap of his fingers, the water ghost was叉ed out again. The people downstairs heard the commotion. Yuanjue had prepared breakfast for Wei Yuan, while the Qi Family Army soldiers' souls were cleaning. Yawning, Wei Yuan came downstairs.

While lazily eating breakfast, Wei Yuan opened the daily morning news.

The main focus was still the promotion and popularization of the supernatural world. It was said that scientists had begun to study how to combine spiritual energy with modern forces.

For example, embedding specially made talismans in missiles, or, when facing a vampire earl in a dark Western castle, firing a three-kilometer sniper bullet with ultraviolet light directly into the earl's dream, letting him experience what a bygone sunset felt like.

Of course, the main thing was to integrate it into people's lives first.

For example, planting vegetables, planting vegetables, and more goddamn planting vegetables!

Just imagine, after cultivation becomes widespread, the essential spells for all agricultural universities would be Rain Summoning and the wood-type Rooting Technique. Then, in the desert, rows of modern college students, the first row planting seeds and the second row casting spells to summon rain, directly pushing through the Sahara, planting watermelons in the desert.

That level of day and night temperature difference.

Would inevitably lead to melons that were big and sweet.

Which Huaxia melon-eating crowd could resist that?

It was estimated that in the future, combining Whirlwind Technique with Soil Solidification Technique to directly grow vegetables in the air inside houses would be possible.

Of course, you could also grow flowers.

Wei Yuan looked at the flower shop, which hadn't made a sale in the past two days.

He really didn't know how to start. Jue wasn't angry, because no one had expected such a big commotion at the time. But fortunately, it wasn't a complete loss. He had successfully obtained a picture of the water ghost.

Wei Yuan directly printed a copy, uploaded one to the cloud, and saved another on a USB drive, ensuring it was perfectly preserved.

Finally, he even put one directly into his Sleeve Universe·Kunlun Jade Pool.

The water ghost sat cross-legged in his Happy Water mixing workstation.

Wearing an elegant butler's uniform, with plain glasses, he pushed up the bridge of his glasses with his middle finger.

The expression on his face was like the flattering smile of a real estate agent seeing a big shot buying a house without batting an eye.

He had a Bluetooth headset in his ear.

"No problem."

"The photo has been sent to you."

"Remember to give a good review. Zhenyao Museum Cola is always at your service."

On the other side of the headset was, of course, Nujiao of Qingqiu Country.

The water ghost directly transmitted the photo data to the past, and received a share of Happy Water that he probably couldn't finish in a hundred years. The expression on his face was like that of a prosperous old farmer. Feng Siyu sat in a chair, looking strangely at the water ghost, who was humming and wiping a wine glass. After thinking for a long time, she asked curiously:

"Did you give the photo data to Sister Nujiao?"

"Yeah, I did."

"...Then did you also give the photo to Museum Director Wei?"

"Of course."

Feng Siyu: "............"

Her little head suddenly froze. Looking at the cheerful water ghost, she was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What are you trying to get out of this?"

Didn't you know that Sister Nujiao wasn't planning to give this photo to Museum Director Wei?

The water ghost pondered.

Then he gave a thumbs up and replied with a hearty smile:

"No middleman taking the difference!"

"............"

The Yu Clan girl couldn't hold back.

Even Feng Siyu had to be amazed.

"You're really amazing."

"Is your brain filled with water?"

"Heh heh, of course."

The water ghost whistled triumphantly, dressed in a butler's uniform, looking tall and slender. He draped a hot towel over his left arm, and with his right hand, he placed a specially mixed glass of Happy Water next to Feng Siyu, with half a slice of lemon on top.

"Try it carefully."

"I have to fight that guy and see whose Happy Water is the most authentic."

Feng Siyu nodded solemnly.

Then she tore open a bag of cucumber-flavored potato chips with a *tear* sound.

Refreshing cucumber, specially mixed Happy Water, and sweet, slightly bitter chocolate.

This was Feng Siyu's choice for today.

"Thank you, Judge Feng Siyu."

"Leave it to me."

………………

Inside the flower shop, the girl saw Wei Yuan turn back and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She gently pressed her hand against her chest, frowning slightly.

Why was she hiding?

She didn't quite understand where this emotion came from.

And why it was gradually growing.

When she was hugged the other day, for some reason, the paintings of those artists kept appearing in her mind, surging like murals on the Kunlun Jade Wall. The wind above the nine heavens was the most free, and her heart should always be so free and empty.

But for some reason, at that moment, it became a little heavy.

Past experiences emerged, falling into her heart like clouds falling into the wind.

Like a feather falling from a migrating wild goose.

Like being filled with something. Just like now, she didn't know why she was hiding from Yuan, and she didn't know why, after really seeing Wei Yuan go back, she felt a trace of almost imperceptible loss in addition to relaxation.

Relaxed yet heavy, happy yet lost.

These were emotions that a god shouldn't have.

"West Queen Mother..."

The girl placed the book in her hand against her chest and said softly, "What's wrong?"

……………………

Wei Yuan sat at the table, thinking about what he should do next.

The true spirit reincarnation of Xiang Yu (lit. Overlord), as long as he grew up, would become a fighting force on the human side.

This time, he had to correct his arrogant personality.

The materials for sealing Gonggong contained the fortune of the Nine Provinces and Ten Thousand Kingdoms, but now that they had become the Twelve Metal Colossi, they had lost their original uniqueness. Gonggong and humans were inherently in conflict, and in the future, they would inevitably be enemies. At that time, he would either have to find new materials for sealing Gonggong in the world of the *Classic of Mountains and Seas*, or directly retrieve Xing Tian's head and restore Xing Tian to a state where he was both strong and intelligent, not just a headstrong brute.

In addition…

Wei Yuan reached out and pressed his hand against his chest.

He could still faintly feel the stinging pain.

Previously, Daoyan had summoned the remnants of the *Taiping Essentials* that had severed the dragon veins.

He saw past experiences from it, but in the end, he saw the phantom of the Luo River Scroll. In the Ming Dynasty, he himself was also pierced through the heart by a sword. The stinging sensation, even when recalled now, was still extremely clear, different from Xiang Yu's spear.

The wound from that spear was blazing and overbearing. The burning sensation even surpassed the momentary pain.

But that sword was like the bite of a poisonous snake.

Who exactly…

Wei Yuan pressed his brow.

The mist before him grew heavier. Compared to these things, bestowing the 'Golden Seal of the Emperor of the Han to the Wa Country' at Longhu Mountain in a few days was already insignificant. In order to find out what happened in the Ming Dynasty, he had to search for ancient artifacts on the one hand, and go to Changbai Mountain on the other.

To see if Liu Bowen had left anything behind.

With his personality, he must have left behind a contingency plan.

Just as Wei Yuan was pondering.

A sudden wave of sleepiness washed over him. That familiar feeling interrupted Wei Yuan's thoughts, causing him to open his mouth with a speechless feeling. A dream in this situation could only mean one thing—

The summoning of the Five Great Evils of Antiquity!

The Ancestor Training Team, the Fists of Love!

And Xing Tian's hearty laughter.

Damn it!

Was it because they weren't satisfied with his reaction on Takamagahara before?

Wei Yuan's brow twitched.

A make-up exam?

ps: Today's first chapter… Writer's block… 3000 words~

Thanks to Leader Yi Sheng Xi Wen, thank you~