Chapter 1 Three Bronze Vessels

The three bronze vessels finally scattered their light, restrained their spirituality, and slowly fell onto the table.

The bronze ripples that had been surging through the entire room like angry waves also disappeared, returning to the ancient bronze vessels themselves, transforming into their original patterns. They still looked ancient and heavy, possessing the unique vicissitudes of time.

Wei Yuan exhaled.

Then, somewhat regretfully, he thought that the purity of that Yīng Dǎo divinity was really unreliable. He had hoped it could last a little longer, but he didn't expect it to burn out in less than ten minutes.

At least, this time, the imperial decree was transmitted. He didn't know if it would work or if it would be successful.

Unfortunately, the Yīng Dǎo divinity in his hand had been used up, and the fifth bronze vessel had not been found. If it didn't succeed, he would probably have to burn the divinity of the seal next to establish contact with the ruins of Chaoge.

This thing was different from the Yīng Dǎo divinity. It was extremely precious, and losing even a little was a waste. It wasn't worth it.

However, if the imperial decree successfully connected the seal with the ancestral veins of Chaoge, perhaps he could think of other ways to contact that side. Perhaps he could find a way to find the last bronze vessel first, as well as needing Su Yu'er's help…

Wei Yuan put away the three bronze vessels and placed them together, closing the transparent glass cabinet door. At this moment, he suddenly realized a problem.

Chaoge City was too far away from the human world.

Would there be a delay in the transmission of divine power…

Wei Yuan felt that this idea was worth verifying, otherwise, when using such methods in the future, there might be unexpected errors, such as the embarrassing situation of striking a pose and mobilizing mana, but being unable to release anything at all.

If that happened, he would probably only embarrass the opponent to death.

Of course, before that, he might have to build a three-bedroom apartment with his toes out of sheer mortification.

Wei Yuan put these distracting thoughts out of his mind, took two steps back, and looked at the bronze vessels. Xu Shi was still alive, but he didn't know how strong he was or where he was at the moment. He also didn't know when the next large-scale sacrifice would be held on the Yin Shang side, and he didn't know how effective the connection between the ancient mountains and the seal would be.

Wei Yuan looked at the time. It was already late. After dinner, he would go back to cultivate and practice breathing exercises. His current strength was still far behind Xu Fu. He had to at least raise his cultivation to the level of the former Iron Eagle Warriors before he was qualified to think about these things.

The Crouching Tiger Art was a technique created during the Han Wu era. Compared with the original Black Ice Terrace technique, this Crouching Tiger Art, which had been improved by generations of crouching tigers over thousands of years, was obviously more mature. However, the experience was common, and Wei Yuan practiced it more skillfully, briefly avoiding the injury on his chest when circulating his qi.

Perhaps because he learned that his enemy was still alive, Wei Yuan pondered for a long time that night.

Then, the next day.

He overslept.

……………………

Wei Yuan stared with dark circles under his eyes, barely managing to get up.

Even the water ghost was startled.

Brushing his teeth with messy hair, Wei Yuan in the mirror looked listless.

Facts proved that you had to eat one bite at a time, take one step at a time, and kill enemies one by one. Even a martial artist would be tired if he didn't sleep the night before, and hungry if he skipped a meal. Wei Yuan washed his face with cold water to stimulate his spirit, then exhaled, feeling a little more energetic.

Next, he would wait for the action team's interrogation results of that old Yīng Dǎo man while healing his injuries.

The penetrating wound on his chest was quite serious. He didn't know when it would heal completely.

While thinking, Wei Yuan shook the frying pan in his hand, flipping the egg pancake over.

The egg pancake was golden, with chopped green onions added, so there was a special fragrance of scallions reacting with the oil. Pressing the egg pancake with chopsticks to allow the bottom to make intimate contact with the hot oil, Wei Yuan dazedly wondered how many days were left until the Yin Shang sacrificial ceremony.

Since it was the world of mountains and seas, was the time there the same as the time in the human world?

The worlds of mountains and seas…

Wei Yuan put the fried egg pancake on a plate, made a bowl of wax gourd and kelp soup, sprinkled some dried shrimp on it, and heated up the ribs left over from last night. It smelled fragrant, and after taking a bite, the ribs that had been soaked in the soup overnight were even more flavorful. According to Wei Yuan's own judgment, it could score seven points.

But Wei Yuan inexplicably found it tasteless.

He took a bite of the soft egg pancake and murmured:

"The strange beasts of the mountains and seas…"

He didn't know why, but the appearances of all kinds of strange beasts appeared in his mind, impossible to forget.

First of all, most of the strange beasts were drawn by him, and a considerable number of the ferocious beasts were harmful, even man-eating. After drawing such dangerous things, it was impossible to put them back. If they were raised, the tribes would still be short of meat, so the people at the time had to solve them with 'tears' in their eyes.

Modern technology had extracted all kinds of seasonings that could increase the umami taste of food.

But the meat from the ancient mythological period tasted good just by roasting it casually.

Like, like the two fish he caught from the Huai River before.

A taste hidden in distant memories suddenly emerged, causing Wei Yuan's mouth to secrete a lot of saliva, and the stomach acid in his stomach was almost burning. He could only swallow large mouthfuls of food to fill his stomach. As soon as he recalled that taste, everything tasted like wax.

At this time, he missed Yu even more. Although he only knew how to bake when cooking, he could catch anything.

When he was full, Wei Yuan muttered some names of strange beasts from the mountains and seas.

Looking at the time, he suddenly thought of a problem. Another day had passed, but Wu Zhiqi hadn't urged him to deliver new spare batteries? Not to mention the spare batteries for the computer, the power bank for the phone should also be used up.

Wei Yuan poured himself a cup of tea and sent a message to Wu Zhiqi.

"Need batteries?"

About five minutes later, Wu Zhiqi replied: "No need."

Wei Yuan was surprised and suspiciously asked: "Really don't need them?"

Wu Zhiqi calmly replied: "I am a god."

Gods are omnipotent.

Wei Yuan shook his head and smiled. Well, since he didn't need them, he wouldn't deliver them for the time being. Could it be that Wu Zhiqi had changed his nature? Since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't care about it and focused on breathing exercises and meditating to practice qi.

Under the Huai River.

Wu Zhiqi put down his phone and focused on the computer.

He still remembered the time when he tried to charge his phone with Yin Water Lightning and blew it up. Now, he had found the reason.

He typed on the keyboard.

'The reason why the phone exploded when charging'

"So it's because the voltage is unstable…"

After thinking for a while, Wu Zhiqi continued to search: 'Working principle of voltage stabilizer'.

'Working principle of transformer'.

He carefully read each word.

In the era he lived in, the use of supernatural powers and spells was still extremely crude and primitive. Big and strong was authority, and power was everything. Now, humans used various mechanisms to tame lightning, doing all kinds of wonderful things. In his opinion, this was also a kind of magic. Since it was the use and taming of lightning, what humans could do, there was no reason why he, as a god, couldn't do.

He was a god!

Wu Zhiqi had his own arrogance in his heart.

He was a born saint!

He was the master of an extremely powerful divine system, one of the four rivers.

The Water Lord of the Huai River system, called the Disaster Lord by all things.

Then he lowered his head and continued to study the principle of voltage stabilization.

No one knew that the Huai Whirlpool Water Lord was developing magic for the first time to prevent power outages while playing games.

So he wanted to develop a method to charge his computer.

Preferably a method where a magic seal could directly fill it up.

Wu Zhiqi watched for a while and glanced at the related searches next to him—

Hydroelectric power generation system.

"Water? Can generate electricity?"

This was a good thing.

Wu Zhiqi watched for a while, lost in thought.

Could Wei Yuan get one over?

After thinking for a while, he searched—

'How to get your parents to get you a hydroelectric power generation system?'

He paused and added at the end: 'A big one, like the ones in the picture search.'

Click, search!

…………………………

Unaware that Wu Zhiqi was planning to study magic to charge electrical appliances in order to save charging time, Wei Yuan entered an extremely regular life in the following days, cultivating, eating, and after using up the previous divine decree, he used the remaining divine power in the seal to draw another decree for self-protection, and never touched it again.

He was just quietly waiting for the completion of Wu Yu's and Yin Shang's sacrificial ceremony.

But before the sacrifice began, unexpected guests came to visit.

Ding-ling—

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the bell, the museum door was pushed open.

Outside the door were Zhang Hao, and the police officer Zhu Hongmiao, whom Wei Yuan had seen a few days ago, who was investigating the old Yīng Dǎo man. The two walked in. Zhang Hao was already familiar with the place, but Zhu Hongmiao was a little restrained. When he saw Wei Yuan, he was surprised. Only then did he know that the senior Zhang Hao mentioned was the person who appeared that day, and he couldn't help but whispered:

"It's you?"

Wei Yuan was also a little surprised by Zhu Hongmiao's appearance and nodded with a smile.

He invited them to sit down, then poured tea for the two of them. Remembering something, he jokingly asked:

"Zhang Hao, was what I told you before useful?"

What he said was his previous suggestion to Zhang Hao to propose halving the experimental group when asking the girl he liked out on a date. Zhang Hao's face flushed slightly, obviously Wei Yuan's suggestion had worked, then he quickly restrained his emotions and thanked him:

"Ahem, Curator Wei, your… er, I mean, metaphysics, is indeed very effective."

"But we came to you this time because of something else."

His expression turned serious and he said:

"It should be because Curator Wei, you captured that person from Yīng Dǎo before, right?"

"I heard Hongmiao mention the situation. After thinking about it, it can only be you, Curator."

Wei Yuan nodded: "Yes, it was me. What's wrong?"

Zhang Hao said: "The person you captured, Curator, should be the leader of a shrine in Yīng Dǎo, who sneaked into China, deliberately plotting harm. We searched and disposed of the things he was carrying that might contain evil spirits, and finally found something special, 'people'."

He stretched out his hand, in which was an upside-down magic artifact, then tossed it upwards.

He cast a magic seal, and the magic artifact emitted a flowing light.

Then, a pale-faced young Taoist priest with bloodstains on his clothes appeared in the museum. His eyes were pale, without pupils, and there was a haze of black air on his face. Starting from his neck, there were bulging blood vessels, like pythons coiled around his neck, rising and falling, which was frightening. This person seemed to be struggling, but was bound by chains formed by talismans and could not move.

Zhang Hao said: "This was found on that old guy. It's a drug man."

He paused and said: "He is a cultivator of the Taiping sect." (Taiping - Great Peace)

"A true inheritor."

In that instant, Zhang Hao felt an unspeakable change in aura, making his back cold. He controlled himself not to turn his head, not to look at the ancient nine-section staff next to him, and pretended not to know anything, staring straight ahead, his eyes fixed on the front, and said:

"According to the Celestial Master's instructions, this person will be handed over to Curator Wei first."

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and Zhang Hao felt an indescribable oppression, making it difficult to breathe.

After a long time, he heard the museum curator in front of him speak, his tone calm, but it made his palms tremble:

"…I see."

"So he cultivates the Taiping Dao…" (Taiping Dao - Way of Great Peace)

ps: Today's first update… Three thousand five hundred words, thank you to Longhu Mountain Xiaojiu Cai for the ten thousand reward, thank you~