Embarrassed silence.

The two people and the cat, who had been tangled together, separated in an instant.

The young Daoist’s face was flushed. He cupped his fist in salute, wanting to speak, but he didn’t know what form of address would be appropriate. Judging by appearances, should he call her Madam? But if she wasn’t, wouldn’t that be a great offense? He was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

The black cat feigned grievance.

But it found that it couldn't move.

Turning its head, it saw streams of qi directly ensnaring its ankles.

Wei Yuan ignored the black cat’s gaze, his face upright and unwavering.

He said, "Jue, you’re back. Your glasses are…"

He was referring to the glasses worn by the girl. High ponytail, thin-rimmed glasses, which added a touch of modern feminine intellect to the original gentle and quiet girl. Jue reached out and adjusted her glasses, imperceptibly raised her head, and smiled:

"Non-prescription. I saw them on the way back, thought they looked good, so I tried them on.”

Wei Yuan examined her and gave a thumbs up:

"Perfect."

The corners of the girl’s eyes curved downward. Still maintaining the elegance and tranquility of Kunlun, she pursed her lips and smiled in thanks.

Then she crouched down and touched the black cat’s head, saying, "What exactly happened..."

The black cat was about to speak.

Wei Yuan’s mouth twitched and he said, "You, shut up."

“I know who saw it.”

The water ghost, who was drinking cola, froze.

Then Wei Yuan’s gaze swept past him and landed in a corner, saying, "Please come out for a moment. What exactly happened back then?" In everyone’s sight, a soul with a slightly blueish complexion walked out, one of the museum’s three major original inhabitants.

The painter sister who died from pesticide poisoning, and had been frequently visiting Yu Ji's studio recently.

She smiled shyly.

Then she picked up her drawing board and quickly sketched a picture.

On the picture, in the museum, in front of the refrigerator door, a black cat strolled over leisurely.

Then immediately came the second picture.

The black cat casually opened the refrigerator door.

The contempt and disdain on the cat’s face were obvious.

The third picture, the fourth picture, perfectly recreated the black cat’s crime process. The black cat stared wide-eyed, blankly looking at the soul. It hadn’t even noticed it at the time? That was impossible. The water ghost watched in stunned silence, giving a thumbs up and saying:

"Sister, steady!"

"Drink cola."

"No, iced cola. Sister drinks iced cola."

………………

The Heavenly Maiden Jue helplessly watched Wei Yuan, who was determined to argue with the black cat.

She lifted the gifts in her hand and said, "This time, I brought back some fish as well."

"Is it for lunch? That’s perfect."

Wei Yuan opened it and saw that he didn't know where the girl had brought them from. These fish were sealed in ice, and the inside of the ice was still flowing water, emitting spiritual energy that, although not comparable to that fish king, was still clear.

Wei Yuan knew that the girl was visiting friends, but he didn’t expect her to bring back these things.

But speaking of which, Jue was, after all, the Heavenly Maiden of Kunlun Mountain. It was normal for her to be acquainted with the gods of the Age of Gods. Wei Yuan processed the dishes while instructing the happy young Daoist Ah Xuan to buy chili peppers. The black cat was held by a rope, and unwillingly stretched out its sharp claws.

With a snap, Wei Yuan placed the kitchen knife directly against the black cat’s neck.

So the black cat retracted its claws again.

Wei Yuan’s mouth curved slightly.

Just kidding.

Me? A crouching tiger!

Judging monsters and gods.

With human and material evidence, there was no way the black cat would get to taste a piece of fish today.

The Heavenly Maiden Jue called Yu Ji over, wandered to Wei Yuan’s side, watched him skillfully process the fish, and spaced out for a while, saying, "By the way, Yuan, there’s something else I want to tell you." Wei Yuan, taking a break from his busyness, looked at the girl leaning against the door and smiled, "What is it?"

Jue said, "This time when I went out, I went to see some old friends. They were also curious about my current life, and some friends even invited me to live with them for a long time."

Wei Yuan’s movements paused and he said, "You agreed?"

"Of course not."

Wei Yuan’s movements returned to normal, and he said with a bit of a joke, "Of course not, if you leave, they won't be able to eat what I make anywhere else. That’s a big loss.” The black cat unwillingly said, "Those are gods of the Age of Gods, you want to compare your cooking skills to theirs with your meager abilities?"

Wei Yuan glanced at it and said, "They can come and compete."

"See if they're convinced."

He muttered in his heart. If they were human-shaped, they could bring their own ingredients. If they were beast-shaped... then beast-shaped wouldn't need to. But these were, after all, Jue’s old friends. Wei Yuan just complained in his heart and didn’t say it out loud, still processing the ingredients swiftly.

Jue said, "They’re not very good at cooking either, definitely not as good as you, Yuan."

"That's right."

"But they’re still a little worried about me, so they made an agreement to visit after a while."

Wei Yuan was stunned and said, "Your friends from the Age of Gods, are coming here?"

Jue nodded and said, "Yes, they want to see what the place where I live now is like."

Her voice paused, and the girl said apologetically:

"Actually, there's also a little bit of my own personal idea."

"They’ve also been asleep for a long time, and haven’t woken up for very long. They’re very unfamiliar with the current human world. The human world has changed too much. I think, instead of letting them use their old ways to interact with the current human world, it’s better for them to come here and let you act as a bridge."

"What do you think, Yuan?"

Gods of the Age of Gods.

Wei Yuan pondered slightly. In this era of rapidly reviving spiritual energy and the approaching of the various realms of the mountains and seas, if he could build a good relationship with the gods who were still in the human world, or in the blessed lands near the human world, he would have more confidence in the face of future dangers.

This could be considered a rare opportunity.

Wei Yuan replied, "If your friends want to come, and I'm your friend too, of course I'm welcome."

He smiled and said, "Actually, you didn't have to tell me the second reason. As long as they come here, I'll definitely help."

The Heavenly Maiden Jue shook her head and said, "Wouldn't that be equivalent to using you?"

She said frankly, "Things that should be said still need to be said clearly. Otherwise, if you leave a little bit of a grudge, even if it's just a little bit, you might not care about it once, but it will accumulate more and more. One day, you won't be able to go back to the past. I read history books, and too many people become estranged like this."

"I hope that we can be open and honest with each other, without any grudges."

The girl answered seriously.

Wei Yuan, on the other hand, felt a little guilty.

He could only smile and say, "Of course."

"But, who are these friends of yours? Is it convenient to talk about them?"

Jue thought for a moment and smiled, "I can tell you, but not yet."

"Because I'm afraid you'll be pressured. After all, their identities, for you, can be said to be very significant. But I can tell you in advance that they all have a deep relationship with the descendants of Yan and Huang, and are absolutely friendly gods."

"You can rest assured about this."

Wei Yuan didn’t delve into it, nodded, and said, "Then I look forward to meeting them."

He thought of the gods of the Age of Gods and felt a little anticipation, smiling freely:

"When the time comes, I'll definitely leave them with a good impression."

………………

Ah Xuan quickly bought the chili peppers.

However, Wei Yuan didn’t expect how Ah Xuan managed to bring back the spiciest batch of chili peppers from the entire vegetable market from the hands of the aunties. He could only attribute it to a regional talent. Hu Ming wasn’t around, so he only invited Yu Ji over. Wei Yuan made a stir-fry with two kinds of chili peppers, a chopped pepper fish head, steamed rice, and finally, pulled noodles for the soup.

The spiritual energy of these fish wasn’t as good as the eight-hundred-year-old carp king.

But the taste was softer and more tender. Or rather, because these were just fish with spiritual energy, they were easier to flavor and could bring out the flavor of dishes like chopped pepper fish head more perfectly – soft, tender, fresh, fragrant, and spicy.

The Heavenly Maiden Jue held her bowl, looked at the table full of red dishes, and felt that the tip of her tongue was aching.

Miscalculated.

She felt that if it weren’t for the non-prescription glasses, she might have been so stimulated by the spiciness that she would have shed tears.

She was the youngest Heavenly Maiden of Kunlun Mountain, the long wind of the high heavens. On Kunlun Mountain, she usually ate lightly.

So spicy.

She couldn’t bear it.

Cultivation often represented the improvement of the five senses and abilities, which also meant that she could better experience the beauty of flowers and the ripples of water, and also better feel that spiciness.

Her gaze fell, and she saw the young Daoist boy holding a bowl of white rice, saw him pouring the spicy soup on the rice, then spreading a layer of tender fish, then a layer of green and red peppers, and then happily started scooping it up with a spoon. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy’s face was slightly red from the spiciness, but his appetite was even greater.

Jue’s gaze narrowed slightly, and she couldn’t bring herself to put down the chopsticks she was about to put down.

Even a young Daoist boy was like this.

She couldn’t handle the spiciness, but she had to maintain the demeanor of Kunlun Mountain.

Can't lose composure, can't lose composure, can't lose composure...

The girl used her immense willpower to control herself from immediately putting down her bowl to find a drink, but it was really spicy. At this moment, Wei Yuan suddenly put down his chopsticks, took a couple of breaths, stood up and said, "I can't take it anymore, it's too spicy, these chili peppers are too strong."

"I'm going to get a drink, who else wants one?"

"Ah Xuan, do you want one? You do? Okay, Jue, do you want one? If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes."

Wei Yuan seemed to be very affected by the spiciness and went to the refrigerator in a hurry.

Finally, he put down a bottle of cola for Ah Xuan, and tea for Yu Ji. Jue reached out to take it, impatiently, but still had to maintain her elegance and gentleness. She opened the lid and took a sip, and was stunned for a moment. It was chilled pure milk, and the original spiciness was quickly stopped.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Wei Yuan, the latter tilted his head back and gulped down tea, not looking over.

………………

After eating.

The young Daoist took the initiative to take the bowls and chopsticks to clean up.

Wei Yuan also said he would help.

Yu Ji went back to her studio first. Jue relaxed for a while, originally intending to go back directly, but after thinking about it, she also wanted to tell Wei Yuan, so she walked to the kitchen and heard the young Daoist Ah Xuan grumbling, "Wei Museum Master, I have a question."

"What is it?"

The young Daoist scratched his head and said, "When you were on the mountain before, you were clearly very good at eating spicy food. These chili peppers can’t even compare to what Senior Brother planted. Why did you suddenly say you couldn’t take it anymore and had to get a drink?"

Wei Yuan grinned, tapped the young Daoist on the head, and said:

"Why think so much at such a young age?"

"Clean up your things, and I'll find you a place to live."

"Alright."

Wei Yuan noticed a soft sound outside. When he came out, he found that the guests had already left. He shook his head, not paying attention, and sent the young Daoist to Hu Ming’s bookstore next door. Although Hu Ming wasn’t around, Wei Yuan had Hu Ming’s keys, entrusted by the old fox to occasionally help take care of it.

He also sent a message to Hu Ming to tell him about this.

After everything was done, the sky was dim.

Wei Yuan closed the museum door and looked at the scenery outside the window in his room.

The night was peaceful and serene.

It was time to pay a visit to those who wanted to develop the Emperor’s Mausoleum.

In the name of the Black Ice Terrace (Hei Bing Tai).

ps: Second update today… three thousand four hundred words, thanks to 丨Sparrow丨 for the ten thousand reward, thank you~

By the way, this month’s fan title event has also started, there are a total of fifty titles, if you are interested, you can go and take a look~