Two pairs of eyes met, and Buzhou Mountain God felt a thump in his heart.

Crap!

I'm exposed!

This young man is too stubborn; he's actually scheming against me, the old man.

Buzhou Mountain God secretly hated it.

To design against me like this.

Could this young man be a fox cub?

His peripheral vision quickly swept across the Imperial Consort Chang Xi over there. If he were to awaken, Dijun would definitely appear in the future. Not to mention the fiery Xi He, the quiet and aloof Chang Xi would probably be happy to accompany Dijun on a visit.

At that time, his disguise would be completely blown, and his reputation ruined.

Wouldn't I, a dignified top ten powerhouse, become the weakest of the top ten?

Become a disgrace to the top ten?

No, absolutely not!

Moreover, after waking up, the Imperial Consort Chang Xi and this fox cub from the human race would definitely be wary of me, so the conflicts and quarrels between them would be restrained by a bit, which wouldn't be as interesting... ah, I mean, not as meaningful, no way.

To wake up, or to watch the drama, that is the question.

But it's not really a choice at all.

Old Man Buzhou Mountain made a decisive decision, his eyes glazed over, his gaze no longer focused, and with a breath-holding technique comparable to that of Fuxi, he directly played dead. His eyes didn't even reflect the figure of the fox cub in front of him, as if he had only opened his eyes because his body was stimulated.

Wei Yuan lowered his head, unable to discern the change in aura.

As a member of the new generation of this era, he was still far behind Buzhou Mountain God, who supported the heavens and could move mountains and seas. He wondered, "...Did he open his eyes because the needle went too deep and stimulated his meridians?"

"Still couldn't wake him up."

Wei Yuan regretted, and then used wind and water techniques to wipe the old man's body, shielded Chang Xi, and took out the clean clothes he had bought outside earlier, replacing the old man's tattered linen clothes with comfortable blue cloth.

"Seriously, I wanted to say it yesterday, this old man's family has problems."

"They don't even take care of him."

He changed several basins of water while washing the old man's hair.

It was as if he had been buried in that mountain for hundreds of years.

The water that came out wasn't water at all, but basin after basin of mud.

Finally, Wei Yuan massaged the muscles and bones of the old man's back to clear his blood and energy. Because of his own injuries, he broke out in a cold sweat. On the other hand, the white-haired old man had his meridians cleared with qi, washed up, and changed into warm clothes.

He finally didn't look like he had been picked up from the mountains.

Chang Xi watched coldly, seeing Wei Yuan grimacing in pain and sitting on the ground, sweat pouring down his forehead, and said, "You can barely take care of yourself, yet you still have the leisure to take care of others, human. You are different from how you behaved on the battlefield."

Wei Yuan sat on the chair and grinned, "There's nothing different."

"After all, I knocked this old man down, so it's right to take care of him."

"I can't just walk away."

Chang Xi sneered.

Wei Yuan recovered a little, moved his body, and packed up the materials he had prepared earlier. Imperial Consort Chang Xi found it boring even to watch, and supported her chin with one hand. Even when transformed into a mortal, the brilliance in her eyes was still captivating. She said, "What are you going to do?"

Wei Yuan chopped the ingredients one by one. At this time, he didn't need to think about other things, so he felt relaxed and happy. He said, "The method that Zhujiuyin mentioned."

He pointed to the shocking penetrating wound on his body.

The will of a powerful being, the imprint of the great sun overriding the sky. The great sun of the Great Wilderness is a direct projection of the core of many small worlds. If he didn't find a way to heal the injury, it would probably stay with Wei Yuan for a hundred years, hundreds of years, or even a thousand years without disappearing.

Mythological concepts restrain each other.

The imperishable nature of Kunlun would only make such injuries more difficult to heal.

"The Great Sun is extremely yang, if you don't use something extremely yin and pure to disperse it..." When Wei Yuan said this, he didn't mean anything, but Imperial Consort Chang Xi snorted coldly, as if she was thinking of the Moon Essence Jade Dew that Zhujiuyin had mentioned. Wei Yuan didn't care and said, "I don't plan to rob you of your things either."

In the end, Wei Yuan couldn't do anything to Chang Xi.

In the current situation, between the human world and the Great Wilderness, Wei Yuan's relationship with Dijun was bad, but it was only in the stage of confrontation. If something happened to Chang Xi, the relationship would probably deteriorate directly to the point of no return. The human world couldn't withstand such a violent impact.

The Heavenly Emperor Dijun was currently only sending forces from the Great Wilderness to participate in the war.

If it really came to a point of no return, then the Heavenly Emperor, whose individual combat power was said to be the best in the Age of Gods, and could only be suppressed by Fuxi and Nuwa working together, would probably descend to the mortal world directly. If the Heavenly Emperor stepped into the human world, and Fuxi was overseas, his life or death unknown, and Nuwa had been missing for thousands of years, there was no one who could control him now.

And Wei Yuan was also worried that if he injured Chang Xi, Dijun would turn around and find Dayu.

Come on, let's hurt each other!

It was another kind of Tu Shan deterrence.

Wei Yuan slandered in his heart.

Publicly or privately, although he had kidnapped Chang Xi.

He also had to maintain a high standard of treatment for the prisoner.

Even rice porridge had to be served with pickled vegetables.

He, Wei Yuan, would even add a fried egg to the other person's instant noodles.

As for the injuries on his body, he could only choose another solution. There was nothing to hide: "Since it's impossible to resolve it with something extremely yin, then I can only use other methods to strip away this extremely yang energy. Zhujiuyin gave me several methods."

"The first method is to refine it with the vastness of the heavens, to nurture a Great Sun clone, to grasp part of the Golden Crow's authority. When the Golden Crow本体 (běntǐ - main body) is not present, it can transform illusion into reality, take control of part of the Great Sun's mythological concept, and grasp similar concept authorities such as high temperature, light, and speed. If you can find a small world, you can even exist as a pseudo-god."

Chang Xi frowned, "It's a very powerful method."

She evaluated fairly, "Are you going to choose this one?"

Wei Yuan said, "No."

Chang Xi was about to habitually mock him for being unrealistic and having too high of standards.

This method, which could heal the injuries and turn them into his own combat power, was already brilliant.

He didn't even look down on the means to directly replace the authority of the Great Sun in a small world, and so on.

Wei Yuan added, "I've killed similar Great Sun Gods in the human world."

"It's a bit difficult, but I can kill them."

Chang Xi: "…………"

After a moment of silence.

In the end, she just sneered and turned her head away.

"Heh..."

Wei Yuan thought of the Great Sun God of Beiyin and said, "The second method is to find the earth vein's baleful aura."

"Use the earth's yin energy to refine the Great Sun's heavenly yang, and finally transform it into a flame神通 (shéntōng - mystical power) that combines yin and yang, like earth fire incinerating the heavens, combining high temperature and fire poison. It's quite ruthless, and you can use this remaining flame to strike into the earth at once, directly creating a huge active volcano, belonging to a range-type神通 (shéntōng - mystical power)."

"This one also..." Chang Xi was about to speak, paused slightly, and said, "You won't choose it either."

"If you were going to choose it, you wouldn't have told me."

Wei Yuan smiled, "Smart."

"I've also released something similar on an island country in the human world."

"I can only say that it's pretty useful as a firework."

"Well, it's quite pretty."

Chang Xi was silent.

"What are you going to choose?"

Wei Yuan chopped the side dishes and placed them in a bowl, arranging them neatly. The small cart that had previously pushed Chang Xi down had been slightly modified into a very standard Shenzhou human snack cart. He smiled and said, "The third method is also the method that Zhujiuyin recommends the most. Use the human world's everyday life, the myriad lights of homes, to dissolve the Great Sun's high temperature."

"Then, with the human world's wish power of the myriad lights of homes, extract the Great Sun's flames, and perhaps you can make a lamp."

"Make a lamp?" Chang Xi pondered:

"There are many treasures in the shape of lamps."

"Can this lamp have神通 (shéntōng - mystical power) mysteries and communicate with the mythological concepts of heaven and earth?"

"No."

"Can it outline primordial qi and trigger natural disasters and changes in the weather for hundreds of miles?"

"It can't either."

Chang Xi disdainfully said, "Then Zhujiuyin's recommendation of this method to you doesn't seem to understand you very well. What's the use of a lamp made of the so-called human world's everyday life and the myriad lights of homes?"

Wei Yuan didn't refute her, but said softly:

"Zhujiuyin said that the road of the Nine Hells is cold and lonely, and life and death are quiet, like falling into a dark river, unable to see even a little bit of light. It's dark and silent. The souls in that stage are the most confused and unwilling. They haven't dissipated yet, but they can't condense either. They can't see the road ahead, and they can't see the road back. They can only stand in place with the last bit of their will, and dissipate in confusion."

"Although the light of this lamp is weak, perhaps it can illuminate a little bit of the road home for those who died in battle here."

"The road home?"

Chang Xi's expression changed slightly, "Is it a treasure for returning from the Nine Hells to the yang world?!"

"No, it can't return to the yang world."

Wei Yuan paused and thought of those heroic souls who had gone to the Great Wilderness battlefield with the determination to die, and replied, "At least, it can let them take one last look at the direction of their hometown."

"So I'm still very grateful for the choice Zhujiuyin gave me."

He thought of the tall, handsome woman in green shirt, and recalled the sentence in that flash of inspiration, 'This is a special treatment for the God of the Nine Hells'.

It had to be said that the choice the other party had given him was the path he would inevitably choose. He started to clean up the snack cart again. Chang Xi was pondering what Wei Yuan had just said, and watching Wei Yuan's actions, she sensed something was wrong:

"What are you planning to do?!"

Wei Yuan said as a matter of course, "Go out and set up a stall."

"The so-called myriad lights of homes are nothing more than being well-fed and clothed."

"Only the taste of home can truly transform into a guiding light for the final road."

"Coincidentally, I learned how to set up a stall from a guy before."

Chang Xi was stunned, "Then I..."

Wei Yuan said very straightforwardly, "I'm afraid you'll run away, and I'm afraid you'll tell the Great Wilderness."

Chang Xi was furious. Her clear eyes, like bright moons, widened, and her voice was still as beautiful as the collision of wind chimes: "I am the Heavenly Emperor's Imperial Consort. You want me to show my face and set up a stall with you?! Mortal, watch your words!"

With a clang.

Wei Yuan slammed the half of the Chang'an sword upside down on the table:

"Or, consider it?"

Chang Xi: "…………"

Imperial Consort Chang Xi retorted:

"And how can you be sure that the food you make will be liked by the people here?"

Wei Yuan was silent and said, "...Are you serious?"

Chang Xi recalled Zhujiuyin's previous fondness, and after a moment of silence, subconsciously said:

"Yeah, sorry..."

Wei Yuan: "Huh??!"

Chang Xi's expression remained unchanged, and then she silently looked away.

To actually say sorry, Chang Xi's personality is really different from that of Xi He, who causes the ten suns to rise in the sky.

At this time, Wei Yuan realized that the aloof Imperial Consort, apart from her identity as a god and her stance as a god, also had her own fresh personality, rather than a cold symbol high above. At least she was better than Xi He.

Wei Yuan said, "Besides, this doesn't count as showing your face."

He said, "According to the explanation of a big guy I know, I don't know how to explain showing your face, but if we're talking about throwing your head, he would definitely take his head off and throw it straight out. That's what you call throwing your head."

Wei Yuan muttered, thinking of Xing Tian's special separated head action.

Chang Xi: "??!"

Is that how you people in the human world play?

Under the effect of the diplomat's negotiation skills, Chang Xi finally gritted her teeth and went out to set up a stall with Wei Yuan.

After the two of them left.

The old man lying on the bed pretending to be dead silently counted the numbers, one, two, three...

Buzhou Mountain God slowly sat up, looked at the clothes on his body, even his white hair had been combed and tidied up. This was a rare experience in thousands of years. He was originally very unhappy with this kid. As a bystander, he had been bumped into once again. Even if he didn't suppress this guy under Buzhou Mountain for thousands of years, he wouldn't have a good face.

But this stinky kid seemed to be a pretty good person.

The old man looked at the clothes on his body and thought of Wei Yuan's care for him just now.

He sighed.

Then forget it, I'll reluctantly let him off this time. We two will each go our own way.

Take advantage of this opportunity and leave quickly.

He kidnapped Dijun's Imperial Consort.

This time, I don't know which general or god from the Great Wilderness will come after him.

Little guy, may you be blessed.

This old man won't get involved in this drama.

Buzhou Mountain God had a gloating intention.

It was like a badger that had been forked while eating melons, watching the other badgers in the other melon fields about to be forked.

It was that kind of feeling where I've already had bad luck, and now I'm especially happy to see other people have bad luck.

He stretched his waist, but found that his bones were a little better. Just as he was about to leave, his steps paused slightly. He saw a plate of freshly made food on the table. He had been unconscious for thousands of years, and suddenly smelled this faint and refreshing aroma. For some reason, he was actually a little hungry.

A feeling of hesitation and surprise appeared in his mind.

Unconsciously, he had already reached out and grabbed the chopsticks.

Looking at the delicious food over there, his thoughts raced.

I'll just eat one bite, just one bite.

I'll leave after I eat.

I definitely won't hesitate.

Heh, it's just a bite, just to fill my stomach.

I am Buzhou Mountain God, what haven't I seen?

Buzhou Mountain God convinced himself.

Then he picked up his chopsticks, picked up a chopstick-full, and casually put it in his mouth.

And in the long time to come, he would miss this moment all the time.

He was full of regret for the decision at this moment.

My hand...

Why couldn't I resist!

ps: Today's second update...