Black and crimson clothing, perfectly worn by a woman with a heroic and sharp temperament.

The woman was leaning down, one hand outstretched, intending to kiss the tall man.

Of course, that was the intention. But now, her movements were frozen. Even someone as valiant as she was had ears gradually turning red, forcing her to turn away, unable to look at him any longer.

Wei Yuan was silent.

Xiang Hongyu was silent.

The air was thick with an awkwardness that made you want to dig out a three-bedroom apartment with your toes.

Then Wei Yuan took half a step back, his expression unchanged, and said politely, "Sorry, wrong door."

He turned, closed the door, and reached out.

To shove Bai Ze out.

All in one smooth motion!

Go!

………………

After a good while, he opened the door again. Wei Yuan, carrying Bai Ze, who was muttering about how he’d said not to come, that it would be bad luck, walked inside. Yu Ji wasn't there, and Xiang Hongyu hadn't come out either. Xiang Hongyu's younger brother, Xiang Hongbao, greeted Wei Yuan and Bai Ze.

Speaking of which, this guy, who was on good terms with Zhang Hao, hadn't been to the museum for a free meal in a long time. He seemed to be tinkering with the so-called ritual that Feng Siyu had passed on to them.

But this time, Wei Yuan was quite startled by the meeting.

Although Xiang Hongbao wasn't fat before, he had a normal build, completely different from Xiang Hongyu. Xiang Hongbao basically just had a slightly chubby face, and his abdominal muscles were all one, but once he put on clothes, he looked like an ordinary modern person.

After all, a Shinto priest or something wouldn't train in martial arts much.

But this time, Xiang Hongbao was not only not fat at all, but his jawline was also defined, and his eyes even seemed bigger. He was visibly much leaner, like a condensed version of himself. Wei Yuan hesitated, "Have you been practicing martial arts lately?"

"Could it be that all thirty-two elective martial arts skills from compulsory education have been passed on to you?"

The thirty-two elective martial arts included elementary school meditation and Qi refining.

Middle school students began to practice basic martial arts.

The community also offered free lectures twice a week.

Among them, the skills chosen were all practical for daily life.

For example, Refining Iron Hand and Iron Sand Palm were very popular among chefs, sugar figure sculptors, and roasted chestnut masters, as they could practice their skills while earning money. Taiyi Fist, which used coiling force, was popular among scarf-knitting enthusiasts. Of course, skills like seeing in all directions and hearing in all directions, and the footwork of the Misty Steps, were compulsory courses for gossip enthusiasts.

"No."

Xiang Hongbao replied.

"Then you..."

"Oh, you mean I've lost weight." Xiang Hongbao said triumphantly.

"The gods have finally responded to us!"

"Gods?"

Wei Yuan subconsciously thought of the one in the West, and then realized that he was referring to the one modified by Feng Siyu, which should be Zhurong. Had that guy awakened? Then Xiang Hongbao said, "Although we only have a one-way communication method, with the help of the Angel, we completed our Great Qin Jingjiao's new cultivation method today!"

"This is the result!"

Xiang Hongbao raised his hand and threw a punch.

He demonstrated a few moves.

To be honest, the force of the punch was ordinary, the moves were ordinary, and overall, the smoothness, destructive power, and the lingering force of the energy were all quite mediocre. The energy refined from the moves and fists was not as good as the Taiyi Fist taught in the community, which was still the Wudang's entry-level fist technique that combined martial arts and Daoism, with profound principles.

The only thing special was that the energy cultivated was pure and fundamental, without any impurities, and quite solid.

In this respect, it was comparable to the direct lineage of Buddhism and Taoism. There was basically no need to worry about reverse cultivation or cultivation deviation.

Wei Yuan was curious, "How do you practice it?"

Xiang Hongbao gave a thumbs up, "Refining the great medicine of the human body."

"The human body has mysteries. After consuming all things, refine them with the gods as a furnace..."

He spoke with great interest about certain things. At first, it was still the direct lineage of Buddhism and Taoism, but later Wei Yuan felt more and more that something was wrong. The fundamental reason for this cultivation method was that the reason why external elixirs had elixir toxins was because they were grown by others. If they came from oneself, then there would be no such worries.

Who could say that their own fat was poisonous?

And the so-called fat was the state of storing heat and energy.

In other words, eating high-calorie foods and then gaining weight to store fat.

Borrowing the power of Zhurong to refine it into energy to temper one's own body and transform it into inner Qi. Of course, it would be hard work, but first of all, this method was entirely from oneself, so it was naturally pure and without impurities. Secondly, although the cultivation method was ordinary in all aspects,

It was strangely without a threshold.

As long as you could eat, you could cultivate.

After cultivating, you would basically be hungry and continue to eat.

And it had to be food that was high in oil, high in salt, high in sugar, and high in fat, in other words, high in energy.

Gaining weight, and then borrowing the divine power of Zhurong to use your own fat to cultivate.

There was no threshold, everyone could cultivate it, the speed was slower, but the true Qi was pure and without impurities.

Letting fat be re-employed, or rather, cultivating this method would make even Taotie call you an expert.

In other words, you could completely switch to any other cultivation method in the future. It was a method that took refining essence to transform Qi to the extreme. You could even cultivate this method while practicing orthodox Taoism, using the refined energy to promote Taoist body refinement techniques.

The theoretical limit was that even if you ate a mammoth, you could forcibly refine it, washing your body with thick Qi and blood, greatly increasing your strength, and constantly breaking through the limits of your physical body. Therefore, your appetite would become larger and larger, you could eat more and more things, and you would continue to become stronger, almost without end.

You become stronger by eating, and you can eat more by becoming stronger.

It was like exploiting a bug.

It was almost perfectly adapted to the Chinese foodie bloodline.

Wei Yuan's expression was strange. He didn't know why he felt that this cultivation method was particularly familiar.

"Where did it come from?"

Xiang Hongbao said triumphantly, "Just now. We've actually been stuck in a bottleneck all along. When we were on the phone just now, Miss Feng Siyu, and another guy who claimed to be from the Jinyun Clan, just called me and explained the modified cultivation method to me."

?!!!

Wei Yuan was stunned.

Jinyun Clan? Wait… Jinyun Clan?

Holy crap, Taotie?!

No wonder it's so familiar?!

You can get stronger just by eating!

You get stronger by eating delicious food! The more you eat, the stronger you become!

The higher the oil, sugar, and calories, the more delicious it is, and the better the effect.

Did this bastard escape from Kunlun Mountain?

The Taotie's concept, plus Zhurong's authority blessing, became this extraordinary cultivation method that was easy to popularize, although the cultivation results were mediocre. To be honest, this was easier to spread than the old Taoist's hard-thinking Yin-Yang dual cultivation effect.

Was the effect good? Other than the gentle inner force that didn't lead to cultivation deviation, it was quite ordinary.

But would you ask those foodies if they would practice it?

At least Xiang Hongbao was very confident in this so-called *Devouring Heaven and Earth Great Art*, but when Wei Yuan thought that this cultivation method was created by Taotie, he felt something strange. What was going on? In the future, China wouldn't need to fight. Faced with countless delicacies from the *Classic of Mountains and Seas*, would it be a plan for 1.3 billion Taoties to come out of the cage?

Although Wei Yuan himself knew that this cultivation method would definitely not reach the level of Taotie.

Strictly speaking, this cultivation method was not a combat-oriented one at all.

This belonged to the auxiliary type, life type, and also had a health-preserving type.

Although it was developed by one of the strongest ferocious gods.

But the scene of those 1.3 billion Taoties escaping from China and running to the wilderness still couldn't help but flash before his eyes. If there were really 1.3 billion Taoties, then the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* and the wilderness would definitely run away overnight. This thing was too scary.

And theoretically, it was possible.

Just like the ruthless Heavenly Dao and the military strategist's bloody path, this outrageous cultivation concept actually had the potential to directly reach the realm of a ferocious god, tear apart demon gods, and control the terrifying height of mythological concepts. Taotie was right there, okay?

A cultivation method with an upper limit of the Four Perils level of combat power, with the potential to reach the mythological concept.

It couldn't be denied that this was definitely a peerless divine art.

The upper limit was extremely high.

And the lower limit and entry level were so low that it was outrageous.

Even if it initially needed to borrow Zhurong's divine power, it would inevitably find other methods by itself when cultivated to the middle stage. Of course, it would probably be quite difficult to improve this cultivation method to its peak, but at least there would be no problems in the most basic stage.

Just eat.

Using the most brutal method, but without any sequelae, to complete the foundation.

Then, use the refined pure inner Qi to switch to other Buddhist and Taoist cultivation methods without obstacles.

It almost instantly saved the time of laying the foundation.

Wei Yuan couldn't help but ponder, could it be that Taotie's brain was actually very good?

Xiang Hongbao talked eloquently, just like an old brother who came to sell something, "Moreover, how many rich people's diseases are there in humans now? Not to mention others, cultivating our cultivation method, what obesity, high blood sugar, and high blood lipids will definitely be swept away. This is a great thing that benefits the country and the people."

Indeed, it was impossible for the method created by Taotie to cause high blood lipids.

The oil and sugar were all in the stomach.

Wei Yuan complained and subconsciously asked, "What about high blood pressure?"

"Ah, this..."

Xiang Hongbao's tone stagnated for a moment, and said, "There's no cure for that."

"You can only stay away from the guys who raise your blood pressure."

Wei Yuan: "…………"

He nodded without changing his expression, "I understand."

But in that case, it seemed that the human race's production capacity alone was a bit insufficient.

"However, *Devouring Heaven and Earth Great Art* sounds like an evil method. Why not change the name?"

"Hmm? What you said makes sense, Curator Wei. But what's a better name?"

Wei Yuan pondered:

"How about *Strengthening Stomach and Promoting Digestion Skill*?"

………………

To be honest, the name was really important.

In an instant, the level of this cultivation method went from an evil sect's supreme art, directly pointing to the concept of mythology, the prototype of a peerless divine art for refining the great medicine of the human body, and directly fell to the level of the thirty-second set of radio exercises. It was a basic skill that looked quite harmless, beneficial, and could be practiced occasionally.

But Xiang Hongbao's train of thought realized that this seemed easier to spread.

For example, it would be quite silly to say that you were a certain someone with a Snowy Sword, Fluttering.

But if you said, I'm Gou Dan'er from the neighbor's second uncle's house.

The feeling of familiarity would come up immediately.

Over there, Xiang Hongyu finally sorted out his emotions and pushed the door open. His features were extremely bold and tough, with a domineering air. When Bai Ze saw Xiang Hongyu and Yu Ji, his thoughts froze, and his mind went blank. At this time, he used his authority and took a glance.

Hegemon King Xiang Yu reincarnated, and due to accidental interference, he had cultivated the peak spear technique from before his death in his previous life.

Hegemon King?

Bai Ze, with dark circles under his eyes, turned his head stiffly, bit by bit.

He saw the museum curator next to him, greeting the two of them with a gentle and polite smile.

He saw that the curator had a rare elegant temperament, and his right hand was drooping down, his five fingers slightly clenched, and a tape recorder slipped down.

His hair was as black as ink, his eyebrows were like swords and his eyes were like stars, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

Between his fair fingers, the tape recorder danced like an elf.

His temperament was like a seated white fox spirit.

Bai Ze recalled the wild words he had said before, such as how Xiang Yu would be rubbed into one hundred and eight poses by Han Xin. He turned his head and looked at the Hegemon King and Yu Ji, cold sweat dripping from his temples. With a snap, Wei Yuan put his right hand on Bai Ze's shoulder and introduced him, "This is my good friend, Bai Ze."

"He will help Hongyu's spear skills improve further, right?!"

The museum curator smiled and looked at Bai Ze next to him.

The veins on Bai Ze's forehead bulged, and a smiling mask appeared on his face.

His right hand also pressed heavily on Wei Yuan's shoulder, and he nodded happily in agreement.

"Ah, yes, yes, you're right."

The two of them turned around in unison, putting their arms around each other's shoulders, facing away from Xiang Hongyu and Yu Ji.

Their shoulders bumped into each other.

The veins on their foreheads bulged.

Bai Ze sneered, "You bastard, you're plotting against me!!!"

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, "You salted fish, don't even think about coming here, turning around, and running away. Your plan was just to come up with an idea and then pass the buck, right?! Don't forget, I've written the *Classic of Mountains and Seas*. How could I not know what kind of personality you have?"

Bai Ze's plan to pass the buck and slip away was shattered.

Especially since this guy had another tape recorder in his hand.

With a rustle, it scattered, directly turning from one into five like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

"I've already backed it up and posted it online."

"You want to pass the buck to me and go have fun yourself, let me do the work? Don't even think about it."

"??!"

Bai Ze, with his black natural curls, directly pinched Wei Yuan's chin with his right hand, pushing up the flesh on Wei Yuan's cheeks with his five fingers, almost grieving to the point of looking up to the sky and roaring. Even the Mysterious Lady and Xuanyuan didn't have such shrewd minds. Who exactly taught this bastard?

"You b*stard..."

In this kind of playfulness similar to 'friends', Wei Yuan didn't resist. A swordsman master was still a person, and it would be boring to keep up appearances. His face was pinched into a chubby baby face, and he said, "Want to run? Now you're also a companion."

"Give me your best effort to think about how to improve China's strength."

He was almost about to paste the words 'Work overtime, Bai Ze' on his forehead.

In fact, Bai Ze had already fallen into the trap.

Not to mention Lord Wu'an, as the accessory of the First Emperor and Zhuge Wuhou, he basically had to serve as a deputy.

And the deputies of these two basically only had the possibility of dying from overwork.

The voices were exchanged using the method of sound transmission, and the two people behind them did not pry out of politeness.

"They have a really good relationship."

Xiang Hongyu sighed.

After a moment, Wei Yuan and Bai Ze turned around.

Wei Yuan himself had not intended to do this. As for collecting black history, it must be said that this was only a hobby of the Tu Shan Clan. But before that, a sentence from Zhu Jiuyin appeared in his mind, which made him immediately change his mind - Yuan Tiangang, the former first magician of China and the direct initiator of the Martial Temple Plan, had not appeared since sending Nüba into the Dragon Tiger Mountain.

It seemed that he did not intend to enter the current situation in the human world.

And that sentence was -

"In fact, there are many things in the world that have no shortcuts. Perhaps, status can be achieved through shortcuts, relying on the fox to exploit the tiger's might, but the fox cannot obtain the power of the tiger itself. Knowledge requires reading and thinking, and strength, speed, and cultivation are all done step by step."

"If there is no will to match the power, even if one obtains powerful power for some reason, one will not be able to control it."

"It is like a three-year-old child driving a chariot with nine azure dragons, and in the end, it will only perish."

"So Bai Ze is a useless person."

"He does not have the capacity of a hero."

"Nor does he have the will to grow from an ordinary person into a hero."

"However, Bai Ze knows all the methods to become stronger, which means..."

Zhu Jiuyin, who did not enter the human world, said calmly.

"He can."

"Let Xiang Yu, the Hegemon King of Western Chu, completely surpass his own legend."

"Then, transcend fate."

In a lucid dream, the gray-robed man had deep eyes, his sleeves fluttering, as if he were an ordinary storyteller.

Only his five fingers were white, his knuckles were protruding, and in his hand he held a stone tablet that should have been crushed to pieces by the Nine Nether Dragon of Zhuzhao himself, and countless fragments scattered into the void -

The Hetu Luoshu.

ps: Today's second update…………

Zhu Jiuyin did not completely annihilate the Hetu Luoshu, but threw it into the time rift in the dragon scales of the Zhulong Dharma idol after shattering it.

In other words, it was thrown into his own dragon scales.

Chapter 534