Chapter 178 Bai Ze: I'm Here to Apply for the Job

Bai Ze wore an incomparably confident and composed smile on his face.

He strode in with a sense of pride and arrogance that welled up from the depths of his heart.

Me?

A divine beast!

An accomplice... err, a cheat sheet for the Yellow Emperor!

What could mere mortal descendants, just human martial generals, possibly be?!

Watch closely, this is five thousand years of accumulated experience!

Bai Ze went inside.

He cheerfully announced, "Sorry to bother you!"

Old Mountain Lord was wiping his divine staff. The Qianlai Mountain God had finally recovered from the spiked wine the water ghost had given him, but his face was still extremely unpleasant. He was currently holding a wine cup and shoving it into his mouth. The Taiqi Mountain God sat upright, with a sword across his knees. He was the calmest and most collected of these gods.

Given the atmosphere, Changcheng could only slowly pack away his treasures.

The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.

Just at this moment, Bai Ze pushed open the door and entered.

A dashing entrance!

So the 'people' sitting in the museum, tense and ready for battle, subconsciously raised their heads and turned to look.

"Huh?!"

The smile on Bai Ze's face froze, and he turned his head stiffly.

He saw mountain gods suddenly looking up, saw familiar gods either wiping their weapons with cold expressions, or tilting their heads back to drink with extremely unpleasant expressions, their auras soaring to the sky. On his left were mountain gods, some holding blades, others drinking. On his right were water gods, with surging waves.

In the most important position was the Chongwu Mountain Lord, with his hands resting on his divine staff, his expression slightly沉.

Even the servants pouring wine over there were exuding divine aura.

One by one, the gods silently raised their heads, their eyes fixed on the refreshing Bai Ze, while casually wiping their weapons.

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

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

Bai Ze, transformed into his modern appearance, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase, said without changing his expression:

"Ah, everyone, are you interested in buying insurance?!"

"No, we're not."

"Then how about cosmetics?"

"Not those either?"

"Then I'm sorry, I came to the wrong door."

Bai Ze nodded.

He spoke politely and courteously.

At the same time, his right foot, which had stepped forward, naturally and skillfully made a turn, rotating his body and smoothly walking out the door without the slightest awkwardness, even considerately closing the museum door behind him.

The Qianlai Mountain God spilled the wine in his cup and came to his senses.

His eyes widened:

"Crap!"

"Bai Ze?!"

After leaving the museum, Bai Ze ran wildly, straight to the end of the street. With a flash, he hid, watching the mountain gods chasing after him, howling and rushing along the road. Bai Ze pressed his back tightly against the wall, his chest heaving rapidly, sweat pouring from his forehead —

What the hell!

Where am I?!

Why are there so many mountain gods and water gods?!

How did the most powerful people in the entire Xishan realm all gather here?!

Of course, he knew these mountain gods had come when he was captured.

But he never expected to run into them so directly.

Can you imagine that feeling after revealing someone's dirty history and then cheerfully pushing open the door? No, you can't. Then can you imagine owing hundreds of millions and then pushing open the door to find all your creditors having a big meeting?

No, you can't either.

Or, to put it less precisely.

A certain supreme Tauren chieftain and lover of handing out green hats pushes open the door.

And discovers that the guys he gave green hats to are holding hardware store specials and staring at him gloomily.

A free American zero-dollar shopping enthusiast kicks open the door.

And discovers that inside is the Russian special forces gun enthusiasts association.

'Azu, surrender, there are nothing but Uncle Longs outside.'

The pressure is just that strong.

Of course, Bai Ze, the number one useless person of the divine era, couldn't have done any of the above.

But for the gods, facing the source of all the black history that had been revealed and had even led to the Yellow Emperor, Chiyou, Xing Tian, and Yu the Great coming to grind experience off them, the hatred would only be higher, not lower.

Bai Ze's chest rose and fell.

He was forced into a moment of clarity.

The allure of the golden thigh decreased exponentially.

Dong Yuefeng chased after him, and when he caught his breath, he discovered Bai Ze hiding in a crack in the wall. He pulled him out and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Why did you run before you even said anything?"

"No, I..."

Bai Ze was too embarrassed to talk about his past experiences.

"Ah, is there some kind of conflict? The curator is a good man. If you have any misunderstandings, you can talk them out..."

Bai Ze was dragged back to the museum by Professor Dong.

The old professor added, "After all, you were both subjects of His Majesty the First Emperor."

Bai Ze calmed down.

That's right, there's still a golden thigh.

As long as I have someone to rely on, I'll be fine.

Besides, these are the gods of the Kunlun lineage. The Kunlun lineage recognizes the Yellow Emperor's position. No matter what, they wouldn't really do anything to him. He should just maintain the situation for now. Once he finds a golden thigh, those Kunlun gods won't be able to do anything to him.

No, not just Kunlun, even the Great Wilderness would be nothing to fear!

Bai Ze regained his composure.

He took a deep breath, preparing to open the 'door of demons' for the second time.

It's okay, everything will be fine.

Could there be anything more outrageous than opening the door and seeing a bunch of mountain gods and water gods?

Of course not.

The magnificent Bai Ze, making a second dashing entrance!

Open the door!

Go!

Bai Ze strode inside and saw a young man wearing black robes with red patterns, his expression serene, holding a scroll in his hand. Beside him, a handsome young man exuding the aura of a water god was wearing a black butler's uniform, bowing slightly as he poured tea.

The young man reading the book looked up.

His face was so familiar that Bai Ze's stomach hurt.

Wei Yuan was slightly stunned, then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a familiar smile.

"Bai Ze?"

Seeing that Bai Ze seemed to be planning to slip away,

Wei Yuan snapped his fingers and said concisely:

"Drag him back here!"

..................

"Let go, let go of me!"

"Do you know who I am?!"

"Say my name, and you'll be shocked... Let go!"

The non-combatant hanger-on was directly dragged back by the water ghost and the warrior soul.

The water ghost expressed that he felt quite happy about this.

Bai Ze looked at Wei Yuan in annoyance. He really hadn't expected that after all this time, he would actually run into him again. He was wary, wondering if this guy had also heard that the First Emperor's subjects were here, so he had come in advance.

Bai Ze was greatly alarmed.

As expected of my rival!

He can even accomplish this...

He secretly decided that he must be careful with his words when he speaks later, and not reveal that he came here to find that martial general, in order to maintain his advantage as the number one hanger-on in the future. Just as he was pondering and thinking in his heart, the old professor cheerfully greeted him, "Curator Wei, long time no see."

Bai Ze: "..."

Curator?

He looked up stiffly, looking at Dong Yuefeng.

His fingers trembling, he pointed at Wei Yuan, "It's him?"

"It's him."

The old man smiled and said, "It seems you really do know each other, hahaha, that's great. I thought you were lying, young man. Oh, no, according to this, your real age should be much older than me."

Wei Yuan smiled as he poured tea and said:

"Professor Dong, you mentioned a historical site expedition before. It seems it was a success?"

The old man smiled and nodded: "Yes, it was very hard work, but we did have some gains."

"I didn't expect there to be such a place under the Yunmeng Marsh. We really uncovered a lot of incredible things. I'll find a way to take you to see it later... Curator Wei, you'll definitely be interested in these things."

The two chatted and exchanged pleasantries.

Bai Ze finally gradually recovered from his petrified state.

His expression was dazed, his heart desolate.

He, he was beaten to the punch by this guy again?!

Damn it, first Yu the Great, then the First Emperor, do you have a constitution that specifically attracts human kings?!

Wait, does Tushan really have such a constitution?

But your gender is wrong!

Then Bai Ze began to turn over his little calculations in his heart again. Since he couldn't be an old subject, then being a meritorious official who helped the First Emperor escape his predicament and be revived was also not bad. However, to do this, going to the First Emperor's mausoleum still required discussing with Wei Yuan in front of him.

As for the reason, although the person in front of him was also a hanger-on, strictly speaking, it seemed enough to make him his golden thigh. Bai Ze thought for a while and said:

"Potter, are you free recently?"

Wei Yuan glanced at the place where the mountain gods had just been.

The helplessness on his face was obvious.

The Great Wilderness, plus Kunlun, and the hidden-motive, sky-propping god, Zhong.

Bai Ze understood.

Wei Yuan said, "What are you asking this for?"

Bai Ze thought for a while, lowered his voice and said: "A big deal, the Yellow Emperor Sword Master!"

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows. Bai Ze said, "How about this, you hold back these mountain gods here, and I'll go scout the way first. If it works, I'll find a way to get this done first, how about it?" Wei Yuan asked suspiciously, "The Yellow Emperor Sword Master? Who?"

Good, he doesn't know yet.

The corners of Bai Ze's mouth curled up and he said, "This matter, it's hard to explain in a short time..."

He was trying to vaguely gloss it over.

This credit cannot be given to the Potter kid.

Besides, this guy is also overwhelmed, and the Yellow Emperor Sword Master should be revived as soon as possible.

If his actions cause Zhong to notice something, that would be terrible.

In addition to legitimate reasons, there was also a bit of personal emotion. Just as Bai Ze was thinking of a reason, he saw the mountain gods and water gods walking back with unfriendly eyes through the glass. The corners of his mouth twitched — just now, seeing a living being that resembled Bai Ze, a full seven mountain gods and water gods had been dispatched.

It was enough to see the gold content of the name Bai Ze.

He hurriedly said, "This... anyway, I'll come back after I figure out the method of revival."

"I'll probably need your help then."

"I'm leaving first, Potter."

He walked out quickly and carried Professor Dong Yuefeng on his shoulders.

His footsteps paused slightly. Bai Ze turned his head, the expression on his face rare and solemn:

"Also, Wei Yuan."

"Be careful, very, very careful of Zhong and Li."

"This is not a joke."

Looking at the approaching mountain gods and water gods, Bai Ze directly escaped this time.

..................

The old mountain lord opened the door, a look of doubt on his face: "Strange, did I really see it wrong?"

The Qianlai Mountain God said confidently: "Impossible!"

"That face, those dead fish eyes that look like they haven't slept for eight hundred years, I won't forget even if he turns to ashes. That kid is Bai Ze. Sure enough, when Zhong and Shi Yi were carrying him, I was curious why this kid was always covering his face."

"Curator Wei, did you just see a dead fish eye, exuding a useless aura, who made people particularly want to punch him in the face and beat him into a newborn iron-eating beast?"

The description was very accurate.

But comparing the newborn iron-eating beast with Bai Ze, I think it's unfair to the iron-eating beast cub.

Wei Yuan praised in his heart, but his face remained unchanged: "No, I didn't."

The Qianlai Mountain God was unwilling: "Tsk, that guy, where did he slip off to?"

The Taiqi Mountain God sighed regretfully: "Originally, one more delicious flavor could have been added to the Classic of Mountains and Seas today."

"??!"

Changcheng couldn't help but say, "Taiqi, are you treating the Classic of Mountains and Seas as a cookbook?"

The dignified and imposing Taiqi Mountain God stroked his beard and asked doubtfully:

"Isn't it?"

..................

At noon, after making a meal and sending off these mountain gods and water gods,

Wei Yuan returned to his quiet room, calmed his mind, and brought out the Wolong Token, which had been relegated to the cold palace.

Then he opened it, searched, the Han Dynasty Arsenal.

The Dragon and Tiger Swords.

Retrieve.

This time, Wei Yuan clearly sensed the feedback from the Wolong Token, this treasure.

Insufficient conditions.

Wei Yuan's forehead twitched. He probably understood why his points and war merit were insufficient. Yes, he had killed a lot of demons, and even fierce beasts like Taotie, but unfortunately, the Wolong Token had the function of issuing wanted orders.

In the Han Dynasty, the Four Fiends were not included in the wanted list.

So there's no price for the Four Fiends here.

Sorry, it doesn't recognize them.

Wei Yuan tried to communicate.

I defeated the Four Fiends and saved the human world.

Yes, we admire your achievements and merits.

I want to exchange them for merit.

Sorry, there is no corresponding item.

I got rid of Taotie.

We praise your achievements.

I want to exchange them for merit.

Sorry, no.

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

Who made this magic weapon? Why is it so rigid and inflexible?!

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. He was ashamed and angry. He directly used his consciousness to impact the magic weapon.

You don't eat soft, you eat hard, huh?

Open it for me!

With his current attainments in Taoism and swordsmanship, the Wolong Token's restriction was constantly being opened. The last Wolong Token expressed that he was not following your rules. He directly planned a zero-dollar purchase. To be honest, only Zhuge Liang's restriction was more troublesome, but unfortunately, Wei Yuan had a backdoor to exploit.

Wei Yuan clearly knew the weakness of Zhuge Liang's restriction. It was equivalent to knowing the answers to the exam in advance.

But when he broke through the Han Dynasty, he actually discovered that the Wolong Token had even deeper restrictions.

The Sili Colonel, formerly known as Wolong, was a Zhou Dynasty official.

Wei Yuan broke through this restriction.

His eyes blurred, and then his vision gradually returned to normal.

The corresponding picture appeared before his eyes —

Above the vast Kunlun, a black-clothed man with a majestic and stern appearance was none other than the nine-tailed fierce tiger, the celestial god Lù Wu.

"Enforcement should be strict, and bravery should be fearless before and after."

"Therefore, it is called Wolong."

"Since the human world is like this, I should agree."

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

Wei Yuan looked at the cold Lù Wu, looked at the Wolong Token, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He suddenly understood where this rigid, inflexible Wolong Token, which maintained rules and order, and hunted down and arrested demons who disturbed stability, and even gods were within the scope of arrest, came from.

Rigid and inflexible, not knowing how to adapt.

Plus functionality and purpose...

Really, they're exactly the same in every way.

Just at this moment, Wei Yuan heard another kind and warm voice in his ear again.

This voice came from the deepest part of the Wolong Token, and was left behind when communicating with Lù Wu.

"...In this case, thank you."

ps: Today's first update............four thousand words.