Chapter 1 The Warmth of the Old Street

The sunlight on the old street was warm and gentle. Wei Yuan stretched lazily, having cast an illusion so that others still saw him as the sharp-featured, black-haired museum curator in his black and red sportswear, looking as young as ever.

Jue came out and smiled, saying, "Be careful, don't push yourself."

The white-haired Daoist nodded and joked, "When have you ever seen me overestimating myself?"

"Always."

The girl's smile was elegant and perfect, her expression unchanging.

The Daoist's face stiffened, then he scratched his head and explained, "Don't worry, there's really no danger. Today, this can be considered a kind of trap. The real target is the turbid energy. The Lord of Guixu is actually very troublesome. If he hadn't fallen in ancient times, but had broken through to the top ten, like Zhurong, Guixu with ten of the top ten would really be a behemoth."

"But it's okay now, Guixu hasn't been able to become a force. I'll take care of the Guixu Walker first."

Jue's expression froze slightly.

*Ahem*, there's a Guixu Walker right in front of you.

A very talented one.

The girl quickly recovered her expression, then slapped her forehead and said, "Ah, I almost forgot something. Yuan, wait a moment." She turned around, ran inside in her slippers, rummaged for a while, and then hurriedly ran back, handing something to Wei Yuan.

"Take this, A'Yuan."

"A copper coin?"

Wei Yuan was stunned, seeing a bright yellow copper coin in his hand. He was taken aback, wondering when Jue had started collecting these things, but quickly realized and sensed the power of karma within the coin.

[Severing the connection between the magic weapon and everything around it, forcibly taking the magic weapon]? No, it's not that simple.

Yuanshi Tianzun twirled the copper coin, his eyes slightly narrowed, seeing through the truth within.

His mouth twitched.

No, it's not as simple as severing the connection, but forcibly establishing karma.

This copper coin can be used to buy all magic weapons.

Forcibly establish a buying and selling cause and effect.

Buying the world with a single copper coin, or paying in installments, getting the spiritual treasure first and then paying later, it's simply shameless to the extreme! What kind of black-hearted merchant created this spiritual treasure? Capitalists would weep upon seeing it, calling it an insider's move. Even Shi Yi would silently take out a hemp rope.

"I got this by chance." "Is it useful to you, A'Yuan?"

Wei Yuan nodded and said, "Very useful." After all, it's a kind of application of karma. Although this kind of karma involvement made Wei Yuan have to call it an expert's move, he closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then took the girl's hand, putting the copper coin back.

Then he closed the girl's palm. Jue was stunned: "Eh?"

"Don't you like it?"

"No, I like it very much. In a sense, I like it very much."

Wei Yuan opened his hand, and a phantom Luobao Qian (Treasure Dropping Coin) reappeared, with many Great Dao inscriptions on it, real and not fake, exuding the aura of cause and effect—as the limit of cause and effect, Wei Yuan can actively or passively accommodate all kinds of karma in himself.

The way Luobao Qian uses karma, he can understand it with just a glance.

Is this the feeling when Fuxi helped him conceal the secrets of heaven?

Luobao Qian, so ancient...

Can this kind of cause and effect be directly grafted onto modern digital payment?

Hmm, a 0.01 yuan red envelope forcibly buys the entire venue?

As expected, it was a magical treasure created by a black-hearted merchant in history. This professional characteristic is too obvious. With such materials and the laws of treasures involving cause and effect, instead of making those sure-hit divine weapons, similar to Gungnir in Western mythology, he actually made a forcible buying and selling generator.

It's simply the Crouching Dragon and the Phoenix Chick.

Wei Yuan complained in his heart, looked at Jue who was staring blankly, and said gently: "However, the causal attribute of this spiritual treasure has been mastered by me, so this thing is not necessary for me. Jue, you can keep it for self-defense."

"Hmm? Okay."

The girl nodded after a long while.

She watched Wei Yuan leave.

Holding the Luobao Qian in her hand, Kunlun Guixu Walker Jue fell into deep thought.

Useless?

Yuan, goodwill increase failed.

The girl rubbed her eyebrows, her fingers touching the Luobao Qian, peaceful and gentle, but for some reason, perhaps it was because she had spent too much time with a certain Daoist, a thought subconsciously appeared in the mind of Kunlun's youngest celestial maiden—could it be resold to Guixu? Before, she saw that Guixu town guardian

seemed to want to buy it back.

Wei Yuan played with the Luobao Qian he had transformed, and the neighbors on the old street curiously looked at the young museum owner, seeing him come out, they said, "Boss Wei, are you going out?"

"Yes, there's a problem at work."

Wei Yuan flicked the Luobao Qian, held it in his hand, and the spiritual treasure disappeared silently. After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "It's like going to a small meeting, I'll be back soon."

"Oh, you have a shop outside?"

"Well, you can't say that. There will probably be a small branch with two 'employees'."

"Is this a report meeting?"

Wei Yuan thought for a while and gave the answer.

"Yes, a report meeting, a 'report' to the existing top ten."

"Also, please get me a cup of milk tea, extra sugar, less ice, and extra taro balls and other toppings."

After receiving today's snack for Wa Huang from his neighbor, Wei Yuan walked away under the gaze of the milk tea shop neighbor, who thought, "The young man is finally promising," and "Finally not living off a woman." In their eyes, Wei Yuan walked to the end of the road, but in reality, he had already left the human world silently.

Kunlun Mountain Sea Realm, the original Chaoge City ruins.

Zhang Hao lazily sat on a stone, looking at the scenery in front of him. This city from ancient times, under the characteristics of the human race's infrastructure madness, had completed rapid updates and iterations. A steel jungle rose from the ground, and in a short period of time, it had undergone earth-shattering changes.

This was the first time he knew that Earth element cultivators and the Turning Ground into Steel divine power had such wonderful uses.

The Earth element cultivator who liked to assemble city models could dig out the prototype of the entire city's foundation and underground facilities in three days. The efficiency was so high that it was outrageous. Zhang Hao yawned, watching his little Shishuzu (grand-uncle) A'Xuan standing there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

On the other hand, the little phoenix Feng Siyu was very happy.

She took off her shoes and played with her bare feet in the stream, occasionally splashing water on the little Daoist. The girl's eyebrows were agile, her bare feet were white and tender, and she was delicate and ethereal. Except for being particularly edible, there were almost no problems.

Well, particularly edible. She had been the champion of the Longhu Mountain gluttony competition for a long time. Recently, she narrowly lost to Taotie.

Taotie, after becoming Jinyun Shi, still defeated the girl.

However, according to Shishu Zhao Gongming's gossip, Jinyun Shi squatted in the toilet for two full hours after winning, seeming to have collapsed from exhaustion.

But

Is little Shishu A'Xuan growing up a bit?

Zhang Hao supported his chin.

He felt that the young Daoist, who had looked the same for decades, seemed to have grown a bit.

From the original thirteen-year-old appearance, unable to grow up, and periodically losing his memory.

Now he looked about fifteen years old? When did this change happen? Did it start when he met Curator Wei? Or did it start when he met Feng Siyu? He wouldn't grow up before.

Celestial Master said that he didn't know why his origin was flowing away and he couldn't grow up.

"Miss Feng, we have to continue on our way to find Curator Wei."

A'Xuan looked at the girl who was happily playing in the water and persuaded her. The girl just said she would play for a while longer.

A'Xuan sighed, resting his chin on his hands, watching Feng Siyu play in the water. He, at least, grew up with the old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.

So he was quite bad at dealing with girls of the same age. Well, about the same age?

He was in a trance, as if he saw a phantom of the past, when he had just been born, held by his mother, a young man whose appearance he could not see clearly was cutting down the spiritual wood of the Great Wilderness to make a guqin. He pulled the strings and released them, and the strings rang loudly. Disturbed by the aura, a little phoenix broke out of its shell.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?!"

A shout brought A'Xuan back to his senses.

Feng Siyu was close to him, only two fists away, looking at him, her eyes bright and clear, crystal clear. Some of her clothes were wet, her curves were exquisite, and she had a sweet and soft fragrance, like the fragrance of flowers in the rain, hitting his face, making the little Daoist's head dizzy.

The blurred image suddenly disappeared.

Only the little phoenix emerging from the fire remained. "Could it be a fever?"

Feng Siyu reached out and touched the little Daoist's forehead, feeling that the flame mark was hot, and seemed to be getting hotter. Suddenly, a palm pressed on the top of A'Xuan's head and rubbed it, and the hot feeling disappeared.

The little Daoist was in a trance, saw the white-haired Daoist over there, was stunned, and then said in surprise:

"Curator Wei!"

*Don't call me curator, call me teacher.*

Wei Yuan slandered in his heart, but smiled and nodded, looking at the flame mark on A'Xuan's brow, his heart sinking slightly—just now, the blazing Yang energy that was sealed by Zhurong, Gonggong, and him had a tendency to break the seal and leak out.

Was it because he came here? Close to Zhurong

Wei Yuan suppressed his thoughts, strengthened the seal again, greeted Zhang Hao, and looked at A'Xuan and said, "Let's go, come with me to Buzhou Mountain, you have an opportunity there. Siyu?" Feng Siyu said, "What are we going to do at Buzhou Mountain?"

Wei Yuan thought for a while: "Maybe listen to lectures and learn the Dao?"

The girl's face froze, recalling the fear of being dominated by online classes. Her little head shook like a rattle drum: "No, no, no!"

"I'm not going!"

Wei Yuan didn't force it. Now his actions are driven by his heart. He smiled and said, "If you don't want to go, then don't go. Going there is just to watch a show. Siyu, you stay here and take—don't look at me, the cup of milk tea on me is not prepared for you."

Feng Siyu had a "Eh? How can you do this?" expression. Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

He had to take out some nuts from his sleeves and hand them over.

Damn it, he shouldn't have habitually fed her nuts when she was just born.

The crab roe peanuts, melon seeds, and badam fruits she eats are enough to make Curator Wei's heart ache. Forget it, he will go to Taiqing Heaven to 'blackmail' Fuxi for a meal in a while, and then forcibly confiscate the guy's ill-gotten gains.

Curator Wei made a decision silently.

Who can give up the opportunity to beat up Fuxi?

He looked at the little Daoist who was next to him, telling the girl not to mess around here, raised his eyes to look at the arrangement of the human world in the Great Wilderness. He knew before that Marquis Wu was also here, seeming to be planning to turn the relatively planar "Marquis Wu Qimen" directly into a three-dimensional Qimen Dunjia encompassing space.

After all, in the past, he didn't have the means to set up Qimen in the sky and underground, and change the formation with the host's will.

Now, with various technological devices, he can completely raise Qimen Dunjia to another level.

This guy really has a nature that doesn't stop.

Wei Yuan was regretful in his heart, left a message for him, and then pulled A'Xuan towards Buzhou Mountain. The uneasy feeling that A'Xuan had in his heart since coming to the Great Wilderness Kunlun realm gradually subsided. He said, "Curator Wei, where are we going?"

"Go to a sect." "Sect?"

"Yes, Yuxu." "Is it Yuxu Temple?"

A'Xuan came to the same conclusion as the old Daoist Zhang Ruosu, and the white-haired Daoist smiled and said:

"No."

He looked at the Tianzhu (heaven pillar) and said in a flat tone:

"It's Yuxu Palace."

"Huff, finally arrived."

"Wei Yuan, that kid, is really making people uneasy. Where is this?"

Zhang Ruosu, dressed in a Daoist robe, sighed, but although he said so, his body was quite happy—for those with ordinary cultivation, the environment like the human world is more suitable for laying the foundation, and the spiritual energy concentration is relatively suitable, so as not to ignore the consolidation of the foundation due to excessive spiritual energy.

But for Zhang Ruosu, the human world was restricting him.

Before, he guarded the rift in the mountain and sea because that kind of environment made him more comfortable.

In the future, he has decided that after his strength reaches a certain level, he will move those cultivators to the Great Wilderness Kunlun realm. Of course, this is just a concept, an idea, and it will take a long time to prepare and improve.

The old Daoist laughed at himself.

"Can this be considered ascension in some sense?"

Zhang Ruosu swept around, seeing countless creatures rushing here, but they may not be able to come. The four words "those who are destined" were said by Yuanshi Tianzun, and it was already an edict. Only those who are destined can arrive.

Then the old Daoist saw several figures with hostility lurking.

He sneered a few times, pressed his right hand on the Cixiong Longhu Zhanxie Sword, but did not move.

Instead, he took off the wine pot from his waist and looked at the companions he met behind him.

It was a white-haired old man riding a green ox, looking very old. He claimed to be in his nineties. Zhang Ruosu felt that, no matter if he was in his nineties, he must be younger than himself, who was over one hundred and thirty years old. And the one leading the green ox was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old.