Chapter 226 Not a Single Penny

The spiritual light at hand slowly dissipated, and the past [seen] in the Daoist's eyes also disappeared. Even he couldn't use such methods for long. The God of Wushan sighed at the woman he had just seen and was even more curious about who the Daoist friend she spoke of was.

He stroked his beard and pondered.

"Perhaps, a divination?"

The ancient Wushan clan's divination techniques differed from those of the Sage Fuxi.

However, they both sought feedback from the foundation of that world, the original Great Dao. After all, there was no distinction between past, present, and future there. As long as the methods were profound enough, one could see the remnants of the past and find inspiration for the future.

With a thought, the method was used, and a tortoise shell appeared in his hand.

"So-called old friend..."

For a long time, the most spiritual tortoise shell of this ten-thousand-year Xuan tortoise remained motionless.

"???"

"What's wrong with you? Just a divination, why do you look like this?"

The God of Wushan was puzzled and reached out to touch the tortoise shell. In the end, he simply did the divination himself. But in an instant, his powerful divinity suddenly became vigilant, filling his back with chills, and causing his pupils to shrink violently. He felt a fear that if he continued the divination, his divine soul would scatter.

"Shopkeeper, how much does this cost?"

A gentle voice broke his panic. He raised his head and saw a white-haired man in a green shirt with faint heavenly secrets standing in front of him, looking at the spiritual materials left on the stall by the woman earlier. The God of Wushan was in a state of fear, and instinctively spoke, without raising the price, stating his assessment of the value of the spiritual materials.

"Very fair."

The white-haired Daoist gave the corresponding spiritual object, put away the spiritual materials, and then strode away.

The God of Wushan touched his tortoise shell, tapping it and feeling it. In the end, he had to admit that his old partner had a problem. Then he regretted it, realizing that he had just sold something at cost price. What a loss!

He quickly tried to recall the heavenly secrets to chase after this guy and raise the price again.

Wait... what was the aura of heavenly secrets of that person just now?

The expression on the old man's face slowly solidified.

No heavenly secrets?

Causality confined?!

Wait, what did that person look like?

Why can't I remember...

After a long while, the God of Wushan suddenly shuddered, looking around with confusion:

"Strange? Why was I distracted just now?"

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"Hmm, it greatly increases the probability of good things happening..."

"Able to get spiritual materials at cost price."

"With my current strength, even gods will be interfered with. Ah... but I can't even pick up a penny. Is this ability powerful or just a useless chicken rib?"

Wei Yuan tossed the Houtu's spiritual materials in his hand, sensing the aura of a friend on it, lost in thought.

Always a step away.

This time, try directly locking onto her causal line and see what happens if I just barge through. Heh, surely I won't crash into anything... The Daoist clenched his five fingers. This time, following the causal line of Houtu, he took a step, and the scene before him suddenly changed.

The next moment, a ball of great sun directly crashed down towards Wei Yuan.

The gigantic golden crow bird's true form danced like a star.

An overbearing voice shouted.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way, ahhhhh!"

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

Wei Yuan's eyes reflected this great sun. Expressionless, he watched the great sun rapidly approach, and stepped to the side. He felt that he had grasped something about the current situation—

If he chased after Houtu, he would always be a step away. If he directly intercepted her, he would be intercepted by another event in the opposite direction.

Such as crashing into a great sun.

Wei Yuan stepped to the side, avoiding the great sun golden crow bird.

There was no need to create conflict with the great sun golden crow in this era...

Although, in later generations, he almost had his heart pierced by this golden crow bird with a sword.

However, this humble Daoist is not one to hold grudges.

Then he heard the golden crow bird's overbearing voice:

"Hmph, mortal! Consider yourself lucky, otherwise, I would have burned you to ashes!"

The Daoist raised his eyebrows and said leisurely:

"However, this humble Daoist happens to have a treasure to show the Imperial Son."

"Oh? What is it?!"

The golden crow bird hovered its wings.

The Daoist stretched out his right hand, made a fist, and said sincerely and mysteriously, "This thing is precious, please come closer to see, otherwise, it will fly away in an instant." The young golden crow didn't yet understand the dangers of the world and curiously came closer. Then, he saw the Daoist open his palm.

There was nothing in his palm.

"This is nothing..."

The golden crow called out in dissatisfaction, then saw the Daoist's mouth curve up, his smile gentle, "No, there's also a big slap."

"??!"

Backhand, twisting his body, a direct slap from a descendant of Mount Buzhou hit the face of this noble Imperial Son. This round of great sun was directly slapped towards the sky, screaming incessantly, and losing the violent temper it had just displayed, seeming ready to unleash the power of the great sun at any moment.

Wei Yuan raised his right hand to his brow, watching the sky suddenly turn from day to dusk.

This slap directly created an entire night.

Hmm, this humble Daoist is not one to hold grudges.

He generally takes revenge on the spot.

If it's inconvenient to take revenge in later generations, then he'll return to the past and beat up the younger you.

Tsk... why does it feel a little scummy?

Hmm, it must be an illusion.

The Daoist compared himself to Fuxi, then confidently concluded that his moral bottom line was very substantial.

The white-haired Daoist stretched out his right hand, clenched his five fingers, and Houtu's spiritual material emerged.

Hmm...

Just now was only to try whether he could interfere with the strong of this era.

Whether he could come into contact with the creatures of this era without getting involved in major events.

It wasn't because this brat deserved a beating that he beat him up.

The conclusion he reached was that Wei Yuan could come into contact with the creatures of this era, but he could not come into contact with Houtu at this moment. This also meant that [Houtu] was involved in some kind of great tribulation or major event in ancient times.

The causality involved was too great, layers upon layers of causality, the fate of countless beings turned into a long river.

Wei Yuan could never meet her in this era.

This may be a situation similar to the [Grandfather Paradox]. Wei Yuan guessed that if he, as [Yuanshi] at this moment, really met [Houtu], the interference generated might directly lead to huge changes in later generations. Such changes would then lead to [Yuanshi] not appearing, or Yuanshi not knowing Houtu.

What stood in their way was actually their own fate.

"Fate, huh..."

The Daoist pondered, dressed in a green shirt and white hair, standing on the Great Wilderness, looking into the distance. The Four Great Daos of the Domain flowed endlessly around him, and then changed unpredictably, urging [Words Followed by Law]. [Words Followed by Law] greatly increased the probability of all possible events occurring, it was to nudge the curve of fate.

If he increased the effect of this.

There was no absolute impossibility...

Even fate.

The Daoist stretched out his hand, Houtu's spiritual material emitted a spiritual light, and finally turned into a letter. The Four Great Daos of the Domain, Words Followed by Law, and then, relying on nudging fate, he found the only possibility. With a flick of his finger, the letter suddenly turned into a spiritual light and disappeared.

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At the same time.

"A-Wa, I've come to see you, this is a gift..."

A woman with a gentle smile took out a jade pendant from her sleeve and handed it over. Then, she took out a jade flute and handed it to the lazy and handsome youth beside her, saying, "Fuxi, this is yours, I hope you won't dislike it."

"Really, why didn't you give me a jade pendant too?"

"Preferably one like A-Wa's."

Fuxi grumbled.

The woman in the long dress smiled gently and succinctly: "Because I would dislike it."

Fuxi: "............"

Could you please not say such things with such a gentle expression?

It makes me seem like a scumbag...

Houtu's gentle but firm denial of Fuxi's suggestion was, in a strict sense, only Houtu, with her gentle and all-encompassing nature yet extreme firmness, could produce a fatal effect on Fuxi, completely ignoring all the lies of the scumbag snake.

Just as she took out the things, a letter suddenly fell.

"Hmm?"

"Did I receive this letter..."

Houtu was stunned, her fingers fair, she picked up the letter that had fallen on the stone table. Fuxi turned the jade flute in his hand, pressing down on the letter. His expression was slightly stunned, then changed, "This is..." He suddenly stood up and looked into the distance. The jade flute in his hand was casually thrown, transforming into a long dragon that soared out with a long roar.

"This letter has abnormal causality, and extremely chaotic and dangerous temporal aura."

"In theory, this letter should have been devoured by the world and turned into dust the moment it was born. It's even more impossible for it to appear here, next to your hand. There's something wrong with this thing!"

Fuxi was calm and reliable:

"Moreover, although it's very weak, there's a wisp of my aura from another timeline on it."

The Wa Emperor, who looked like a young girl of only fourteen or fifteen years old, her cheeks still a little chubby, asked in confusion:

"An older brother from another timeline?"

"No, it's not!"

Fuxi suddenly bristled, placed his hands on the Wa Emperor's shoulders, and said seriously, "Don't call him older brother, A-Wa, you only have one older brother, in any timeline, any future, any A-Wa, one older brother is enough!"

"Since I am the only one who exists, then I will suppress all the other timelines of myself under a stone."

The young Fuxi was filled with righteousness:

"I'm going to chop him to death!"

"Surely it's just a pawn, this move is enough..."

The Azure Dragon roared, directly breaking through layers of space, and attacking the Daoist. The Fuxi of this timeline 'saw' the white-haired Daoist, raised his hand, and the innate Eight Trigrams flowed endlessly. The azure dragon, but the next moment, the white-haired Daoist countered with a backhand, and in just an instant, the Azure Dragon solidified, and the Eight Trigrams did not move.

The surroundings seemed to be covered by an upside-down firmament.

Making everything lose its meaning.

The white-haired Daoist, dressed in a green shirt, turned around and shook his sleeves.

The Azure Dragon wailed, earth-shattering, and then turned into wisps of dust.

Fuxi's wisp of a clone stepping on this Azure Dragon was covered into the Daoist's sleeve and died in an instant.

"!!!"

Fuxi's main body's expression changed. He hadn't anticipated that the innate Eight Trigrams would be broken so easily. The Qi around his body suddenly overflowed, and then, under the shocked gaze of the Wa Emperor and Houtu, the bluestone he was sitting on directly turned into dust, and he took half a step back.

Fuxi, known as the strongest in innate heavenly secrets, took half a step back.

Fuxi covered his eyes, his left eye already having transformed into a vertical pupil due to the clash just now, and tears kept flowing down.

"Older brother?!"

Houtu's expression was slightly condensed: "Who is it?"

Her heart was shaken, and she vaguely felt that the world was turned upside down.

To be able to force Fuxi back?

Fuxi shook his head and said, "... I don't know, the Qi mechanism condensed on his body is very secretive. He has already left, but..."

The young man paused and looked at the broken jade flute in his hand. He said slowly, "I don't know why, but he seems to be naturally restrained against me. The means he's good at should be causality and fate."

"He's able to use himself as the core and source to artificially interfere with heavenly secrets and fate to a small extent."

"A very strange method."

"I was caught off guard for a moment, underestimated him, and suffered a small loss instead..."

"Using oneself as the source of causality to interfere with fate?"

"Why would such a great power suddenly send a message to me?"

Houtu was stunned, looking at the letter in her hand.

There was only one word on the letter.

But it made the woman's expression freeze, and the previous worry and vigilance disappeared in an instant.

[Yuan]

ps: Today's second update...

Recommend a book, "The Last Hunyuan Saint."