Chapter 174 Can't Control

Wei Yuan had once thought that the serene middle-aged man had calmly welcomed his own end, seen the end and limit of the Great Dao, seen the scenery further away, and then brought about his own end. He had never imagined that the manner of this end would be so heroic.

No wonder, no wonder the Central Sea of the Primordial Era no longer existed.

Hundun was a body where purity and turbidity coexisted. The Central Sea where Hundun resided was the same. Hunkun, in the final battle, knew that he could no longer continue to guard the dividing line between purity and turbidity. Therefore, he directly concealed and sealed this sea area, preventing ordinary people from entering. The only one who had stepped into it in these ten thousand years was the missing Houtu.

Damn it, was Houtu forced to fall into the Turbid World?

Or rather, was this the real purpose? The pure Qi is above, the turbid Qi is below. Houtu, with her profound virtue and dominion over the earth, was, to some extent, a greater threat to the sealed Turbid Qi realm than Hunkun. Only by diverting Houtu away from the Great Wilderness Kunlun in some way could they execute the plan of releasing turbid Qi by crushing the earth veins, borrowing the power of Gonggong to trigger the calamity of the heavens collapsing.

And the way to lure Houtu away was Nüwa's first disappearance.

After repairing the calamity of the heavens collapsing, Nüwa's condition was not optimistic. Fuxi angrily went out to sea, which led to the appearance of the "fake Fuxi" and incited conflict between the human tribes of the mortal world and the imperial sons of the Great Wilderness, leading to Kuafu dying of thirst, the disaster of the corpse of Nüchou, the ten suns crossing the sky, and Dayi slaying the sons of the Heavenly Emperor.

This series of conflicts and contradictions.

This was just the surface, the erupted conflicts and crises.

In the dark, how many conflicts and contradictions were resolved and eliminated by the heroes and gods of various eras? Probably more than ten times this number. For example, during the Battle of Zhuolu, it seemed that there were also gods provoked by turbid Qi participating in the battle. And some of the remnants who survived the Battle of Zhuolu merged with turbid Qi outside Xuanyuan Hill in those years to attack human cities.

Hmm, what is this, colluding with the Turbid Qi realm to attack the human royal city, a traitor?

Should it be called a human traitor or a divine traitor?

The Daoist mocked himself in his heart, rubbed his brow, calmed his mind, and said, "If I remember correctly, there are some existences who collude with turbid Qi, right? What are they thinking? Once the world order and the foundation of the Great Dao change, they, as creatures born from pure Qi, will probably die immediately."

"Are they crazy?"

Nüba was surprised by the Daoist's calmness and nodded, saying:

"The creatures of the Turbid Qi realm, or rather, can't even be called creatures."

"The creations there can adapt to the state where turbid Qi is above and pure Qi is below. It's more accurate to say that they are more comfortable in that kind of environment. It seems that there are also ways to introduce turbid Qi into the body, changing the physique and spirit of certain creatures, so that they can adapt to the completely reversed order in the future." Nüba flicked her fingers on the cup, looking at the Daoist who seemed to be in contemplation.

Daoist, "You are much calmer than I imagined."

She smiled and said, "When I learned about this matter, I only felt that the original situation where the gods were carefree and humans walked the world could last forever safely. But later I realized that this was just an appearance. Even beneath this peaceful appearance, how much struggle and how much killing had been experienced?"

"When I thought about these things at the time, I would feel a faint sense of trance in my mind, and it was difficult to stabilize myself."

Nüba mocked herself, "I, who presumptuously thought I was a god with a fiery heart, can't even hold a cup firmly."

"You face these things and remain as calm as a rock, unmoved."

"Five thousand years of experience is indeed not ordinary."

Wei Yuan remained noncommittal and said:

"I can't just ignore it. Worrying and fearing are useless. As for what to do..."

He thought of the teachings of Master, cupped the teacup in his hands, and murmured, "Sleeping on straw mats, using shields as pillows, not serving as officials, not sharing the world with them. Meeting them in the marketplace, not retreating to fetch weapons, but fighting."

A *shān* is a straw mat.

*Gange* (*干戈*)'s *gān* is a shield.

The general meaning is, I sleep on a straw mat, using a shield as a pillow, not going to be an official or work, and I don't plan to live a normal life. In short, one of us has to die. If I meet you on the street, and I can't carry weapons, I won't go back to get a sword. I'll kill you with my bare fists!

This is Master's original saying.

It is completely different from those explanations of "Hearing the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening," where "I know where you live in the morning, and you can die in the evening." But compared to these modern and somewhat playful words, it is more bloody and fiery.

This is the original and unadulterated statement. The old man meant exactly this.

Where does it come from?

*The Book of Rites*.

This is the ancient etiquette of the Yanhuang. Ancient literati!

Exemplar of literary virtue! Eternal sage!

And A Yuan felt that he had selectively inherited his teacher's teachings.

This part of the teaching is simply unparalleled, absolutely surpassing the master.

Master would cover his forehead and sigh.

It is the so-called bamboo of Nanshan.

Nüba was obviously slightly stunned, and then chuckled, pressing her brow with her fair fingers, and sighed, "So it was Master's teaching. Yes, if it were Master, he wouldn't care about these things. The Confucians of ancient times feared nothing and did not worship ghosts and gods."

Wei Yuan poured himself a cup of tea, thought about it, and added a cup of water for Nüba, saying:

"Did you come to see me today just to say these things?"

"This is just a side note. I want to give you something."

Nüba raised her finger, and a streak of cyan light emerged, a jade hairpin. Nüba brushed past the jade hairpin, placed it on the table, and gently pushed it towards Wei Yuan, saying, "I went inside Kunlun and found this hairpin."

Wei Yuan played with the hairpin and said, "This is..."

"For Little Sister, this should have been hers."

Nüba glanced at Wei Yuan with a calm gaze and said, "She accompanied you for decades during the Three Kingdoms period, right? After all, although your Daoism was profound at that time, you seemed to have lost your will to live. She was a little soft-hearted at that time."

"But she missed the appointment with the Queen Mother of the West."

"Perhaps she felt that a slight delay didn't matter. In the long years of the gods, twenty years is just a very short period of time. But it was just this once that she failed to see the Queen Mother and failed to obtain this jade hairpin."

"Originally, the Queen Mother intended for her to inherit the position of the Kunlun Mountain in the human world."

"And with the rhythm of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain and this jade hairpin, to maintain her mind free from dust and obstacles, the master of Kunlun Mountain, but alas..."

Wei Yuan put away the jade hairpin. This jade hairpin seemed to be a clear and serene stream of light, but in reality, it was like the core of Kunlun Mountain, icy and deep, piercing straight into the bones, freezing his hands cold. He wrapped his hands around the hot tea, and only then did he feel a little more comfortable. He curiously asked, "Maintain the mind?"

Nüba glanced at the Daoist and said, "This is the second thing I want to tell you. We, including Jue, are all carrying both pure and turbid Qi within us, using pure Qi to suppress turbid Qi. And as yin and yang circulate, the turbid Qi that Jue suppresses is too powerful. In the past, the Queen Mother of the West was always helping to suppress it. Therefore, she behaved coldly and indifferently when she was young."

"And because of saving you, one, she was separated from the Queen Mother of the West."

"Two, she lost the opportunity to become the Kunlun Mountain God and obtain the Western Imperial Jade Hairpin, just to take care of you for more than twenty years. Afterwards, she was imprisoned in a place where turbid Qi was scattered, leaving behind hidden dangers."

Nüba closed her eyes and said, "She was moved by mortal emotions, and the pure and turbid Qi were faintly imbalanced. Before, in order to join forces with you to suppress Gonggong, when Yao Ji was not present and her authority was incomplete, she went all out, exceeding her limit, and the pure and turbid Qi have already become somewhat..."

"She must not increase her own strength again."

"If she doesn't control it."

"I'm afraid that the turbid Qi will suppress the pure Qi." The white-haired Daoist opened his mouth.

Nüba was speechless. Originally, she just felt that there was nothing between these two people. If there was a promise, it couldn't be said to be so. There didn't seem to be any earth-shattering agreements or love-hate entanglements. When looking at the past with the Kunlun Mirror in Kunlun Mountain, she would even feel a little bored.

But it seemed that they had accompanied each other in a plain and ordinary way for too long.

No promises.

No agreements either.

Thinking about it, nothing would have happened without each other.

If the coachman disciple of Master did not have that child on his shoulder, would Master and he not have to rack their brains for the frightened child? That would save a lot of effort.

If the sharp soldiers of the Black Ice Terrace of the Great Qin failed to take down the thumb ring and make an agreement to slay evil gods and kill Zhao Gao, then dying under the spear of the Overlord would not be a magnificent end.

If the Deputy Celestial Master of the Taiping Dao, who had lost his disciples, teachers, and friends, had not been taken care of by that girl for more than twenty years, he would have just wandered alone in the battlefields of the troubled times and died alone. He would not have thought of developing the Yellow Turban Warriors and Sleeve Universe for the sake of the girl and to make it easier for him to move.

If the sword saint, forgetting himself and his sword, raised his head in the courtyard, he would not have seen the mountain where the celestial maiden was sleeping from afar, but rather lakes and bright moons, which would also be appropriate and very romantic. If there was no flower shop across from the museum, it would not make any difference.

But it just felt like something was missing for no reason.

When Nüba was playing with the Kunlun Mirror, she kept thinking that it was so boring, so boring, so boring. Compared to the love-hate entanglement of saving the world and being enemies between herself and Yinglong, it was as bland as a cup of tea that had been brewed without flavor. But unknowingly, she had seen it to the end.

Plain and ordinary, separating and reuniting, a few thousand years had passed.

If there was no Jue, would he still be who he is now?

Or rather, it was because he met Jue that the young man in front of her slowly went from being a tribal potter who couldn't even cultivate to what he is now, step by step. Every magnificent event in his life, every turning point, had the presence of Jue. Without any one of those lives, without any one of those events, he would no longer be who he is now, and there would be changes and differences in his character. She raised her eyes to look at the green-shirted Daoist in front of her, and saw that he seemed to be able to maintain his composure. She praised him in her heart, after all, he was the bamboo of Nanshan who had just learned about the Turbid Qi and still remained calm. His heart was tenacious and truly amazing. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard a faint sound.

"Hmm?!"

Nüba was puzzled, and then her gaze lowered slightly, her pupils constricted.

She saw that the teacup in the Daoist's hand slowly turned into dust. The seats, stone table, and even half of the quiet room were silently collapsing into a terrifying scene of causal chaos, silently turning into dust, surrounding the white-haired Daoist. It was clear how chaotic his mind was.

The white-haired Wei Yuan raised his eyes. Due to the problem with his foundation, under the agitation of his emotions, the karma behind him could not be controlled and entangled, turning into a Daoist.

He also slowly raised his eyes, his face ancient and unclear. In his left eye, the long river of time circulated. In his right eye, karma turned into myriad laws. His whole body was shrouded in the vast sky. One hand held up a jade pearl, symbolizing the pillar that supports the sky and grounds the earth. One hand held a long sword, cutting down myriad laws.

The Ten True Body phenomena had naturally manifested. The space-time and karma of the surrounding human world, and the environment in which they were located, were directly cut off.

Nüba's eyes widened, and she was shocked and dazed. She murmured to herself, "This, this..."

The Daoist's voice was vast and hoarse, like the wind from the ancient ages...

"How will Jue be?"

Guixu.

The Guixu Overlord, dressed in black, concealed his face and said cheerfully, "I am the guardian of Guixu..."

"This Guixu Walker has completed your mission very well. I will personally upgrade your authority for you."

Opposite him was a celestial maiden in a light-colored top and a black dress, Jue.

The Guixu Overlord rarely had the boldness of his youth, his bearing was spirited. He waved his right hand and said, "Merit is rewarded, and crime is punished."

"My Guixu is rich in the four seas, and wealth flows through all realms. Since you have made great contributions, you should naturally be rewarded!"

"Tell me, what do you want from the many magical treasures, myriad divine powers, cultivation techniques, and spiritual materials of heaven and earth?!"

Extra rewards?

The cold and clear maiden rested her finger on her chin, pondered for a long time, and said:

"Then, I want money!"

The Guixu Overlord's expression froze: "???" The maiden thought in her heart.

Get the money.

Then secretly let Yuan pick it up bit by bit. A little less on the first day, a little more on the second day. Nothing on the third day.

Even more on the fourth day.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of the maiden's lips. That way, he can be happy for a long time, right? Happy every day.