“Heh… profound Qi dynamic, distinctly clear. Looks like you've made great progress over there.”

“I'm afraid he's already reached the peak of the Xuanyuan level.”

“Not bad.”

Calm, indifferent words, a tall figure, a gray robe with wide sleeves, a face shrouded in a layer of gray mist that could not be penetrated by the divine soul, mysterious and unpredictable. In Wei Yuan's mind, that was Zhu Jiuyin.

But now, he stiffly looked up, forcing a smile.

What his eyes saw was that the gray mist had long since dissipated, revealing familiar features that made Wei Yuan's scalp tingle. He could only echo in his mind, "Xian of the Azure Shirt!" This guy really wasn't lying.

Zhu Jiuyin and Xian of the Azure Shirt were exactly the same from physique to appearance.

That gray robe with wide sleeves and that tall, indifferent expression were illusions similar to [Refining Falsehood to Return to Truth].

It was fake.

It was caused by directly altering the perception and divine soul feedback of the beings who saw Him.

Wei Yuan looked at Zhu Jiuyin, who was sitting there solemnly, saw Him in a gray robe, slightly larger than usual, holding a teacup in both hands, calmly blowing on the steam, with the same eyebrows and eyes as Xian, the only difference being that one was quite calm and natural, with long hair draped over her shoulders and crimson eye shadow at the corners of her eyes, while the other was unadorned, with black hair braided and coiled up, meticulously.

"Hmm? Why this appearance?"

"It seems there is something to hide?"

Zhu Jiuyin in Wei Yuan's eyes raised His eyes, calm and indifferent.

He didn't speak, only the sound of the divine soul vibrating the void.

His expression and posture were meticulously dignified, holding the teacup and drinking tea.

His tone was calm and indifferent: "Tell me, what did you encounter?"

"…Nothing, actually, I did encounter Fuxi, but it was somewhat different from the original plan.” The white-haired Daoist calmly shifted his gaze, silently chanting in his heart, *I can't see it, I can't see it, I can't see it*, and then, in a slightly calmer tone, he recounted what had happened before.

When he mentioned the past, he only lightly said that he had been sent to a small world in the past.

He had experienced some twists and turns.

That was all.

Zhu Jiuyin raised an eyebrow and said lightly, "Whom did you encounter?"

Wei Yuan: "…"

He sighed helplessly, "Do you always have to be so clever at this time?"

"Can't you let me hide it from you just once?"

The gray-robed Celestial God smiled coldly, casually tapping the teacup on the stone table. The white-haired Daoist habitually raised the teapot, preparing to pour tea, but when he looked up, he saw that the gray mist had dissipated, and he saw the dignified and elegant God with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth and smiling eyes, expressionless, raising an eyebrow.

Slender fingers pressed on the cup, the fingertips sinking slightly, and then softly circled the cup.

Leaning back slightly, resting against the back of the chair, a pair of white-shoed feet crossed.

Swinging back and forth.

The tone was leisurely and calm:

"Pour tea."

The white-haired Daoist's forehead twitched.

Calm down!

Calm down!

This guy is a man… Wait, a Primordial Chaos God, He has no distinction between yin and yang.

Why did it feel so natural when He was in the gray robe, but now that He's changed His face, it feels a little off? Could it be that the karma and friendship between me and Zhu Jiuyin for several generations can be interfered with by just a face?

Impossible!

Wei Yuan poured tea without changing his expression.

Then the tea spilled.

Zhu Jiuyin nodded slightly, his tone calm and composed: "You're actually distracted. It seems that this experience has left you with quite a few 'imprints'. Interesting. And judging from the depth of your current Qi dynamic, you must have encountered one of the Ten Greats. Was it Hundun?"

"Yes, but not entirely."

Wei Yuan said, "There was also Hou."

Zhu Jiuyin frowned: "Houtu? It was her…"

Wei Yuan was surprised: "What's wrong? Are you and her on bad terms?"

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head: "It's not like that. I've always felt that a character like hers is prone to danger, and in the end, it was as I expected. It's just a pity that I was studying the Reversal of Yin and Yang supernatural power at the time and didn't have time to help."

"And she didn't come to me beforehand either."

Zhu Jiuyin frowned: "Could it be that she thinks I'm not trustworthy?"

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. [Houtu] possessed a natural intuition. If Houtu felt that you were untrustworthy, wouldn't this guy be black inside? Ah, no, he seems to be black… He's black inside, but he's on the side of order.

"Hundun has already died, but Houtu has only fallen into danger."

"Your brow is furrowed. It seems that you plan to come to me for a solution?"

Zhu Jiuyin's tone was calm as he raised his hand and drank tea.

Wei Yuan nodded: "Yes. Now that I know the approximate location, I'm going to look for Zhurong next, to the South Sea…" He told Zhu Jiuyin a little about his subsequent decisions, mainly because of the limitations of the Buzhoushan body.

Yes, it was powerful, with strength, speed, and an indestructible body.

But this indestructibility only meant that the defense was excellent, not definitive.

What left all the gods behind eating exhaust fumes was the health bar.

Old Buzhoushan was only stunned when Gonggong at his peak of rage crashed into him. He hadn't even activated the myth concept, which showed how thick his health bar was. An ordinary opponent's full-force attack would probably only take off a tiny bit of his health bar, which, proportionally, was no different from being at full health.

The opponent had an attack power of 15,000, which was incredibly powerful.

Old Buzhoushan had a health bar that approached ∞.

*My health regeneration is slow, but my health pool is high!*

*Fight? What are you going to fight?*

The enraged and charging Water God Gonggong was so terrifying that even Dijun wouldn't directly confront him head-on. Old Buzhoushan didn't activate the myth concept and took a hit to his lower back, only to be stunned. Anyone with a little understanding knew how terrifying that concept was.

It was also because the Water God Gonggong's attack power was too terrifying.

Old Buzhoushan spent five thousand years regenerating his health before he came to his senses.

Well, if Old Buzhoushan could get the same level of health regeneration speed as Shi Yi, he would probably be invincible, at least unbeatable. He might not necessarily win, but he definitely couldn't lose…

And Wei Yuan's strength hadn't yet reached Old Buzhoushan's level.

Old Buzhoushan's current strength was only at the [Buzhou Fuzi Mountain] level.

In addition, he had to protect Wa Huang, Ah Xuan, and Feng Siyu. Therefore, a magic treasure that could both make up for Wei Yuan's own shortcomings and provide external protection for others who were not strong enough was essential. It would be best if it could also slightly suppress the heavenly secrets.

Zhu Jiuyin thoughtfully said, "…I see. That's true."

"You can't feel at ease leaving Wa Huang anywhere else. Although Old Buzhoushan is strong enough, he is too…sudden and careless. He's not someone you can trust to take care of Wa Huang. So, it's safer to bring her along no matter what."

"Yes…"

Wei Yuan nodded.

He silently added another reason in his heart.

Otherwise, Fuxi would probably annoy him to death.

Zhu Jiuyin said indifferently, "Well, the idea is fine, but do you have any preliminary choices? Among the treasures in the human world that meet your requirements, there is only the Shennong Whip right now. But if you take the Shennong Whip, the Tu Shan Clan will lose the treasure to suppress their Qi dynamic. That won't work; it's just robbing Peter to pay Paul."

"And you will eventually have to return the treasure."

"Why not refine one yourself?"

Wei Yuan said with a headache, "But I don't know how to refine a treasure of this level."

Zhu Jiuyin supported his chin with one hand, calmly tapping the table with his fingers. He said, "It's fine. It's not an extremely difficult thing. I can naturally teach you." This action, which Wei Yuan had long been accustomed to, made his forehead twitch at this moment. His gaze subconsciously shifted, not seeing that confident and composed look.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

"Oh? Heh… The so-called defense is just divided into three categories: conceptual resistance; heavenly secret suppression; and life force recovery. Although it's a bit greedy, it's best to be able to achieve a unity of all three. That way, it will be more compatible with your current needs."

Zhu Jiuyin said calmly:

"It's just a pity that the Daoist scriptures, legends, and the power of magic treasures in the human world are not enough."

"They cannot be used as a reference."

"Defenses based on the levels in the stories are too weak. But if you want to give the refined magic treasure a name that you're familiar with, you're free to do so. Yuanshi Tianzun, heh…" The God, who was dignified and meticulous, with a face exactly the same as Xian's but with a completely different temperament, said:

"I remember that in the Daoist scriptures, Yuanshi Tianzun has no magic treasure."

"The so-called Seven Treasure Tree in the stories is just a decoration in his palace; and the Taiji Diagram and Pangu Banner are even more out of the question. The Daoist canon does have the saying that Pangu Zhenren is Yuanshi Tianzun. At most, he only wears seventy-two colors of light. How are you going to refine it?"

Wei Yuan rubbed his brow: "Probably refine it into something that can protect others."

"A form that expands when released and gathers when retracted."

"Zhu Jiuyin, do you have any choices?"

Zhu Jiuyin pondered for a long time and said, "The method of refining must be chosen by yourself. It needs to be compatible with your own supernatural powers. As for the materials, I do have something similar. You've been to the Nine Netherworld once; you should have an impression."

He said, "Back then, when the Heavenly Pillar collapsed and died, the sky tilted to the northwest, and the earth sank to the southeast. The Nine Netherworld was born as a result."

"At this moment, in the deepest part of the Nine Netherworld."

"There are still fragments of the 'Heaven' that fell from the sky back then."

Wei Yuan's heart trembled.

Fragments of the Heavenly Dao were connected to the Buzhoushan body and related to the legend of Wa Huang mending the sky.

This was simply incomparably corresponding to himself.

As an instinct of his current level of cultivation, Wei Yuan had a feeling that this thing was almost certainly the most compatible material with him that he knew of. He would definitely be able to refine an extremely powerful treasure. He looked ahead, and then saw the gray-robed Celestial God raise an eyebrow, drink tea, and leisurely ask:

"But why would I give it to you?"

"Hmm?"

Wei Yuan was speechless. The ancient roughnecks' group next to him had already started carrying their small benches over to watch the show. After all, according to common sense, at this time, Curator Wei would of course shamelessly go up to rub his shoulders and back, pour tea and water, and pester him shamelessly. After being disliked in various ways, Zhu Jiuyin would reluctantly agree.

This could also be considered a habit of getting along. But now, Wei Yuan looked up at the God with pale gold eyes, unadorned, and a meticulous expression, looking at the Illuminator of the Nine Netherworld wearing a slightly larger gray robe, seeing Him leaning against the chair, swinging His legs leisurely.

Curator Wei cowardly shrank back.

"Ah, that what…"

"Otherwise, I'll think about it again?"

"Hmm?!" Old Shennong fell into deep thought.

"Eh?!" Da Yi was stunned, and then thoughtful.

"Strange…" Kua Fu stroked his chin, falling into temptation.

Even Xing Tian noticed something was wrong.

And Ji Xuanyuan was still watching the white-haired mmd animation.

Shennong stroked his beard and hesitated: "That what, A-Yuan, did you do something?"

The white-haired Daoist jumped up as if he had been burned: "No!"

So even Ji Xuanyuan noticed something was wrong.

The corners of the gray-robed Celestial God's mouth curled up bit by bit. The illusory body transformed, dispersing into nothingness and gathering into form, gathering and dispersing at will. Therefore, it was called Primordial Qi. This level of performance was far superior to ordinary escape techniques. He appeared in front of Wei Yuan and said, "Is it Xian's side?"

Zhu Jiuyin's expression was unfriendly.

Wei Yuan leaned back slightly and said, "No… No…"

Zhu Jiuyin narrowed His eyes slightly.

Zhu Jiuyin was thoughtful.

Zhu Jiuyin's eyes sank slightly, and then suddenly His expression changed slightly. On that face that was exactly the same as Xian's but with a different temperament, a hint of astonishment and a trace of fear appeared. He looked in the direction behind Wei Yuan and said, "It's you!!!"

?!!

An enemy?!

The white-haired Daoist's figure changed, also revealing the same realm as Zhu Jiuyin, 'gathering into form and dispersing into Qi'. He turned around, gripping his sword, his azure sleeves raised, blocking in front of Zhu Jiuyin. His pupils were alert as he looked forward, and then he was slightly stunned, only seeing a pile of melon-eating masses, seeing the ancient roughnecks.

Seeing Xing Tian, Da Yi, Shennong, Kua Fu, and Xuanyuan watching a small video.

Seeing them sitting on small benches holding watermelons.

Wei Yuan: "…"

The roughneck group: "…"

Then, after a moment of silence, a pile of ancient roughnecks bit into their watermelons, lifted their butts, and raised their benches with both hands, shifting backwards a long distance with a *da da da da* sound, and then put down their benches, sat down, and ate watermelons.

By the way, they raised their right thumbs and gave Wei Yuan a hearty smile.

*You're brave, A-Yuan!*

The white-haired Daoist's body stiffened.

He sensed the murderous aura behind him.

"That what, I can explain, I can explain oh…"

Wei Yuan was stiff.

A palm fell from the sky and grabbed Curator Wei's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Zhu Jiuyin said with a smile, "I saw it…"

*Crack, crack…*

"This matter is very complicated. Please allow me to explain it a bit, find a reason…"

"You saw it, right?"

ps: Today's first update…