Exchanging the Yuanshi Tianzun's most cherished skill!

Rich Qi energy flowed once more on the yellow-orange copper coin. Then, countless tiny and exquisite strands of causal threads bloomed violently, flowing freely and endlessly, ultimately merging with the heavens and earth, faintly connecting to the most fundamental cause of the entire world.

Thereafter, a vast and complex knowledge surged forth, landing upon the refined scholar.

His brow unfurled, and his eyes closed.

Merging with the nature of heaven!

Instantly accepting and mastering such power.

It was indeed an unparalleled, age-old skill, bordering on the Dao!

An unmatched, the strongest, the most powerful technique!

A technique that could leave its mark on history and time, directly or indirectly affecting countless living beings. If his life and legends were to continue to circulate, they would, to a certain extent, manifest as a legendary version of supernatural power!

The refined scholar did not think, but simply sensed the Qi energy, sensing the vast and powerful technique that had already transformed into a fundamental principle. After a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes. His true spirit ascended above, using absolute rationality to strip away his personal emotions!

Man follows the sword, without self or other, the emotionlessness of the Supreme!

Thus, he could comprehend this technique with the greatest probability and to the greatest extent, simulating the other party's methods to the greatest degree.

In other words, accepting this technique's endowment with the greatest probability and to the greatest extent.

After a long while, the refined scholar suddenly stood up, then extended his hands, his eyes closed. He manipulated the Qi energy, feeling as if he held two weapons in each hand. The handles were made of wood, and a faint coldness circulated on the blades, emitting a chilling sharpness that pierced the bones.

These were superior weapons!

Then, under the manipulation of Qi energy and karma, a series of ferocious and terrifying beasts naturally appeared before him, raising their heads and roaring. Their skin, muscles, and bones were all robust, and their muscles had been tempered by the Qi energy of heaven and earth, making them both tough and sturdy.

The Turbid World Fuxi closed his eyes.

There was no need to look.

There was no need to feel.

He would listen to the accumulation of skill and the abundance of experience.

Then, with a step, his figure transformed into a stream of light, instantly plunging into the midst of the demon beasts.

The cold light was sharp, easily tearing apart the demon beasts' spines, even shattering them. Then, he evoked thunder and fire, clear water, and the fragrance of plants. The more he used these powers, the more confident, the more composed the refined scholar with his eyes closed became. He felt more and more like an unmatched master, his peers yielding, surrounded by the passage of time, with no more enemies.

This was!

Across the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, throughout the ages,

The strongest!

The unparalleled Grandmaster!

After the flashing of blades, thunder, and fire, the Qi energy turned tyrannical, and there were two loud sounds.

From afar came the loud cheers of a familiar person: "Haha, good! Good! What a technique!"

"What a method!"

As everything dissipated, the Turbid World Fuxi felt his state of mind complete and free. Without even opening his eyes, he knew that he had accomplished an unprecedented feat.

He had brought the Yuanshi Tianzun's strongest technique to its fullest potential!

Unfazed, he sat down at the stone table.

He opened his eyes—

And then saw a table full of delicious dishes before him.

The aura of a Grandmaster on his face slowly froze.

Huh?!

He saw that the delicacies emitted an incredibly tempting aroma, then slowly shifted his gaze, looking at the 'swords' from before: a square Shenzhou kitchen knife and a sharp boning knife were stuck upside down on the table. Fuxi was silent. He lowered his head and saw that his sleeves were rolled up, he was wearing an apron, and several fierce beasts lay dead on the ground beside him.

The best meat from their bodies had already been cut off.

A tall man clapped his hands, then sat down at the stone table, reaching out with his chopsticks to feast, saying, "Amazing, amazing! Tianji, when did you learn such a unique cooking skill? This really is worthy of being called unparalleled throughout the ages!"

Chewing, chewing.

The Turbid World Fuxi was silent.

Silent.

His body swayed.

He could almost still hear his own heroic words from before.

This seat swears!

"The most wrong and foolish thing you ever did was give this opportunity to me!"

It was cooking.

So it was cooking…

The refined scholar's gaze swept over the food.

Countless pieces of knowledge flashed through his mind—how to choose the ripeness of vegetables, how to select the most delicious part of an animal's body, the most unpalatable food in the world—the Bifang cooked by Yu the Great.

"How to Accurately Tell Which Melon is Ripe When Slapping It"

"On the Effect of Sow Postpartum Care on the Crispy Skin of Roast Suckling Pig"

"Intelligence on Seven Thousand Eight Hundred and Thirty-Six Vegetable Markets Within Three Hundred Li of the Zhenyao Museum Old Street"

"Jue's Favorite Menu 1"

"Best Ratio of Hot Pot Shoe Material"

"Jue's Favorite Menu…"

"The Possibility of Large Intestine Sashimi, ps: Reject Original Flavor"

The refined scholar was silent.

Expressionless, he reached out and placed his hand next to the stone table, next to a table of extremely delicious food. The tall man in front of him was still feasting, even picking up the pot to gnaw on. The Turbid World Fuxi was silent for a long time, then suddenly murmured to himself, faintly mocking himself, but his brow was still calm, still carrying that refined, composed indifference.

"Yuanshi Tianzun, the Cause of All Fruits, the Self-Completion of Merit, Transcending Destiny."

"Cannot be seen, cannot be measured, cannot be calculated."

"One calculation and it's wrong."

"One calculation and it's wrong."

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is…"

He seemed to have finally calmed down.

Then he suddenly took a deep breath and exerted force with both hands.

"+!"

Boom!!

He flipped the table!

The entire table of delicacies was sent flying.

The refined scholar revealed the visage of a god-demon, almost infuriated to the extreme, roaring loudly, his voice shaking the wilderness without ceasing. Even such a refined and experienced man was trembling with anger: "Yuanshi, Tianzun! i!"

"I will kill you!"

"I will kill you!!!"

"Ah-choo!"

Wei Yuan sneezed.

He wondered, "At my level, I can still catch a cold? Hmm, it seems that Turbid World Fuxi is probably talking about me again." He could completely understand the other party's feelings, probably like having something good within reach, only to have it snatched away.

That was basically comparable to, "I won the lottery,"

"But accidentally drank some wine and overslept."

"Ah, I can suddenly empathize."

However, Wei Yuan still couldn't figure out what he had lost, what had been traded away. He was silent for a moment, rubbed his temples, and raised his eyes to see a bright moon hanging high above the starry sky.

It was breathtakingly beautiful, with stars densely scattered across the sky, so he calmed down.

The Heavenly Emperor was still there, and the sun, moon, and stars were still there.

The Great Wilderness was safe.

Wei Yuan looked at Shi Yi beside him, asking the latter to protect him, and then found a quiet corner, preparing to try to question the true spirits in the Kunlun Ruins, attempting to communicate with them.

His movements paused, and he lowered his head, looking at the white-haired girl following behind him.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

"I have something to deal with."

The Daoist pointed to the stone over there and said, "You can sit there and rest for a while."

The white-haired girl's face was pale and bloodless, her eyes were pure black and lusterless, and she said,

"Is it something you can't let me know?"

Wei Yuan thought about it and had to nod, comforting her gently, "It's something dangerous, so it's better for you not to know. It'll be more dangerous, and I don't want to see you get hurt." Fortunately, although this Wa Huang had no common sense and no knowledge of normal situations, her personality seemed to lean more towards the tyrannical and bloody nature of the primitive and barbaric gods.

She was in a state where bloodiness and innocence coexisted.

But she would still listen to him; at least, she was still very well-behaved under normal circumstances. So the white-haired girl nodded.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his face.

Then he saw the girl turn around and walk to a spot ten steps away from him, "distancing" herself from him, then covering her eyes with both hands, but her fair fingers were separated again, and through the gaps between her fingers, he could see the girl's dark and large eyes staring at him without blinking.

Wei Yuan: "..."

The girl's expression remained unchanged, and she silently moved back another step.

She squatted down, covering her eyes with both hands, staring at Wei Yuan without blinking.

Her deep eyes were like the most beautiful gems in the world.

The Daoist smiled helplessly. A sentence suddenly popped into his mind: "The cat is very worried about you."

"It's even worried that you might drown in the toilet."

Rubbing his temples, he looked at his sleeves. The space within was naturally formed, like a world, in which there were many remaining souls imprisoned by the Turbid World Kunlun Ruins. The focus was on the warrior from the Three-Headed Kingdom who died from the outbreak of turbid Qi on the island in the South Sea.

He had come here on the orders of Zhurong to find the demon sealed in the space.

After paying a heavy price, he saw that the so-called demon

was Zhurong himself, bound by countless chains.

And the body of that warrior from the Three-Headed Kingdom died from the invasion of turbid Qi, while his soul was left in the Kunlun Ruins of the Turbid World Secret Realm for a long time. Would such a true spirit have any imprints left by the Turbid World? Definitely.

Wei Yuan himself could be fearless.

But the white-haired girl in front of him couldn't.

At this moment, Wei Yuan felt a sharp pain in his brow, and suddenly a series of voices came from his ears: "Hey hey hey!!! Yuan brat, what's wrong with you?!"

"What happened?!"

"What happened?!"

"Answer me!"

Wei Yuan clutched his brow, gritting his teeth: "Fuxi!" Just now, in the Turbid World Kunlun Ruins, Wei Yuan couldn't contact Fuxi, and the other side couldn't contact Wei Yuan either. This guy seemed to have divined and sensed something, and directly launched a barrage of trash talk. In the Turbid World Kunlun Ruins, this information was blocked, but now it all erupted at once, directly stuffing his mind and making the Daoist's brow ache.

Gritting his teeth, he retorted with a few words to shut up.

Suddenly, he thought that he could temporarily let Fuxi protect Wa Huang. At least, Fuxi could be trusted to protect Wa Huang. On the other hand, Wei Yuan needed Fuxi to personally conceal and protect the girl's heavenly secrets, to prevent the Fuxi of the Turbid World from noticing the problem and coming to find her.

The only one who could restrain the Turbid World Fuxi in terms of reversing the congenital Bagua and heavenly secrets divination

was the genuine Fuxi.

After all, in terms of targeting and defending against himself,

Fuxi was practically an expert.

Hmm, and he should also have Green Shirt Wei watching him.

He had to be wary of Fuxi at all times; he couldn't afford not to be.

Wei Yuan thought for a moment, then leaned down slightly and made eye contact with the white-haired girl, asking, "I might be in some danger here. Um, I can temporarily introduce an older brother to you. He needs to distort the heavenly secrets around you to prevent the Turbid World from chasing after you."

The white-haired girl looked at Wei Yuan.

Her expression was cold and her face had no ripples:

"If they chase after you, will you be in danger?"

The Daoist was slightly stunned, and then his expression softened.

The girl was squatting on the ground, and the tall Daoist was kneeling halfway on the ground, his expression gentle as he made eye contact with her, and nodded:

"Yes."

"So, just consider it me asking you to help me, okay?"

"Afterward, I'll treat you to delicious things. I'll make them myself, and they'll definitely be the most delicious in the world," the Daoist said confidently.

"Yes."

The white-haired girl nodded, curiosity and great anticipation in her eyes. She reached out and rubbed the Daoist's hair.

"Good girl."

Wei Yuan sensed that his state of mind was soothed, and his mentality became inexplicably deep, like a long night.

Then he snapped his fingers, connecting with Fuxi.

When he looked up, the gentleness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by arrogance, coldness, and sharpness. He retorted with even more trash talk.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

"Did someone cut off your kidney without anesthesia, or are you going through menopause?!" Fuxi roared, his tail slapping the ground, saying:

"If you don't apologize to me today, I'll fight you! You nephew, do you believe I..."

"Do you believe I'll get a haircut for fifteen days from the first day of the first month to the fifteenth day of the first month?!"

Wei Yuan retorted without hesitation.

Then he looked at the white-haired girl next to him and said, "I need your help with something."

Fuxi was stunned.

He wants me to help?

Then the expression on his face gradually became arrogant and unrestrained, and he laughed loudly: "You're begging me!!!"

Wei Yuan was expressionless and took out his phone.

Selfie.

He photographed the girl touching his hair.

The heavenly secrets connection was transmitted.

Target: Fuxi.

Then he turned off his phone with a snap.