Chapter 1 The Museum's Daily Life

The museum doors were closed, with no customers.

The wind chimes hanging on the door frame tinkled gently. A soft breeze and the setting sun painted the sky as people on bicycles rode down the sloping road. A girl lay lazily on the table, her cheek pressed against the surface, like a soft, slumped dumpling.

"I still have to reply..."

The girl stared at the scenery outside for a while, then straightened up. She gently patted her face with both hands, invigorating her spirit.

"Yes, reply!"

Even though she was unwilling and desired to go to the South Sea, Jue had to accept reality, accept this mission, and decline Wei Yuan's invitation.

On one hand, she needed to guard against exposing her identity as someone from Guixu.

On the other hand, it was also to figure out what happened in Kunlun and to find out the whereabouts of the Queen Mother of the West. She wanted to use the power of Guixu to find the Queen Mother and explore the past of Kunlun, which was why she cared about her identity as a Guixu emissary.

Of course, it would be even better if she could earn some extra money along the way.

*cough* This was just an incidental and unimportant goal.

The Lord of Guixu had a vast family fortune and shouldn't mind her fleecing him a little. A poor Daoist priest was easy to support, even with a small Daoist or a small celestial maiden.

Jue was worried that if she couldn't go to Kunlun this time, the task might be given to other members.

And how long would it be before another mission involving Kunlun came her way?

Therefore, she had to go on this mission.

But looking at the name on the Guixu jade token, the girl frowned slightly and muttered to herself, "Guixu Guardian Pixiu?"

"Why does it have to be Pixiu?"

She looked at the [Kuang] (Rampage) mask she had prepared, quite puzzled. "I don't look like a Pixiu."

She pinched her cheeks.

Soft and squishy.

She didn't quite understand why the Lord of Guixu would give her the title of Pixiu. Was it because she had swallowed his wealth? But according to the records of Kunlun Mountain, the Lord of Guixu controlled the passages of all the worlds and could be said to be rich beyond measure, so he shouldn't be so stingy.

The girl put this thought aside.

Sitting in the chair that Wei Yuan often sat in, she picked up Wei Yuan's pen from the pen holder and twirled it on her finger. She thought that she definitely couldn't go this time, couldn't accept Wei Yuan's invitation, but...

If she refused directly, she worried that Ah Yuan's personality would make him overthink.

She had to refuse, but also have a reasonable reason.

As for finding a scapegoat...

The girl looked at the water ghost in the butler's uniform, handsome but terribly unreliable.

Looking at the girl who was diligently writing and drawing, he felt guilty.

He turned around and began to write a letter—

"...The museum always needs someone to look after it; otherwise, I wouldn't feel at ease leaving it to Vodka-niangniang and the water ghost."

Thinking about it, given Ah Yuan's familiarity with the water ghost, he should be able to accept it. But to be on the safe side, she still had to raise a question to divert his attention.

The girl pondered and wrote:

'Also, I seem to have found traces of the Queen Mother of the West.

'But I don't know why, I never seem to be able to find her in time, as if I'm always one step short. Do you have any solutions, Yuan?'

In the time concept of a long-lived being, Jue grew up with Wei Yuan.

She understood his personality even better than he did himself.

After sending the letter, the girl got up and looked at the museum artist and the water ghost. The water ghost noticed the girl's gaze and said with a hearty smile, "Boss, would you like something to drink? Happy water? We have happy water at room temperature, iced happy water, and premium cherry happy water!"

The girl smiled gently and said, "No need."

She took a slight breath, then looked at the water ghost and the artist, revealing a dignified smile, and said, "I may need to cultivate a new flower at the flower shop, but I will occasionally come over to check on the museum. When I'm not here, I'll leave things to you."

"Whatever you do, don't cause trouble."

The girl warned seriously.

The water ghost, dressed in a butler's uniform tailored to fit his body, smiled elegantly: "Of course. Leave it to us, boss."

He mixed a glass of happy water and said, "We live here, and the museum is also very important to us. Of course, we will protect it when the boss is not here.

We definitely won't mess around.”

The artist scribbled away.

The dark-browed, big-eyed warrior spirit said in a deep voice, "I swear on the name of the Qi Family Army!

I will definitely protect the safety of this place!"

Jue looked at them and nodded slightly, feeling a little relieved. She turned and left, passing through the old street, walking through the flower lane, and arriving at the flower shop amidst the jingling sounds. The warrior spirit raised his thick eyebrows, and the water ghost, holding a tray in one hand, bowed slightly, his movements still. The artist stopped his brush and quietly pricked up his ears.

The museum suddenly became quiet.

"Three!"

"Yay!"

The silent museum was suddenly filled with noise. The water ghost abruptly pulled back with both hands, a cheerful smile on his face: "The boss isn't home today!"

"Awesome!"

The artist tied up her hair with a hair tie.

The small, delicate-faced girl's eyes lit up.

"Heh heh heh, ha... Wahahaha!"

"I can paint whatever I want now!"

"I'm going back to the water!"

The dark-browed, big-eyed warrior spirit was silent. He coughed and said slowly, "Don't go too far."

"I'm watching you!"

He warned his friends in a low voice, then seemed helpless with these two friends who got excited but wouldn't cause any harm to the surroundings. He sighed, as if unable to bear to watch their revelry, and finally returned to his house, closing the door.

His movements suddenly became agile, and he ran quickly to the computer.

He turned it on and opened a website.

The computer warned, "Dangerous website."

He closed it.

Continued browsing!

Oh yeah, the big-shot artist who had disappeared for several months had uploaded a new work again.

The dark-browed, big-eyed warrior spirit held a cup of green tea with wolfberries.

He finished appreciating the new work uploaded by this big-shot artist.

Oh, it was the classic light NTR style.

The dark-browed, big-eyed warrior spirit typed a comment: "This theme is really great!"

"Madam, you don't want your husband's work to be affected, do you?"

Outside, the water ghost elegantly drank happy water from a goblet.

Then he saw a message pop up in the group, raised his eyebrows, and opened the website with a sneer, ignoring the risk warning and forcibly entering. He saw the comments below, bit the goblet in his mouth, stretched out his hands, and typed a comment.

"Dear Madam, if someone threatens you with your husband's job or your children's studies, please tell me, and I will make sure they never appear in front of you again. Hunter-Bull Corps, Pure Love Knight, Knight Number 52421"

Then he picked up the happy water with a sneer.

I'm a pure love warrior, what haven't I seen?

Next door, the dark-browed, big-eyed warrior spirit pondered.

After a long silence, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

He slowly stretched out his hands.

"52421 Knight"

"You don't want your commander to fail to meet his quota this year, do you?"

Water Ghost: "..."

???

You can even do that?

On the sofa, a certain artist was happily eating melon seeds while watching the NTR enthusiast and the pure love warrior tear each other apart.

The museum owner was not at home!

Even though there were still battles and killings in the distant beyond, the human world was still at peace.

Ancient times.

Kunlun Ruins.

The terrifying clash caused a huge impact on the waters of the Four Seas. In these constantly churning waters, as if to flood the world, countless streams of water with strange light pierced through space and instantly gathered in the void.

They transformed into a tall, stern-faced youth. He covered his chest with one hand, breathing rapidly, his face twisted with fear.

He lowered his head, saw the clash below, and knew that the Turbid Qi Earth was still clashing with [Hou Tu] and the man who had suddenly appeared, wielding terrifying swordsmanship. Xiu gritted his teeth and constantly convinced himself in his heart.

"This is not my fault!"

"That swordsman is too terrifying. He's simply one of the ten greatest masters of swordsmanship!"

"He's the ultimate in swordsmanship!"

"Yes, I'm not running away, I'm just preserving my strength!"

"This is not my fault!"

"Even if Gonggong were here, she would definitely choose to escape!"

"Even he would do the same!" She instantly moved tens of thousands of miles away, crossed space, and then rushed toward a safe area at an even more terrifying speed. But then she noticed something different and saw the surging waves below. She had crossed a terrifying distance of tens of thousands, or even millions, of miles, but hadn't seen even a single island.

The surroundings were quiet.

Yes, even though the waves were so turbulent that they seemed to be destroying the world, they still gave people a strange sense of tranquility.

Only the starlight was gentle and the moonlight flowed.

Starlight?!

The youth's face suddenly changed. He looked up sharply, but saw nothing. When he turned back, he didn't see anything until he looked in the direction he had been facing. He saw the ink-colored clothes as dark as night, and the cold, indifferent face of the young Emperor.

"Heavenly Emperor?!"

She blurted out, "Impossible!"

"You should be restrained right now!"

"The Turbid World Heavenly Vault has already made a move, leading his entire army to attack!"

"According to past experience, you shouldn't have the energy to spare!"

Di Jun said indifferently, "Restrained?"

"What makes you think that?"

"What makes you think that the power you see from me on a normal day is my full strength?"

Before his voice fell, the tall man holding the spear was already surrounded by boundless starlight. She suddenly thought of what had happened before, and suddenly thought of the rumored personality of the Heavenly Emperor. She had a flash of inspiration and shouted loudly, "Wait, Di Jun, I know where your opponent is!"

The starlight suddenly froze.

Strands of starlight, slender but sharp, were almost piercing through Xiu's eyebrows. They stopped abruptly, like a waterfall of celestial wine.

Each ray of starlight represented the terrifying high temperature that melted mountains and evaporated rivers. It was beautiful and shocking, but also carried a terrifying deterrent.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his body stiff, but he didn't dare to move. The Heavenly Emperor said indifferently, "My opponent?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Your opponent..." The tall Turbid World Water God stammered, "He said that he once discussed the meaning of power with you..."

The corner of Di Jun's mouth curled up slightly, but then it seemed to be his imagination.

Di Jun said indifferently, "Power? What is it?"

"??!"

"I'm asking you, what are his mythical concepts and power?"

How could he possibly know?!

The Turbid Qi Water God struggled in his heart.

Was he supposed to say that he had abandoned his teammates and fled without even seeing the other party's concepts of power?

No, he couldn't possibly say that; otherwise, with the Heavenly Emperor's personality, he would definitely kill him without hesitation.

He hardened his heart and said, "Swordsmanship!"

"He uses swordsmanship to reach the divine, uses swordsmanship to evolve the Dao. With a sword in hand, he is unrivaled in the world!" "Unparalleled in killing!"

"He is the strongest combat-type Dao fruit!"

The cold and aloof Heavenly God muttered to himself, "Swordsmanship, killing..."

"Combat-type Dao fruit."

The Turbid Qi Water God saw the Heavenly Emperor's eyes light up. Even as his opponent, he could feel the joy and anticipation of this most terrifying enemy in the Turbid World. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, feeling that his life had been saved.

He knew that this Heavenly Emperor, who was always looking for opponents, would most likely choose to find that person to discuss the Dao.

Then he saw the Heavenly Emperor nod and say in a flat tone, "Not bad."

"Good news, worthy of praise and reward."

"I can give you an extra chance."

The starlight suddenly dissipated.

The Turbid Qi Water God's face froze slightly.

He saw a row of weapons made of tempered starlight inserted upside down into the void, emitting a terrifying power that shook the void.

"You are injured. I won't take advantage of you. You can choose any one weapon, or all of them."

The Heavenly Emperor put his right hand behind his back, closed his eyes, and said indifferently:

"I won't use power, I'll only use my left hand."

"If I can't kill you within seven moves..."

The Heavenly Emperor, with his eyes closed and his right hand behind his back, with the stars behind him, plucked a strand of black hair from his temple, then released it and pointed forward with two fingers, his voice flat:

"I pardon you, you will not die."

ps: Third update today, 3800 words~