Chapter 246 Familiar Faces

Just as the veil fluttered, Nuwa was able to see the girl's true face. Almost instinctively, she reached out and held the child in her arms, sensing the extremely strong backlash of heavenly secrets on the girl's body. She raised her eyebrows in slight surprise.

It was sent by Brother…

Hmm, a very strong aura of the Turbid World.

But.

She is of the human race.

Since it was sent by Brother, then there is no need to worry too much, because Fuxi, at least the real Fuxi, is absolutely trustworthy.

Nuwa had enough certainty about this.

However, what is this Brother doing, harming this child like this?

Nuwa held Jinmu Yuanjun, sensing the injuries on the girl's body, as well as the special nature of these two magical treasures. After a moment of contemplation, she said, "Were you chased here? I should help you…" She gently tapped the girl's forehead, and in an instant, the Dao fruit flowed and changed, turning this tall girl, who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, into a thirteen or fourteen-year-old.

She looked like a porcelain doll, quite adorable.

It also dissipated the killing intent on Jinmu Yuanjun, whose realm and Dao attainment were even above Wei Yuan's at this moment.

But as everyone knows, the level of cultivation and the ability to fight are two different things.

Nuwa carried the child and walked out. The Daoists along the way were astonished. One of the older, more稳重 Daoists hesitated and stepped forward to ask, "This, I don't know who this is…"

Nuwa smiled slightly and said, "This is my child."

"She has always had a chronic illness, and her pain has just returned. I wonder if there is a quiet place where she can rest for a while."

"Ah, yes, yes. The sect has quiet rooms prepared for guests, cleaned every day."

"Please come this way."

The Daoist who had been asked was flattered and quickly spoke, then hurriedly led the way to a quiet room. Opening the door, Nuwa placed the young version of Jinmu Yuanjun, who was still wearing a veil, on the bed. As she prepared to get up, the girl subconsciously grabbed her hand.

Her voice lacked the sharpness of a war goddess who had been invincible in the Turbid World; it was even somewhat weak:

"Mother… don't go…"

Nuwa's expression softened.

She pressed the back of the girl's hand and sat beside her, waiting quietly, her voice gentle:

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Ah, I didn't expect our reunion to be like this, Jinmu Yuanjun. It's been six thousand years, hasn't it?"

………………

Six thousand years ago, it was the time of the War to Mend the Heavens.

Fuxi of the Turbid World backstabbed and killed Nuwa, taking her true spirit and blood, then quickly fled. However, at that time, the human world did not only have him as a Turbid World powerhouse. Countless Turbid World powerhouses were running around, and at that time, Nuwa did not have the protection of any powerhouse.

The realm of the Ten Peak Dao Fruits.

Moreover, Nuwa, who was the creator, had a physical essence that was the most powerful tonic in the eyes of the Turbid World powerhouses!

Taking a bite would stimulate the power of creation within the body.

Completely swallowing her would add a strand of creation to their bloodline, and injuries would rapidly recover with each breath!

Even if they were unwilling to bear such karma, it was a superior material sufficient to refine top-notch magical treasures!

In Nuwa's remaining vision at the time, she could already see countless demons and Turbid World powerhouses running towards her. She only murmured and felt sad in her heart, not because of the experience she was about to encounter, but because of Fuxi. She only needed to think about Fuxi's sad expression when he saw her.

Just thinking of that Fuxi made her feel an uncontrollable sadness in her heart.

If she left, Brother would no longer have anyone he could trust in this world.

When the first Turbid World demon god approached, a sharp and subtle sound of air being torn apart came from the void. Hundreds of Turbid World demon gods in front were directly pierced through their foreheads at the same time, turning into ashes in an instant. In the endless annihilation, a girl wearing a veil quickly broke through the air and waved her hand.

A Turbid World Nine Tribulation Immortal Golden Lotus forcibly stabilized Nuwa's spirit.

It also directly led to Nuwa's survival after being ambushed by Fuxi of the Turbid World, with her spirit reincarnating, and her power directly transforming into the ten daughters of Nuwa, walking on the Great Wilderness. Jinmu Yuanjun had been on the front line of the Turbid World demons' frenzied invasion and slaughter of the pure world, without retreating even half a step. It was not until Fuxi appeared that she concealed her figure and mixed into the Turbid World demons to leave.

What she said to the Turbid World demon gods at that time was exactly the same sentence—

"I'm not going anywhere."

Nuwa reached out and stroked the girl's black hair, her expression gentle.

……………………

At the Shangqing Sect's gate, Lin Shouyi finally slowly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar Daoist beams of his house. The wooden material had experienced a very long time. He had been watching it from his youth to the present. The sense of familiarity that he had seen for more than a hundred years instantly calmed his heart.

Beside him were his disciples and Zhang Ruosu.

The old Daoist helped Lin Shouyi up and said, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

"Oh, Lin, you're really old. You fainted as soon as you said so. Come, have a sip of water and take it easy."

Zhang Ruosu handed over the tea. Lin Shouyi took a sip and murmured, "Hoo… I'm fine, fine."

"Daoist Zhang, I really made you laugh."

"I just seemed to have a nightmare just now. Haha… I actually dreamed that the Shangqing Lingbao Heavenly Lord really appeared here, in front of us. It's really ridiculous, isn't it… I…"

Lin Shouyi sighed and handed the water cup back to Zhang Ruosu.

He found Zhang Ruosu looking at him with a smile, nodding repeatedly.

Surprised, he subconsciously shifted his gaze to the outside.

He saw an old man wearing a simple homespun Daoist robe, his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, but with an especially ancient and vast temperament.

Lin Shouyi's relaxed expression gradually solidified.

The smile on his face disappeared little by little, and finally turned into a daze, and then his eyes rolled back.

Falling backwards.

At this moment, Zhang Ruosu pressed down on Lin Shouyi's philtrum and said, "Wake up, Lin! Wake up! It's not Lingbao Heavenly Lord. I just inquired. This is not the Shangqing Lingbao Heavenly Lord. This is just like my Jade Emperor. They are just the identities of the Heavenly Court Talismans in the human world. They are not the real Lingbao Heavenly Lord."

After the old Daoist's comfort and explanation, Lin Shouyi finally relaxed.

When he finally learned that this identity was also a friendly gift from Wei Yuan, the curator of the museum.

Even Lin Shouyi, the old Daoist who had previously had a good impression of Curator Wei, was speechless. It was as if something was stuck in his throat, and he didn't know what to do. In the end, he could only smile bitterly and let the old Daoist Zhang Ruosu reach out and pat Lin Shouyi's shoulder, saying very experiencedly, "Don't worry about it."

"At this time, you just need to scold that stinky brat Wei Yuan!"

Wuzhiqi expressed his approval of this!

Lin Shouyi just shook his head with a wry smile.

Zhang Ruosu patted his old friend's shoulder and winked, "Who told me to save a little bit and not eat too fast?"

"Huh?"

"Just now, you old boy, you directly poured down at least half a gourd of life-saving golden pills in one breath."

"Hehe, it's just that this poor Daoist is as pure as the moon and has long been not so dependent on pills."

Lin Shouyi twitched his lips, ignoring this damn stinky old man.

Instead, he slightly closed his eyes, exhaling and inhaling.

His cultivation and Dao attainment were quite impressive. Although the time when his cultivation improved the fastest had passed, in this era of great cultivation, he would undoubtedly be surpassed one by one by those young Daoists who were talented and had caught up with the good times, but in now, he could still be called an absolute master of the Daoist sect.

His mind calmed down, and he had already recovered just by breathing.

He got up, cupped his hands, and bowed, "Senior, please don't blame me. The Shangqing Lingbao Heavenly Lord is the ancestral home respected by our Lingbao School."

"He is the true ancestor of our school."

"And a mortal like me, when I see a senior, I thought it was really the Lingbao Heavenly Lord in person."

"I couldn't help but be shocked and fainted. I made the senior laugh."

After all, Lin Shouyi was not a reckless man like Curator Wei, nor was he a drunkard like Zhang Ruosu, who would directly wrestle with the Thunder God after getting drunk.

His words and deeds, his advances and retreats, all had the demeanor of a Daoist sect.

It left Zhang Ruosu, who was carrying a wine gourd, dumbfounded.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

I'm…

Lin Shouyi glanced at Zhang Ruosu, raised his eyebrows slightly to show his pride and win back a game.

Then, he said in a gentle and slow tone, "However, I didn't expect that the senior would also have a relationship with Curator Wei and was given the Daoist Lingbao Heavenly Lord talisman. I think your strength is not bad, but you can't really directly call the senior Lingbao Heavenly Lord. I don't know the senior's real name…"

Zhang Ruosu was also quite curious.

The old man laughed heartily and said, "This old man hasn't been out for a long time, and I haven't been to the human world."

"You probably don't know my name."

"This old man's name is Buzhou Mountain."

Zhang Ruosu: "…………"

Lin Shouyi: "…………"

Silence, a deathly silence.

Then—

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Unified!

The probing of hands almost brought out a gust of wind.

The loose Tianshi-level Daoist robes were directly pulled into a straight line, and two old but equally powerful palms tightly grasped the medicine gourd. The veins on Zhang Ruosu's forehead bulged, and his smile was a bit stiff: "Oh, Daoist Lin, isn't this the poor Daoist's medicine? What are you reaching for?"

Lin Shouyi said, "Hehe… You didn't say you don't need medicine anymore?"

"Then you might as well send it back."

"Don't even think about it!"

"You're the one who shouldn't even think about it!"

"Let go!"

"You old雜毛 should let go!"

The two old Daoists gritted their teeth, and Buzhou Mountain was surprised and laughed, "You two have a really good relationship, hahaha."

"However, this old man didn't come here to reveal his identity, but I have another thing to find Daoist Zhang Ruosu for."

"It just so happens that that kid Wei Yuan wants this old man and these two kids to get ID cards."

"Oh right, I haven't introduced these two children yet…"

Old Buzhou Mountain got up, with one hand on the white-haired girl. The girl glanced indifferently at the two old Daoists.

In that instant, both Zhang Ruosu and Lin Shouyi felt their hearts beating frantically.

No, no…

Going to die, going to die, going to die.

Damn, the medicine, the medicine is not enough!

Just as the two old Daoists were about to die of nervousness, Buzhou Mountain scratched his head in confusion and said, "Strange… How did that child disappear after such a short time?"

"Ah no, Dijun told me not to leave her side."

"I have to protect her!"

At the same time—

In the quiet room.

Nuwa lowered her eyes and quietly healed Jinmu Yuanjun in front of her, smoothing out the disturbed backlash of heavenly secrets on her body.

Or rather, such a heavy backlash of heavenly secrets, even if Jinmu Yuanjun was a Dao Fruit realm with extremely high Dao attainment, even deeper than Wei Yuan's Dao Fruit realm in this era, as long as she was human, she could be cured by Nuwa. Perhaps this was also the reason why Fuxi's backup plan was to directly send her near Nuwa.

However, while healing, Nuwa noticed that there was another majestic 'seal' on Jinmu Yuanjun's body.

A seal that was inexplicably synchronized with the girl in terms of time.

This layer of seal seemed to cut something off.

Nuwa closed her eyes slightly and murmured in confusion:

This is… cutting off karma?!

Who is it? Who can leave such a terrifying seal to cut off on such a powerful Dao Fruit realm?

This seal and the current injury did not appear at the same time.

The injury is new.

This seal that cuts off karma seems to have existed since we first met thousands of years ago.

Nuwa touched and analyzed the terrifying existence on Jinmu Yuanjun's body that severed karma and sealed fate. Then, she finally sensed a trace of familiar yet unfamiliar power from it. The appearance of this power was too shocking, causing Nuwa to subconsciously open her eyes and blurt out, "...A Yuan?!"

Immediately denying it, "No, not him, not the current him?!"

The golden streamer between the girl's eyebrows was filled with another majestic aura.

It instantly manifested in Nuwa's consciousness.

This aura seal instantly transformed into an unconscious afterimage.

It was him, but he didn't seem like him. His expression between his eyebrows was sharp and indifferent, his eyes were closed, and his black hair fell down.

Then, he opened his eyes indifferently.

His pupils were filled with indifference.

He raised his hand, his fingers like a sword.

Sword Qi was rampant.

It stabbed directly into the depths of Nuwa's true spirit.

ps: Second update today…………