Chapter 629 The Possibility of Hou Tu's Whereabouts

The Mortal Realm, outside the Tu Shan Clan—

"This, how is this possible?!"

Kaiming stared blankly at the emptiness outside the Nantian Gate (Southern Heavenly Gate), unable to believe his eyes, and blurted out.

This was his power, the ability to observe all directions, connected to the Karma Dao of Yuanshi Tianzun (Celestial Worthy of Primordial Beginning), and supplemented by the millennia of sacrifices to Houtu Huangdiqi (Empress Earth) in the mortal realm. The combination of these three should have been able to retrieve her even from the deepest depths of the turbid world. Yet now, he couldn't find any trace of Houtu.

Did this mean—

Did it mean that Houtu had already fallen?

Even someone as unreliable as Kaiming understood the gravity of the situation, and his expression changed drastically.

Then, something felt wrong, and he muttered to himself, "Impossible. Normally, whether it's the Ten of Clear Qi or the Ten of the Turbid World, they are all Daoguo (achieved the Dao) realm beings, in harmony with heaven and earth. When they fall, there should be celestial phenomena, like a rain of heavenly blood. But I haven't noticed any such changes for a long time."

"Wei Yuan, calm down."

He turned around to try and reassure Yuanshi Tianzun.

But he saw that Wei Yuan's expression was still calm, his eyes fixed on the Nantian Gate area ahead, as if deep in thought. Noticing Kaiming's movement, he lowered his gaze and said, "Although Hou hasn't been found by the Nine Heavenly Gates, her laws still exist between heaven and earth, and there have been no reports of any unusual phenomena."

"So, there are other possibilities."

"Your power should be able to observe all directions, but even 'Sitting and Seeing All Directions' can be窥测dao (peeped at)."

"Perhaps a single Sitianmen (Four Heavenly Gate) has enough authority to search for the aura of Houtu's level. After all, she and Fuxi are the same. That guy is extremely sensitive to being spied upon. If he's unaware, he'll instantly trace back to see who dares to peek at him with such audacity."

"The ancients had a saying, 'Strike the snake while it's down.'"

"That's absolutely right."

Kaiming was silent.

Was that something you could say?

He could say it, but could you respond to it?

Was this snake going to eat the cat—呸呸呸 (pei pei pei), or rather, eat the tiger?

Wei Yuan rubbed his brow, suppressing his emotions to think calmly. Besides the Sitianmen having enough authority, Houtu might be in a special environment, one that could even trap Nuwa and prevent Fuxi, that bastard snake, from finding her.

This indirectly led to Nuwa's appearance, and Fuxi arrived late when she mended the heavens.

Wei Yuan exhaled, and with a wave of his sleeve, the Nantian Gate emitted a cyan glow and was temporarily withdrawn, shrinking until it flew into his sleeve. Kaiming looked at him, slightly puzzled, and the Daoist concisely said, "Go back and find Lü Bu."

"Then, get rid of my main body."

"Let's try again."

Kaiming: "…………"

This was what he should say at this moment.

But it felt so strange.

Helping someone else get rid of his main body, then seizing his own magic weapon and teaching the other person how to use it.

It was too melancholy.

Kaiming sighed to the heavens, speechless.

Then, thinking of what was happening outside the museum, he immediately abandoned any thought of bickering and nodded decisively, "Okay, no problem!"

"Then let's hurry back to the museum to discuss it in detail!"

Wei Yuan, ah, Wei Yuan!

If he was his reincarnation, don't坑 (pit) him!

Remember, don't pit him!

If he had to pit him, please don't dig a bottomless pit.

……………………

The museum.

"That's how it is."

Guo Ning, in his butler's uniform, elegantly handed a glass of vodka to the young female artist.

The young female artist frowned slightly. The smell of the alcohol was off-putting, so she didn't drink much. She was extremely curious about her current surroundings and wanted to subtly glean some information from Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan naturally rambled casually, but whether it was because of good luck or because they simply didn't discuss serious topics in the museum,

the topic of conversation returned to the gossip.

Wei Yuan leaned against the bar, wiping the tall-stemmed glass he had bought with his wages, and complained, "But, tell me, when will the Curator and the Boss Lady get together? They've been in love for so long, but they can't seem to take that final step!"

Xi Wangmu (Queen Mother of the West) raised an eyebrow slightly, "Oh? Is it due to family factors?"

She subconsciously thought of that reason.

Wei Yuan thought for a moment, and said, "The Curator is very poor, but the Boss Lady is very rich."

Wei Yuan used his limited brainpower to think about the legendary Kunlun Divine System.

Then, he nodded solemnly, "The Boss Lady's family is super rich and powerful."

"The Boss Lady is the next generation of the Da Dajia (patriarch/matriarch)."

"Super rich!"

"The Curator is just a nobody, easy to support, no big deal."

Xi Wangmu nodded, "Eating soft rice."

Guo Ning's expression was strange, and he coughed, "That, that's not how you can put it."

"The Boss's poverty isn't that he wants to be poor."

"It's, it's physical poverty, he's really poor, you know."

What did she know?

Xi Wangmu lowered her eyes and said, "Since they are in love, and there are no worldly reasons, then why?"

Wei Yuan slapped the table and said, "What else could it be?"

"Of course, it's because the Boss Lady's mom is missing."

"Without the old mother, they can't get married. Who knows how many years it will take for the big boss to come out."

"Isn't that what's holding them back?"

Xi Wangmu nodded slightly.

Still filial and courteous.

Xi Wangmu, who had just swapped souls and had no idea what was going on, did not know that the missing old mother and the next generation of Da Dajia was herself. Her tone was light and cool as she said, "Life in the mortal world is but a century. If it takes too long, one cannot remain stuck, wasting their youth."

"Having the intention is enough. Filial piety is paramount, it is in the heart, not in the action."

"I think your mother would agree."

Wei Yuan praised, "That's what I'm saying!"

"But why are you talking so elegantly now? You don't sound like yourself at all!"

Xi Wangmu's eyes were calm.

At the same time—

In the mortal realm, Kunlun Mountains.

"Holy crap, that's me! That's me!"

"Ahahaha, that beauty is actually me!"

"Is this a dream? It must be a dream."

"If it's a dream, please don't let me wake up."

Vodka Niangniang (Vodka Goddess) kept striking various poses in front of the mirror, handsome, dignified, and ugly.

Sexy, sexy, and sexy.

Then she imprinted them all in her mind.

At this moment, she didn't know that if she ever remembered these scenes, she might want to return here and strangle herself to death, destroying humanity all over again, completely causing amnesia.

At this moment, she was simply enjoying the opportunity to experience something novel, playing tirelessly. One hand supported her waist, the other slightly pulling at the elaborate collar of her clothes, her body slightly arched back, presenting an elegant curve, dignified and graceful, yet full of charm.

Finally, she was satisfied.

"Okay, okay, I've finally found the material."

Vodka Niangniang nodded in satisfaction. The client for the "Poor Swordsman and Divine Empress" storyline was extremely picky.

But now, she indeed had enough material.

It wasn't about similar appearance, but about the vibe.

As for the appearance—

Since the poor swordsman was said to be Curator Wei, then the appearance of the Divine Empress should naturally be based on Jue.

"Oh dear, when will those two get married?"

Forget about Xi Wangmu.

It's them who are getting married, it's Jue who's getting married, not Xi Wangmu.

After hesitating for a moment, Vodka Niangniang coughed, looked at the 'self's dignified figure on the jade screen, imagined the state of her main body, and suddenly her face turned slightly red. Her gaze swept over her graceful body, and she reached out to gently touch the jade belt around her waist. Her face flushed, and her eyes drooped slightly as she said, "I, I'm not envious, I just want to see, cough cough, I'm... right."

"Material, this is firsthand material."

She gently reached out.

The jade belt loosened, and the dignified clothing became slightly loose, as if about to slip off.

A jade beauty, loosening her robes.

Shy and coy.

It was a hazy, alluring scene…

Crash!

Vodka Niangniang swayed, realized that her movement had caused her left hand to waver, and then the tall-stemmed glass that Wei Yuan had painstakingly bought with his wages shattered, accompanied by Wei Yuan's particularly miserable cry. Vodka Niangniang looked at her hand, realized she was back, and was filled with disappointment.

"Just a little bit more…"

"Almost there."

She gritted her teeth.

"Damn it, dream, is it that easy to wake up?!"

The sound of clinking lightly rang out, and when everyone turned their heads, they saw the white-haired, blue-shirted Daoist pushing the door open and walking in. Wei Yuan slightly raised his eyebrows. In the eyes of Yuanshi Tianzun, he was still the faceless god, and everything seemed normal, but Wei Yuan could sense some subtle changes.

When he had entered before, the Qi in here had seemed slightly different.

Guo Ning quietly suppressed his mind, remaining calm.

He flicked his sleeve, restoring the shattered glass on the ground to its original state, placing it back on the bar, and returned to the quiet room—

He needed to contact Lü Bu and Zhu Jiuyin (Candle Dragon).

He didn't know where Zhu Jiuyin had gone again.

It was time to take back Kaiming's authority and the Sitianmen.

And Kaiming's own true spirit rushed into the museum, saw the Xi Wangmu restored to her original appearance, and looking at her and Wei Yuan's positions and actions, Kaiming easily deduced what had happened before, and breathed a sigh of relief—

"Good, good, nothing happened."

"I wasn't pitted."

Kaiming relaxed and directly possessed Wei Yuan's body, beginning to reverse-search his memories.

Then the scenes of just now floated before his eyes.

He saw Wei Yuan successfully getting Xi Wangmu to say the words 'can get married earlier'.

His expression was subtly strange.

Did this guy really not understand, or was he pretending not to understand?

Was he a wise fool?

Or a foolish wise man?

Looking further back, there was only the bickering between him and Vodka Niangniang.

Kaiming breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his previous perception was most likely his illusion, and then he saw the very first scene, seeing 'himself' gracefully bowing and placing a hand on his chest, smiling courteously: "Madam."

Seeing 'himself' exclaiming in shock:

'You are the Tong Yang Fu (childhood sweetheart/raised as a future husband) who I decided on eight lifetimes ago to never leave, never abandon, never get angry, and never hit or scold!!!"

The smile on Kaiming's face gradually froze.

Why was this guy so capable of creating trouble!!!

But fortunately, this matter shouldn't be known to others, he could…

A hand weakly pressed down on his shoulder. Kaiming turned around and saw the museum's soldier soul brother standing behind him, his left hand pressing on his shoulder. Then Kaiming's gaze slowly moved upwards, saw the soldier soul smiling innocently, pointed to a room in front of him, and the four-tailed fierce tiger behind him stared at him expressionlessly, slightly opening its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs.

Lu Wu's split soul—

Stimulated by external force.

Forcibly · Awakened.

The smile on Kaiming's face froze.

"Kaiming, what did you just say, is Niangniang's what?"

ps: Today's first update…………

(End of this chapter)