Wei Yuan wiped the sword clean. This eight-sided sword, which was originally just an ordinary longsword, had been completely reborn after experiencing countless bloody battles. Even after having once slain a god, the blade still seemed as if it had just been sharpened, sharp enough to cut through the steel of the Primordial Era, reflecting Wei Yuan's ink-colored pupils.

Wei Yuan held the sword, the edge pressed against his own neck.

His expression was solemn.

He shaved off his stubble.

In his heart, he sighed, this thing is much better than any razor.

Then, he sheathed the sword in Tai'a's scabbard.

He then slung it across his back and stowed away the modified firearm that was powerful enough to kill an African elephant.

Considering that firearms could sometimes prevent the leakage of mana, they might have miraculous uses in the world of the Shanhaijing.

Next were the elixirs, some for healing, others for restoring mana.

Oh, and a little bit of homemade laxative...

Under Yuanjue's twitching gaze, Wei Yuan innocently hid this substance, which in some ways surpassed poison. The latter gasped, silently chanting scriptures for someone who might fall victim because Yuanjue had accidentally consumed some of it.

He was invulnerable and immune to all poisons.

But unfortunately, this stuff wasn't poisonous at all, or rather, it was something that accelerated detoxification.

Good stuff!

It just used up the latrine a bit too much.

In addition to these, there were all kinds of talismans. Although they weren't in the human world and couldn't draw upon the great talisman arrays that existed between heaven and earth, the effects of these talismans were greatly reduced, but they still had their value at times.

Finally, he also put a bag full of soybeans on his waist.

Having gone through the previous steps of processing, even in the world of the Shanhaijing, these soybeans could summon the Yellow Turban Warriors.

When everything was ready, Wei Yuan also dragged out the Bixie Dragon that was freeloading at the museum. After being brought back from the Shanhaijing by Wei Yuan and stuffed into his sleeve dimension, this guy had completely become a house dragon.

But this time, Wei Yuan planned to take it with him to the Xishan Realm.

Wei Yuan didn't expect that just as he was about to set off, an old acquaintance would come to the museum. It was Professor Dong Yuefeng, who greeted him with a smile, saying that the matter of the imperial tomb was over and that he would be retiring soon. He would probably move over here then, so he came to see his future neighbors in advance.

After saying this, the old man stared intently at Wei Yuan and said,

"Wei Yuan, do you have any memories of the imperial tomb?"

He had been in a coma in the imperial tomb, and after coming out, he always felt that he had forgotten something. He seemed to have seen something, something that he was always unwilling to forget, even if he had amnesia, he would try his best to grasp that memory.

He had also asked others, but almost everyone had forgotten what they had experienced in the imperial tomb, coupled with the disappearance of personnel, casting a mysterious veil over this grand exploration of the imperial tomb.

But historians were the ones who, for the sake of humanity's past, brazenly lifted the veil of the goddess of history. Even if this mysterious goddess of history picked up a jar and smashed it on their faces, they could accurately deduce the age of that jar.

Their curiosity even made them the designated team-wipe machines in some malicious games, and at this time, Wei Yuan deeply realized that the person who made such a design must have a good understanding of the nature of historians and archaeologists.

The memories of those who entered the imperial tomb were all sealed.

Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged as he shook his head, using Oscar-level acting skills and innocence to say,

"I forgot."

"I was also in a coma at the time."

"I see... that's a pity."

Dong Yuefeng murmured to himself, but no one knew how much he believed.

He said a few words to the bronze jue, and finally sat on a chair in the museum, turning his head to look at the old street in early winter. The expression on his face softened, and he said with a smile, "To be honest, it's time for me to retire. When that time comes, I'll be able to talk to you, old pal..."

While pouring tea, Wei Yuan glanced at the flower shop.

Jue wasn't there; she had gone out.

Yesterday, before leaving, Yu Ji handed a piece of pottery to Wei Yuan and said, "This is a gift from her to you." The heroic woman in red paused, and a strange look appeared in her eyes as she added, "Well, the original gift."

As for what the final gift became, everyone knew.

Yu Ji pulled down the white cloth covering the pottery and said,

"She's gone out to relax for a while, let her ease up a bit."

Under the light of the night, the original gift was revealed, a piece of pottery. The technique was still in the style of ancient tribes, but it was much more delicate. The pattern was of a person walking. Wei Yuan reached out and touched the pattern on the pottery. There was a potter sitting on the ground, a young man walking, and an old Taoist, and finally, it was him carrying a sword.

It was as if it was Wei Yuan's life as seen from Jue's perspective.

Ancient times, the end of the Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms period, modern times.

Lifelike.

'I have been watching you.'

He seemed to hear these words.

Yu Ji said, "This gift should have been prepared by her a long time ago."

"This isn't something that can be done so easily."

"Yeah."

Wei Yuan carefully placed the pottery in his bedroom.

Causing the water ghost, who was planning to help clear a space in the front museum, to freeze.

It wasn't until the battle spirit tacitly placed a large bottle of happy water in the water ghost's empty hand that the water ghost's embarrassment was relieved.

"This is my thing."

Wei Yuan said as a matter of course, "Would you show your things to others?"

The expression in Yu Ji's eyes softened a lot. She said that she had something to do, so she left in a hurry, of course, temporarily entrusting her studio to the museum painter to take care of. She left overnight yesterday, and now Wei Yuan finally picked up a jade pendant, and below the jade pendant was half of a bronze thumb ring.

The bronze thumb ring was a contract from the Qin Dynasty.

It was worn on one side of the waist.

Originally, he had planned to return through the bronze ware left by Di Xin, but unfortunately, Wei is currently on the Xishan Realm's list of fierce gods to be hunted down. The so-called slayer is ultimately slain, the chef and the ingredients are only a thought away. Wei Yuan believed that those rough and reckless Shanhaijing fierce beasts would definitely regard this principle as the truth.

If that fierce beast caught Wei and braised him, then I am afraid that the fierce beasts of the entire Shanhaijing would have to wipe their tears and carry knives and forks to line up for a share, and may even have to take a taste back to the ancestors' graves and cry with tears and snot.

Ancestors, rest your eyes, the guy who wrote us into a recipe back then has now become a recipe himself.

In order to prevent this scene from happening, and also to prevent bringing danger to Chaoge City.

Wei Yuan had already discussed it with Zhu Jiuyin.

The last time he said he would send him to a place without fierce beasts, he ended up right in front of Xing Tian's house.

This time, he had learned his lesson.

He had to be placed in front of a mountain god who had a good relationship with the human race.

Over there, the old professor received a phone call. His eyes, which had been looking forward to retirement, lit up, and then he stood up and said, "Huh? A history book about ancient Chu culture? A real relic, how did it come out?"

"Don't worry, I will definitely not let it go."

"I will definitely participate in this."

The old professor, who had been looking forward to retirement, instantly seemed to have returned to his twenties, exuding a feeling of boiling blood all over his body. Finally, he turned off his phone and looked awkwardly at the bronze cauldron over there, and said, "Don't worry."

"After I come out of the ruins this time, I will come here to retire."

The water ghost couldn't help but complain, "This is really an amazing flag."

"Professor, you are now just like an old general on stage."

"General?"

Dong Yuefeng, who didn't understand the reference at all, was stunned for a moment, but then he seemed to find the title very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, and then a series of phantoms appeared in front of him.

It seemed that an empty wind from the battlefield swept through his heart, causing his heart to beat like a war drum. In front of him was a heroic young man, wearing dark armor, shrouded in this cruel and cold armor, with quiet eyes, looking like a famous general who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

Everything was extremely real.

Dong Yuefeng was stunned for a long time before he realized that Wei Yuan had already said goodbye and left.

He stumbled and chased out.

But he almost got hit by a car. In order to avoid the car, he came to the studio and called out to Wei Yuan. At this time, it was already winter, and the old man was wearing glasses. When he walked into the range of the studio, the heat from the air conditioner covered his eyes with a layer of white mist.

He had to take off his glasses.

When he was wearing his glasses, he could vaguely see Wei Yuan turning around and waving to him with a smile, with a red puppy lying on his shoulder, but as soon as he took off his glasses, the world seemed to change suddenly, as if the ancient legends had descended into the world, the air was filled with the breath of giants and gods, as if there should be ten suns hanging in the sky, as if there were ferocious beasts lurking in the wilderness.

The young man was carrying a sword on his back, his eyebrows were exactly the same as the general he had vaguely seen.

And beside him, a ferocious beast covered in scales was walking slowly.

That was a dragon.

Even if he was just walking quietly on the old street, the ferocity and majesty of mythology would overflow.

And that young man turned his head, smiling and talking to the ferocious dragon beast.

He noticed his gaze.

The young man turned back and waved with a smile.

In an instant, it was as if there was a black dragon flag waving behind the young man, the sky was low, the clouds were filled with a dignified black and red color, and there was an iron legion that was pouncing down like a blade.

Dong Yuefeng couldn't speak. After a long time, he came back to his senses after the painter patted him on the shoulder.

The painter kindly said, "Old professor, why don't you rest here for a while?"

Dong Yuefeng's heart was surging, as if some pictures were turning in his mind and trying to come out. A corner of the truth of the world was lifted in front of him. He lowered his head to hide his expression and said, "No, no need."

He picked up a book and opened it casually, "Are you selling paintings here?"

"Ah, no, that's..."

The painter didn't have time to stop him.

A fresh and hot masterpiece appeared in the old professor's eyes.

The expression on the old man's face froze.

His palm trembled.

This day...

Wei Yuan left the human world and returned to the Xishan Realm with his purpose.

Dong Yuefeng, a famous historian and archaeologist in China.

Came to a new world.

Well, in every sense...

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The wind blows, and at the highest point of Kunlun, there is a snow-covered landscape that has not melted for thousands of years.

Every time she stood on Kunlun, overlooking the human world, she felt that the human world seemed to have never changed.

The wind blows, and the bronze thumb ring under the white jade pendant makes a crisp sound. The Celestial Maiden quietly looks at the human world. Whenever her mood fluctuates and she cannot be calm, she will come to this place in Kunlun. Under such snow and clouds, even time seems to freeze and never change.

Under such tranquility, Jue's mood gradually calmed down.

But at this time.

Irregular 'noise' came from the wind.

The girl opened her eyes and lowered her head.

At the foot of the mountain, a man had already arrived.

ps: Today's first update... buffer chapter.