Jue’s eyes were suspicious. “Did I mishear?”

“Ha, haha, of course. My ears aren’t great; they’re full of water.”

The water ghost’s forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

The girl unconsciously raised the sharp boning knife in her hand. After slicing the tomato, the red juice flowed down. The blade reflected the hanging lamplight, cold and sharp: “But, Ashui, you’re sweating a lot.”

“Eh? Am I?”

“Hahaha, I am a water ghost after all?!”

The water ghost laughed heartily.

Cold sweat poured from his forehead.

The girl looked at him seriously: “You’re not lying?”

The Lord of Chongwu Mountain stroked his beard and smiled, “Oh, Ashui, don’t worry anymore. We believe what you said and won’t make things difficult for him. Now that Yuan has returned, you can’t very well keep him outside. It’s a good opportunity for us to discuss these matters clearly.”

“Open the door…”

The water ghost struggled to hold the door shut.

Suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound.

The ancient door, as old as the museum itself, suddenly trembled and collapsed.

It directly crushed the water ghost underneath. A spirited girl in a hoodie recoiled in surprise, retracting her right foot. “This, how could this door break so easily…” Then she saw the many people in front of her, her social anxiety kicking in. She took a half step back, hiding beside the museum owner.

Seeing the girl beside Wei Yuan.

The Lord of Chongwu Mountain’s face slowly darkened, like the bottom of a pot.

The water ghost, who was about to crawl out from under the door, paused, then silently burrowed back under the door, shrinking back into place.

He reached out, grabbed a stool, and covered his head with it.

You can’t see me, you can’t see me…

The Lord of Chongwu Mountain smiled at Wei Yuan: “Yuan, this is…”

Wei Yuan was surprised, pointed at the girl next to him, and explained, “This is my friend.”

“She’s also a sort of disciple of mine, and I knew her in the past.”

The old mountain lord’s expression softened.

The various mountain and water gods also relaxed.

Qing Snake raised her eyes, glancing strangely at the atmosphere.

She seemed to realize something.

Thinking of how the Taoist in front of her had abandoned her for five hundred years, she blinked. Suddenly, her original brown eyes changed into snake eyes, golden vertical pupils, tinged with red, carrying a wildness, and even a hint of allure.

Bai Suzhen, Xiaoqing, and Jue each had flawless features and were extremely beautiful.

It was just that their auras were different.

At this moment, her expression instantly changed from social anxiety to something like a social terrorist.

Suddenly, she hugged Wei Yuan’s waist, her voice sweet and gentle:

“Ah, Shifu, who are they?!”

“Why doesn’t Xiaoqing know them?”

The concentration of jealousy in the air increased.

Wei Yuan: “…………”

His smile froze, veins popping on his forehead.

You damn long snake, you’re trying to ruin me?!

Xiaoqing smiled sweetly, the part of her arm hidden in her clothes directly displaying dragon scales.

Damn Taoist, die!

The grudge from five hundred years ago, today you will experience social death!

Leaving me outside Shenzhou for so long, while you’re here enjoying yourself.

Outside Shenzhou, I was a left-behind child with a passively amnesiac and irresponsible caretaker.

Master and disciple directly started fighting among themselves on the spot.

Wei Yuan felt as if he were witnessing his own grave being dug up by Zhujiu Yin.

This moment was exactly like that moment.

The old mountain lord’s expression instantly froze.

There were several sounds of "de de de" from behind. The mountain gods, who were originally holding chopsticks and preparing to eat, unconsciously exerted force, and the wooden chopsticks in their hands heavily struck the table, directly piercing the marble dining table. Power gathering, the mountain god Qianlai released his chopsticks, laughed loudly, and stood up:

“Hahaha, Yuan, we believe you are innocent.”

“Let’s go to the back mountain for a while.”

Several mountain and water gods behind him had acquired shovels at some unknown time.

They laughed heartily.

While forcefully planting them into the ground with a "clang clang clang" sound.

They looked as if they were planning to bury Wei Yuan on the spot.

Wei Yuan’s mouth twitched, and he stiffly looked at the water ghost hiding himself under the door.

What video did you show them?!

Why did these mountain gods evolve so quickly into a shovel-wielding class that buries people in the back mountain?

If this continues, they might really evolve into the proletariat.

Wei Yuan said with an unchanged expression: “We don’t have a back mountain here.”

The mountain god Qianlai laughed loudly and said, “Taiqi, there is no back mountain here.”

The mountain god Taiqi nodded:

“It’s okay, I’ll create one now.”

The anger of the mountain gods flared up directly, while Jue blinked her eyes, looked at the Qing Snake secretly exerting force, and said with curiosity, “Are you his student and disciple?”

Xiaoqing smiled sweetly to the point of making herself feel disgusted, and said, “Yes, yes.”

“Big sister, who are you?”

The celestial maiden smiled and put down the kitchen knife in her hand.

“I see.”

She thought for a moment, nodded gently, and said:

“Then you can call me Shimu (师母, master's wife).”

Xiaoqing: “…………”

A checkmate.

She lowered her head stiffly.

Shimu?!

This old Taoist actually found such a young girl?!

Deceiving young girls.

Shameless!

Xiaoqing’s eyes widened and her arms exerted force, directly performing a "hugging master kill," Wei Yuan only felt his spine making cracking sounds, and his mouth twitched. He was going to die, he was going to die. Jue squatted down, raised her right hand, and tapped the girl’s forehead, neither lightly nor heavily, with a hand-chop.

With a "duang" sound, crisp and clear.

The spirited girl subconsciously shrunk her neck, and the hair sticking out of her bun swayed.

The celestial maiden’s tone was gentle:

“And then, let go.”

……………………

A moment later, while at the dining table, Wei Yuan casually asked how Xiaoqing had returned?

“You don’t want me to come back to Shenzhou?!”

Xiaoqing raised her eyebrows, provocation in her eyes.

Then, after the celestial maiden’s eyes glanced over, she obediently replied:

“Because the Twelve Yuanchen came to the East Sea to find the seal of the water god Gonggong.”

Wei Yuan paused.

The Twelve Yuanchen?!

The god who supports the sky, Chong?!

Wei Yuan instinctively sensed something was wrong, feeling a hint of doubt.

Chong had grudges against both the human race and Gonggong at the same time.

Since he dispatched the Twelve Yuanchen to Gonggong’s place, then he must be causing trouble on the human race’s side.

So, the question is…

What is he doing?!

A term that Bai Ze had once mentioned in Wei Yuan’s ear instantly surfaced.

The Xuanyuan Sword Master!

…………………………

While Wei Yuan was rushing home.

On the other side, Bai Ze, who had run away, successfully carried the old professor and escaped the heavy encirclement.

Then, he arrived at his destination.

Professor Dong’s workplace.

His speed was so fast, his movements were so agile, his elusiveness was simply unmatched!

Old Professor Dong Yuefeng was almost made carsick, no, Bai Ze-sick, and it took him a while to recover, saying, “We’re not going to the First Emperor’s Mausoleum, what are we doing here?” Bai Ze raised a finger, shaking it triumphantly, saying, “You wouldn’t understand this, would you?”

“We have to bring something with us.”

At least, they couldn’t be chopped down by the First Emperor as enemies.

In other words, you have to change your skin before going over.

And send a gift, such as a collection of more than thirteen thousand types of black history of the gods.

Then shout.

Brother, I am on your side!

Then prostrate yourself.

This operation, as well as the hiding speed and movement.

One word: steady!

Two words: prudent!

What do you think Xuanyuan relied on to survive for so many years?!

Potters are heretics; this is the basic quality and accomplishment of a pendant!

Bai Ze was smug and walked inside. The old professor understood Bai Ze’s meaning, explaining, “These are all cultural relics from the Qin Dynasty, but many have not been identified as genuine. Their origins have not been confirmed, so they are temporarily placed in the studio. These are all national treasures, so be careful.”

“Oh, what national treasure or not.”

“The First Emperor is about to be dug out, who cares about this?”

Bai Ze waved his hand carelessly, his eyes gleaming with divine light.

Since he was a divine beast that understood the emotions of all things, he naturally had his own housekeeping skills. For example, at this moment, in his eyes, many of the so-called cultural relics here had no spiritual light at all, and were obviously fake, counterfeit, or insignificant things. But a few pieces had a little spirituality, which was enough to use as proof of identity and to gain the trust of the First Emperor.

But he had to be careful not to take any items related to the wheel-turning expert of history, Lao Ai.

Otherwise, he might be struck down on the spot.

Bai Ze handed one of the Qin Dynasty bamboo slips to the old professor as proof of the latter’s identity.

As for himself, he was looking for a symbolic equipment that would allow the First Emperor to recognize him at a glance and confirm that he was a good pendant, as well as a gift that would satisfy the First Emperor. This depended on the person; it wasn’t necessarily the more expensive, the better.

For example, back then, he told Emperor Xuanyuan countless short stories. Although he directly discontinued them for five thousand years after Xuanyuan died, he was very attentive at the time.

This was catering to his preferences.

Pendant-exclusive passive skill!

Bai Ze looked at them one by one.

This one is too weak; not good.

This one has too biased spirituality; not good!

This one looks like a ceremonial object held by guys like the Halberd Bearer; guarding the door? Not good!

I can become the First Pendant of the Human Emperor; how can I be a Halberd Bearer guarding the door or driving a carriage?

It’s too embarrassing.

Dissatisfied here, dissatisfied there, Bai Ze was searching when a flash of red spiritual light appeared in the corner of his vision. Bai Ze, who had been influenced by modern internet cafe culture, instantly reacted. The color of the equipment represented its level—this was a golden legend, a green set, and red—this was a divine artifact!

Although this wasn’t the case, Bai Ze still subconsciously picked up the broken sword.

After all, after so many years, it still had such a spiritual light; if it wasn’t a divine artifact, it was close.

At least it was a weapon with some kind of legend.

Bai Ze brushed away the dust on it with his fingers, and the sword revealed its true appearance.

It was a standard ancient sword, with eight edges, wide and thick, suitable for chopping.

There were faint traces of will remaining on it. The Qin Dynasty was at the end of the Age of Gods, so it was not surprising that the heroes of the human world at that time could have a trace of will remaining, but they could not be reincarnated. However, Bai Ze looked at the wisps of will entangled on the sword, thought about it, and with a tentative heart, casually threw a Wind Rear Qimen Soul Gathering Technique at it.

Then, the sword didn’t change at all.

Bai Ze was curious.

He threw another one, but there was still no reaction.

Bai Ze’s eyes lit up slightly.

Oh-ho!

You’re very brave, daring to provoke this beast.

Bai Ze was like a cat who had found a ball of yarn, throwing one ancient soul-gathering technique after another at it. He had learned a lot of things, after all, he was a divine beast that left his name in the Divine Age of Shenzhou. In addition to understanding the emotions of all things, he also knew the affairs of all things. As the master praised, he was born with knowledge. Although his nature was that of a useless person, his talent was very strong.

Although his talent was very strong, he was still a good-for-nothing.

The Bai Ze beast has a tiger’s head, vermilion hair, horns, and a dragon’s body.

In fact, it can be understood as a long-horned, big cat raised by Emperor Xuanyuan, and its fur is very long.

The main body is white, mixed with orange-red patterns.

You can lie on it, you can sleep with it as a pillow.

Its fur is soft and warm.

It will also read you novels and gossip every day.

Would you raise such a cat?

At this moment, Bai Ze was having a great time.

The old professor packed up some more things and protected the bamboo slip.

He turned back to see Bai Ze and was startled, repeatedly saying:

“Oh, don’t mess around anymore.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t move.”

Bai Ze threw a Jiuli Soul Summoning Technique.

The old professor didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “We don’t even know if this sword is real or fake yet.”

“Mhm, mhm, okay, okay.”

Bai Ze kneaded a Cloud Dream Swamp Tribe Heroic Spirit Gathering Spell, raised his hand over the old professor’s obstructing body, and threw it over with a "biu" sound. Seeing that even after throwing twenty or thirty soul-summoning spells, there was still no reaction, he became even more energized, casually responding, “Ah, by the way, I haven’t asked yet, whose sword is this?”

Finally, he clenched his hands, directly using the Witch Clan’s methods.

His eyes were shining brightly, like a cat who had found a toy.

The old man stroked his beard hesitantly and said, “Actually, it can’t be confirmed, it’s just inferred from the classics.”

“Mhm, inferred.”

“We don’t even know how credible it is.”

“Oh, oh, we don’t know if it’s credible.”

“It’s the sword of Lord Wu’an.”

“Oh, the Great Qin Lord Wu’an.”

“I remember he also had the surname Bai…”

“Eh?!?”

Bai Ze’s thoughts short-circuited, and the smile on his face froze.

Then he suddenly looked up.

You f***ing…

“Who?!?”

ps: Today’s second update... Thanks to the leader, Qiqi’s uncle. Looking at the time, there might be a third update.

Or maybe not~