Chapter 162 The Daoist Temple

They traveled quickly. With Nü Jiao's magical power, carrying Wei Yuan was effortless. Soon, they had left Mount Kunlun behind, surrounded by a vast sea of clouds, like a wilderness. The huge clouds flowed slowly, as if time itself had slowed down.

Wei Yuan was lost in thought.

Suddenly, he realized the wheelchair had stopped, suspended in mid-air.

Wei Yuan was stunned. Then, two hands grabbed his face and kneaded it hard. The white-haired fox girl swayed in front of him, saying 'fiercely', "What exactly did you experience in the dream?"

Wei Yuan blinked, "???"

"You look like someone schemed against you."

The white-haired fox girl poked his cheek, her expression like a child whose favorite toy had been stolen, grinding her teeth in resentment, "You always had this expression after being tricked. I didn't expect to see it again after so many years."

"And, you were tricked by someone else."

There was genuine, unbelievable absurdity in Nü Jiao's tone.

How could you be tricked by someone else?!

How *dare* you be tricked by someone else?!

"Tell me, who schemed against you?"

"I will definitely help you get revenge!"

The witch, Nü Jiao's eyes blazed, making a bold declaration.

Wei Yuan was silent, then quietly averted his gaze.

As if the sky was too cold, he shrank his hands and feet.

Nü Jiao looked at him in disbelief, her fair hand clenching into a fist, hitting the top of Wei Yuan's head lightly, making a 'bo bo bo' sound. Does it sound good? A good sound means it's a good head. She said, frustrated, "You won't even tell me! Tell me, and I'll go and deal with him!"

"Tie him up with the Shennong Whip, and throw him down from Mount Kunlun."

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched as he looked at Nü Jiao.

In the end, he couldn't bring himself to speak.

Wei, emotionless face, Yuan raised his head.

There were no tears on his face at all.

A smile curved his lips.

"I tricked you this time."

???

The smile on Nü Jiao's face slowly froze.

Then, Wei Yuan suddenly sensed danger. The 'self-destruct attack' could indeed dispel the witch Nü Jiao's doubts, but the aftermath had appeared—for example, the fair fingers that were gently resting on Wei Yuan's hair slowly exerted force, as if they were about to directly lift Wei's skull.

"Wait, Witch Nü Jiao, let me explain..."

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

"Admit you were wrong."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Very good! Since you admit your mistake, then accept the punishment..."

"Ah?!"

***

Human Realm - Shu region.

Langzhong.

There is a place here called Tiangong Yuan (Heavenly Palace Courtyard), a Daoist retreat. Legend says it was built to commemorate two great Fangshi (Warlock) of ancient times, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng. Some Daoist cultivators live there. This lineage of Daoists is different from others; they cultivate Feng Shui, numerology, and observe celestial phenomena.

In the past, their incense offerings and foot traffic were naturally inferior to those of the major sects.

Like Longhu Mountain, Wudang Mountain, they couldn't compare.

Because those weren't proper Daoists.

Of course, they could only say this in their hearts, but these Daoists harbored some resentment, especially towards the founders of Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain, who were simply not normal Daoists.

One wielded a sword and slaughtered a bunch of gods and ghosts.

The other was even more ruthless, leaving a record in the history books of "single-handedly killing over a hundred bandits" in his youth.

Are you a Daoist or a warrior?

Crude!

What kind of people are these?

Cultivating the Dao means being refreshed and advocating elegance and etherealness, like an immortal banished to the mortal world.

Good heavens, these two are more murderous than the other. Are they Daoists? What Daoist is like this?

These days, the disciples of Tiangong Yuan were preparing their equipment, ready to open for business. Their incense offerings had been poor, but after the recovery of cultivation, the names of Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng became even more famous. Many people knew of the two founders' skills in divination and rushed over hoping to have their fortunes told.

Therefore, the foot traffic greatly increased.

Even compared to the so-called Longhu Zhengyi Xuantan and the martial arts of Zhenwu under Heaven...

They still couldn't compare.

However, making a little money was no problem.

Most people are vulgar and like to get something for nothing, so the saying of fortune-telling mostly caters to people's hearts and is about to be reduced to a low-class swindler. Two women who looked quite rich had just been welcomed inside, and the young Daoist saw another woman pushing a wheelchair outside.

The two female pilgrims who had gone in earlier were already quite beautiful.

But this white-haired woman was even more stunning.

However, the little Daoist's attention was quickly drawn to the young man in the wheelchair.

Daoism has some medical skills, so he could tell at a glance that the young man had a swollen forehead. He said in surprise: "This, this pilgrim, are you injured? I have some medicine here that specializes in treating trauma, would you like..."

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched as he shook his head, saying, "You're too kind."

"No need."

"This is Qi circulation through the heavens. I accidentally had a Qi collision at my heavenly crown, causing blood congestion. This is a sign of great improvement in my cultivation."

The little Daoist was stunned.

After his thoughts froze, he had to ask according to the instructions of his masters, following the procedure:

"Then, did the pilgrim come here to offer incense, or to have your fortune told?"

"Neither."

Wei Yuan looked at the quaint Tiangong Yuan and said softly, "I'm here to visit a friend."

"Visit a friend?"

The little Daoist scratched his head, but no matter how he thought about it, none of the uncles or masters in this Tiangong Yuan seemed to have such a friend. But for some reason, he felt that this guest was not lying. The Tiangong Yuan's direct lineage of exercises had a strange ability to know whether people were lying, which was how this lineage was passed down.

So, he really was here to visit a friend.

But, who was his friend?

While he was hesitating, Nü Jiao had already pushed Wei Yuan inside.

Wei Yuan looked at the courtyard and said softly in his heart:

Yuan Tiangang.

Wei Yuan has come.

Can we still share a cup?

ps: Second update today...