Chapter 1社死 Only a Step Away

Wei Yuan looked at Yu Ji’s suspicious gaze and felt that he was only one step away from social suicide.

He tried his best to appear sincere, then held out the candy in his palm and earnestly explained, “This really is candy, Yu Ji, believe me. Why don’t you have one?”

“If you eat it, you’ll know I’m not lying…”

Wei Yuan hadn’t finished speaking.

He heard the water ghost lower his voice, filled with shock, “Boss took down one with drugs and now he’s planning to drug a second one?”

Wei Yuan: “…”

Yu Ji was stunned, then instinctively took a step back, away from the candy in Wei Yuan’s hand.

The Overlord Spear behind her was no longer hissing, it was almost trembling like a roar.

At this moment, Tiannü Jue blinked. She had wanted to stand still, but staggered, as if unable to maintain her balance, and fell forward, dazed, her cheeks flushed with intoxication. Wei Yuan was startled and subconsciously moved forward, intending to help the girl, but heard a sharp voice, forcing him to stop.

Yu Ji reached out and wrapped her arm around the girl’s shoulders.

Then, with a little force, she changed Tiannü Jue from leaning forward to leaning back.

She rested the girl’s head on her shoulder.

Her right hand naturally reached behind her to grasp the box containing the Overlord Spear’s spearhead, turned the box around, like a long sword, pointing it at Wei Yuan. Her sword-like eyebrows were sharp, her eyes bright, red dress and black hair, her heroic spirit was compelling, her movements were fluid and natural.

Damn, so cool, so envious.

Wei Yuan subconsciously wanted to transform into a gawking bystander shouting 666, then realized he was the one being pointed at like a criminal, his mouth twitched, and he勉强解释道tried to explain,

“Yu Ji, believe me, I really am innocent.”

Yu Ji pointed the Overlord Spear at Wei Yuan, her tone gentle, “Curator Wei, I don’t want to suspect you.”

“Actually, I trust you very much, yes, very much. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“So, please put the thing on the table, then raise your hands, walk backwards, and stand by the wall, yes, right there, in the corner.”

Wei Yuan: “…”

He couldn’t explain himself, so he had to put down the candy and retreat step by step. Then Yu Ji carefully opened the candy, cast a spell to see what it actually was. It looked just like candy, and after the spell detected its composition, the conclusion was that its ingredients were also the same as candy.

So, the woman in the red dress, full of heroic spirit, fell silent, and said,

“It’s candy…”

Wei Yuan sighed, “It’s candy.”

Everyone fell silent, then looked at the dazed girl, her cheeks flushed with intoxication.

Then they said,

“It’s candy…”

…………………

A moment later, Yu Ji, constantly apologizing and bowing, her face full of guilt, amid the unwilling hissing of the Overlord Spear, took Tiannü Jue away and sent her to the flower shop across the street. Wei Yuan sighed and sat on the sofa.

When he looked back, the museum was silent. The water ghost and the soldier souls were nowhere to be seen.

The red embroidered shoe lay obediently in the wooden box.

*Clack*.

The lid of the wooden box accidentally fell off.

The red embroidered shoe cautiously peeked out and put the wooden lid back on.

Then it continued to play dead.

Wei Yuan turned back to look at the museum, staring at the hiding water ghost, and said,

“Throw them out…”

“No, forget it.”

The water ghost was overjoyed.

Wei Yuan sighed, then pointed at the door expressionlessly, and said,

“The three of you, throw yourselves out.”

……………………

Yu Ji sent the drunk Tiannü Jue to the flower shop.

Looking at the still somewhat dazed girl, she sighed, let her sleep in the bed, and covered her with a quilt. The sleeping girl still had the usual refined appearance of the Kunlun goddess, but her drunkenness was different from usual.

Yu Ji quietly left.

A dozen breaths passed, and the goddess carefully opened her eyes, blinked, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that Yu Ji had indeed left.

She lay down on the bed.

In fact, she had woken up when the cold wind blew on her as she opened the door.

After all, she was essentially the pure Qi of Kunlun from above the Nine Heavens.

But thinking about what she had just done, thinking about that hiccup, Tiannü Jue fell silent, feeling that the image of West Kunlun and the gods, cold and elegant, calm and detached, untouched by the mundane world, had been damaged, and she seriously pondered what to do, but in the end, she couldn’t find any solution.

Queen Mother, what should I do?

After a long silence, the girl’s head and feet silently shrank into the quilt, curled into a ball, her hands clasped against her chin, her eyes closed, her tone gentle and comforting, said,

“A dream.”

“It’s all a dream, Jue.”

“Take a nap, and everything will be over.”

……………………

After Wei Yuan dismissed the water ghost and the others, he returned to his quiet room for cultivation, circulated his Qi for a week, calmed his mind, and then used merit points to exchange for the original *Book of Changes* from the Martial Treasury of the Great Han, which contained annotations by Dong Zhongshu from the time of Emperor Wu of Han.

Dong Zhongshu, who proposed the unity of heaven and man, the great unification, even if he was not the strongest cultivator of that era.

He was qualified enough to compete for this identity.

Even with the annotations of his predecessors, the *Book of Changes* was still obscure and difficult to understand, extremely profound. Wei Yuan had followed Zhang Jiao for a long time and was taught by the latter. With Dong Zhongshu’s annotations, he entered the door very smoothly, at least initially mastering this divine power.

Wei Yuan held the scroll in one hand and then tried to perform divination according to the annotations on the *Book of Changes*.

First, he calculated simple things to confirm that it could indeed be barely used. Relying on his own Dao cultivation, although it was relatively slow and he could not form a hexagram as soon as a thought arose, he could prepare in advance to perform divination, moreover, there was still the spirituality passed on to him by the old monk, which could increase the probability by several percent.

Wei Yuan meditated and concentrated, easily collecting his own thoughts, so that his heart was like a calm lake, without dust, and then he activated that little bit of spirituality, so that the youth with light yellow eyes, wearing a Daoist robe, and with an overbearing and arrogant temperament appeared again before him.

At that moment, Wei Yuan performed the Six Lines method, generating a number in his heart, using it as the number of the first line, generating a second number in his heart, using it as the number of the second line, generating a third number in his heart, using it as the number of the third line, until the sixth number instinctively appeared in his heart, using it as the number of the top line, forming a hexagram.

Then he began to interpret the hexagram.

According to the method of ordinary people, at this time, one would have to find the *Book of Changes* and perform many complicated explanations in order to get close to the result indicated by the hexagram. However, Wei Yuan was a cultivator with Dao cultivation. After a little attempt, he pinched his fingers to form a talisman, and then used the supernatural power of exorcising ghosts, closed his eyes, and performed the Duke of Zhou’s Dream Interpretation method.

This was to allow the hexagram to naturally evolve, and then transform into a dream, and then interpret the dream.

So, Wei Yuan ‘saw’ the young Daoist in the Daoist robe, saw him becoming younger, starting to come into contact with Daoism at the age of sixteen, and then steadily cultivating and growing, being accepted as a formal disciple at the age of twenty, and coming into contact with a higher level of Daoist magic.

And because of some reasons in his youth, he extremely hated Buddhism.

When he encountered the arrival of monks, the two sides had a dispute, and finally it turned into a battle, and finally, he angrily attacked and killed the two monks, old and young, seized the *śarīra*, and then hid and fled, already having changed his name and disappeared, even this face was not his true appearance.

Wei Yuan saw the white-clothed Daoist lift open the human skin mask.

Revealing a rough, thirty-year-old man’s face, this middle-aged man stared at the distance with resentment. In that Daoist temple, the real white-clothed Daoist was quietly cultivating. According to the dream interpretation method, this meant that the real murderer was not that white-clothed Daoist, but this thirty-year-old man.

He had always been jealous of his younger brother, and hated Buddhism.

Therefore, he framed him in this way.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, thought about it, and then compared it with the *Book of Changes*, and tried other methods of divination, but the divination conclusions obtained were similar. The murderer was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He disguised himself as the young Daoist to frame his fellow disciple; he killed the monks because he hated Buddhism.

Wei Yuan casually threw three coins and made a money hexagram.

Confirming that his previous divination was correct.

With the assistance of a little true spirit left by the old monk, the accuracy of this divination could be trusted.

Wei Yuan wrote down his divination conclusions, and then considered how to transmit the images he saw with his spirituality to others. Generally speaking, he would use spiritual materials such as white jade to briefly seal the images into them, similar to the Buddhist beads used by Yuanjue and the others to transmit messages before.

He could find a way to get one and pass the message out.

Wei Yuan looked at the sky, it was already three in the morning. He planned to sleep first, and then pass the message out. When he was about to sleep, his thoughts paused slightly, and he suddenly thought that divination of heavenly secrets was not absolutely correct, and could also be interfered with, and could be guided to wrong conclusions.

After all, he was a novice, how could he confirm that his divination had not been deliberately influenced?

Thinking of the young man’s arrogant demeanor, Wei Yuan still felt something was wrong.

But for a moment, he couldn’t think of a way to confirm it. If the other party could really influence his divination, then the latter was obviously stronger than him in the comprehension of heavenly secret calculation. How could he eliminate the interference?

After pondering for a long time, Wei Yuan suddenly thought of a method.

He turned over and sat up, took out the feathers of the Guanguan, which could allow him to not be confused when he wore them, and to remain awake in his dreams. Then he restrained his mind, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep peacefully. Soon, Wuzhiqi, who had been interrupted by Liu Shaoying’s visit, slowly appeared.

In the dream, the Huai River of the Age of Gods flowed torrentially.

Wei Yuan saw Wuzhiqi’s golden eyes, saw the chains forged by the craftsmen of the ancient tribes wrapped around his body, and Wuzhiqi never thought that Wei Yuan would actively enter his dream. He thought of the things he searched, and fell into inner struggle, extremely hesitant, should he try the things he searched out.

But that would be detrimental to the majesty of the gods.

But games…

The majesty of the gods, even if the sky collapses and all things are destroyed, cannot be shaken.

Even if time passes, the world changes, it cannot be changed.

But games…

Wuzhiqi’s eyes were tangled, just about to speak.

But he saw Wei Yuan take the initiative to manifest a computer and drinks in the dream, and said, “Water Monarch, there are many games, we can take our time, and many games will waste time and consume electricity, you may not like them.”

“Why don’t we try these few games first, and if it’s okay, we’ll take our time.”

Wuzhiqi was stunned, thinking of the searched answer—

‘Parents will definitely give in.’

‘They may not agree to your request in one breath, but after angrily refusing, they will feel softened and regretful, and will try to make up for it.’

‘At this time, you have to know when to stop.’

‘Take it little by little, don’t be too greedy at once, spend some time, and you’ll always collect the full illustration book.’

So it really works?

And it doesn’t damage the name of the gods.

Wuzhiqi’s eyes were strange, thought about it, and nodded slowly.

Wei Yuan looked at Wuzhiqi strangely, feeling that the latter was a little talkative today.

He watched Wuzhiqi sit down cross-legged, watched him hold the handle, and opened *The King of Fighters*. Wuzhiqi, who was in contact for the first time, quickly immersed himself in the game. Wei Yuan restrained his mind, suppressed his doubts, sat cross-legged next to Wuzhiqi, and could feel the Qi overflowing from the top powerhouse of the Age of Gods, and then his eyes narrowed slightly.

Divination again.

He didn’t believe that anyone could interfere with and guide his divination under these circumstances.

So he saw the white-clothed youth again, saw his true face.

Saw his light yellow pupils turn slightly.

The sound of the Huai River in the Age of Gods was vast in his ears, and Wei Yuan’s eyes恍惚hazed, as if a layer of smoke was dispersed.

At this moment, what appeared before his eyes was a fierce tiger.

ps: Today’s first update………Thanks to Nangong Cangshu for the ten thousand reward