"Here you go, bullfrog and chicken hot pot."

"Double serving, large size."

The landlady, with her delicate features and seemingly refreshed makeup, personally brought over the pot with extra ingredients. It was so full of meat that it almost overflowed. He thought to himself, no wonder they called it a double serving; someone must be coming.

Lured by the delicious aroma, the energy-depleted Wei Yuan awakened, clutching his stomach as he sat down.

Does your stomach hurt?

Yes.

So you're going to eat?

Yes!

Just then, he received a text message from the Special Operations Team.

It informed him that the heretical cultivator had been convicted, along with a summary of his crimes. Wei Yuan frowned slightly. Xiao Qing gnawed on a piece of bullfrog meat, her cheeks puffed out as she chewed, looking more like a hamster spirit than a snake.

"What is it?"

Xiao Qing elegantly wiped her mouth.

The bones of a bullfrog leg in front of her had been meticulously pieced together, not a shred of meat left.

Looks like there aren't any bullfrog restaurants in Sakura Island.

Wei Yuan mentally quipped, then casually said, "It's about the identity of that heretical cultivator. He was a blood cultivator." The girl frowned. Blood cultivators were a special kind of evil cultivator who used human blood as their resource. In ancient times, they were even called blood demons.

Even hearing the term "blood cultivator" brought a sense of disgust to her face.

Cold-blooded animals have blood too.

Using blood as a foundation for cultivation made these cultivators naturally repulsive.

"Aren't you going to '咔嚓' him?" (kill)

The girl made a chopping motion on her neck with her hand.

"Uh, no, but he should get a long prison sentence."

Wei Yuan mused, then realized something.

Those Western prison sentences of three or five hundred years, which used to seem like a joke, might actually be real in this era. No, that wasn't quite accurate. These weren't newly born things. Take Gonggong, for example, or the Water Sprite.

They were the first ancient offenders to be punished this way.

Xiao Qing frowned. "These evil cultivators suck blood to cultivate."

Wei Yuan gave the girl a strange look and said earnestly, "What era are we living in? What backwater blood cultivator would directly suck someone's blood?" He picked up a bullfrog leg, tasted it, and was confident that he could make it taste better than this restaurant's.

He said, "If you're sucking blood to cultivate, do you know if the person's blood is healthy?"

"Forget high blood pressure and high blood sugar."

"What if they have some blood-borne disease? Wouldn't that be like taking poison?"

With the popularization of cultivation, the emergence of evil cultivators was inevitable. The past of Shenzhou was too long, and the cultivation systems bloomed in myriad ways. You might even find something hidden in a tattered book you picked up for a few yuan at a street stall.

Wei Yuan had heard Zhang Hao say something similar.

There was a player who cultivated via blood, but then he discovered that he'd somehow contracted HIV from his blood cultivation, along with a deep-seated flu and a series of blood-borne diseases like hepatitis A and B. The medical professors were stunned. Had this guy raided the local virus repository?

Besides that, some people's blood was disgustingly oily.

And some tasted like they'd just downed a bottle of vodka, or were sickeningly sweet.

The modern human bloodline was ridiculous.

After that, the blood cultivators learned their lesson.

In this era, cultivating blood arts felt like opening a blind box of chocolates – the kind with a twisted sense of humor. You never knew if the next target was a delicious hazelnut chocolate or a dung beetle limited edition that tasted like crap.

You might even end up getting the entire periodic table in one bite.

They preferred blood banks now. They were civilized.

Not only was the blood quality up to Shenzhou standards,

but whether you liked type A, type B, or even the extremely rare Rh-negative "panda blood," you could find it. It was perfect. Compared to these, there were also those who specialized in Wild Maoshan cultivation, becoming employees at crematoriums, or those with Iron Palm skills who opened snack stalls selling roasted chestnuts.

And there were the body cultivators who went to do manual labor, earning money while honing their bodies.

Life was endlessly joyful.

An era was born where, as the world changed, only the all-you-can-eat buffet owners suffered.

Wei Yuan put down his phone and said casually, "That guy used to work at a blood bank, often sneaking in to steal blood for cultivation. After being discovered, he took the risk and stole a whole refrigerator of Rh-negative 'panda blood.' I guess he'll be charged with obstructing official duties? Or... embezzlement?"

Wei Yuan realized for the first time that the times had really changed.

Even blood cultivation had become a niche but relatively harmless form of cultivation.

There were even posts teaching you how to identify places with more blood cultivators.

Known: Shenzhou people love to eat.

Therefore, the following solution steps can be obtained:

Open the takeout app.

If there are a lot of Mao Xue Wang (a spicy Sichuan dish with duck blood) restaurants around you, then there's no doubt about it, it's a blood cultivator's nest.

If someone specifies no garlic in their Mao Xue Wang,

great, this guy is a Western vampire disguised as a Shenzhou blood cultivator.

Home is a refrigerator full of blood bags.

But you must never start a group to attack him and then lick his blood packs.

But it was good that things were over. It seemed to be just a simple blood cultivator rampage.

Not a premeditated and disruptive variable.

Not some ancient being reviving and making small moves.

Wei Yuan looked at the girl who was focused on eating and naturally said, "Do you have a place to go now?"

"Come back with me for dinner tonight, and I'll introduce you to some friends."

Most importantly, Jue. It was the joy of wanting to share Jue with friends and disciples.

It was more like showing off.

Look!

Isn't she beautiful?!

Of course, incidentally, Bai Suzhen was there as well.

The girl lowered her head, her movements paused.

"Oh."

She replied simply and continued to eat.

Wei Yuan rubbed his stomach and also started to eat.

The two of them began eating faster and faster, their chopsticks moving like the wind.

They even started fighting over the meat with their chopsticks.

The shameless Sword Saint successfully snatched the last piece of bullfrog meat with his spear-like chopsticks technique.

And ate it in one bite while the girl watched.

Triumphantly.

To repay the headbutt revenge from before.

The landlady, who had hesitated for a long time, came over with a camera and asked with a smile, "We have a photo wall here for guests to leave photos. Would you two like to take a photo together? We'd like to use it for promotion and keep it in our shop."

"A photo?"

Xiao Qing hesitated and was about to refuse, but the museum director naturally said:

"Sure."

Xiao Qing glared at the Daoist who had left her outside for five hundred years. Seeing the smile on the landlady's face, she didn't know how to refuse. At least she tidied herself up a bit and sat there. During the time she spent with Bai Suzhen, she could transform into a personal maid for a noble lady by West Lake.

Even in the Southern Song Dynasty, her etiquette was something to be proud of.

Now, that innate posture was even more distinct and dignified.

Especially when she restrained the wildness within her nature, it was even more so.

Just as the girl was ready,

the museum director next to her suddenly turned his head and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh?!"

"That's a UFO!"

"Do you think I'm stupid? I definitely won't believe..."

"Ah, no, is that Bai Suzhen riding Xu Xian flying by?!"

"Huh?! What!"

The girl subconsciously widened her eyes and turned her head, but she saw the Daoist smiling at her. Then she realized she had been tricked, and a surge of anger surfaced in her eyes. That dignified and elegant posture was instantly broken. At that moment, the landlady quickly pressed the shutter.

A moment later, the landlady handed over the Polaroid photo.

In the photo, the museum director was smiling, while the originally dignified and heroic girl turned her head, her face showing helplessness, her eyes widened, and her mouth had a smile and a hint of anger. Compared to the original photo, it was much more lively and bright.

Xiao Qing held the photo, thinking of the painting she had left behind back then.

The low houses in the painting had become the bright restaurant background, and the ancient robes had turned into modern and concise decorations. But there was a beauty of the past and present corresponding to each other, as if the passage of time was witnessed before her eyes.

Wei Yuan said, "Hmm, it's a good photo."

"Hmph, it would have been better if you hadn't deliberately messed it up."

The girl retorted unhappily.

After thinking about it, she still quietly put the photo away.

"I'm glad you like it."

"I might use your photo a little bit, but of course, it won't have any impact on you."

The landlady smiled and nodded, watching the two guests leave.

Then she printed out another copy of the photo.

She pondered, opened her phone, and clicked on a small group.

It was an account called "True Love is Invincible," and then she clicked on "Vodka Goddess in the Museum Attic" and sent a private message: "Mrs., I have some new material, very cute guests..."

"Can you draw a couple picture?"

After thinking about it, she added:

"I'll pay more!"

……………………

At the same time, at the museum.

"Indeed, jealousy is not a good thing."

"Yes, yes."

"So let me cook today, as an apology for being willful before."

After the celestial maiden Jue said this, Yuanjue, who was in charge of the cooking, agreed with a smile, putting his hands together.

The girl hummed a tune she had heard in the Peach Blossom Dream Realm, gently swaying her body, tying her hair into a neat ponytail. As she hummed and swayed, the ponytail swayed back and forth as well. The old mountain master had no choice but to sigh, "Since Yuan has both the ability and a clear background."

"Since Her Majesty Jue is like this, it seems we can't do anything."

"...Yes, after all, these five thousand years can be considered innocent."

The Taiqi Mountain God whispered.

And the water ghost patted his chest and guaranteed, "That's right, my boss, in a word, awesome!"

"Five thousand years, not a single bit of luck with women, except for Miss Jue looking at him."

"That's great material for being a monk!"

Yuanjue agreed with this, giving a thumbs up.

The many mountain gods and water gods smiled and nodded on the surface, as if agreeing with his statement, but secretly thought to themselves, how pitiful.

The water ghost raised his head, patted his forehead, and said, "Right, I haven't told Miss Jue yet."

"Doctor Bai seems to be going to the city center to listen to a symphony concert and won't be back until tonight."

"No need to prepare dinner for her."

The water ghost ran to the kitchen and shouted.

He went back to the sofa with happy water in his hand.

The sound of a shared bicycle came from outside, and Wei Yuan's laughter could be heard.

The water ghost smiled and got up, saying, "Ah, my boss is back."

He walked to the door and looked out.

But with just one glance, the smile on his face froze.

Why is there an extra girl?

At this crucial moment.

???!

The water ghost stopped thinking.

He looked at the mountain gods and water gods behind him, and the celestial maiden walking out of the kitchen.

Then he quickly reacted.

With a whoosh, he slammed the door shut.

He turned around, leaned against the door, and blocked it in one go!

Outside, the girl's muttering and the sound of pounding on the door could be heard.

"Hey? Why is the door closed? Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

Cold sweat broke out on the water ghost's forehead.

In front of him, the girl with the high ponytail and the apron was holding a cleaver in her left hand.

Her eyes were curious as she looked at the water ghost: "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing..."

The water ghost glanced at the girl's sharp, boning knife, which looked like a wood-chopping knife.

He felt the force of the energetic girl pounding on the door outside.

With just a wall between them, he felt an enormous sense of pressure. As a ghost, he had taken on too much for this family.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

With an unchanged expression:

"...I misheard."

ps: Today's first update... 3400 words, the second chapter will be posted earlier in the afternoon. Thank you to the Alliance Master I don't want to say, thank you~