"Red flames? What does this mean?"

Lü Bu looked at the sentence. He recognized every single word, but when placed together, he couldn't understand what they were trying to convey.

Red flames, reforming the world?

Was it similar to the style of Jiangdong? Various fire attacks?

The so-called Jiangdong arsonists… but the flames of Jiangdong first burned Cao Mengde's ambition, and then buried Liu Xuande's rage. But such meager power seemed insufficient to impact this turbid world, let alone reform it. So he inquired, "Then what are these red flames?"

Shi Yi fell into thought: "..."

This sentence seemed simple, like that of an amateur.

But in this era, how could one not be impressed by the scarlet flames?

It was almost like asking, 'Who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going?'

Seemingly foolish, yet profoundly intelligent.

Undoubtedly!

This was deliberate, a provocation!

Shi Yi pondered and answered, "It is a medicine to change the rules of the world, to alter the order of the world, to create the most ideal country in the hearts of men."

Changing the world from the heart, a complete method.

Lü Bu raised his eyes: ""

"Change the rules of the world!"

With swords, with blades, with strength!

"Reverse the order of the world."

"Finally, create the most ideal world in my heart!"

Lü Fengxian's eyes shone brightly, and he laughed loudly. "Good, good, good!"

"Truly delightful!"

"Let's discuss it in detail."

Shi Yi gladly responded online: "Okay."

Rarely encountering someone so willing to understand this matter, Shi Yi felt happy. And so, within this forum, they conversed delightfully. As they talked, they felt their temperaments aligned. It was a fortunate encounter, a case of wishing they had met sooner.

Lü Bu Fengxian sighed, "What an interesting personality... It's so similar to Gao Shun's."

He lifted his eyes, looking at the sky of the human world.

This time, he had agreed to establish some merit before gaining the trust of the so-called Turbid World Great Venerable. Only then would it be possible for him to be unguarded when facing him, allowing him to pierce through his heart with a single sword, destroying his cultivation.

Hmm, first, clean up some Qingqi deities like the Great Wilderness here.

Also, if there's an opportunity, after killing the Qingqi god, I can meet this friend named Stone. Click, send. "Request friend."

In another place, Shi Yi looked up at the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth, frowning slightly. He temporarily slowed down his plan to return to the Great Wilderness. Firstly, it was rare to meet such a friend.

Secondly—

"The aura of the turbid world."

"Hmph, I didn't expect there to be a Turbid World god daring to come to the human world?"

"Forget it, first kill the god that caused this turbid world's aura to increase, then go find this friend for a meeting."

Open, click.

"Request friend."

"Ding, the Great Venerable's future adopted son has become your friend. Ding, a spark can start a prairie fire has become your friend. Please communicate friendly. "You can report encountered disguised identity fraud."

Tu Shan Clan

The entire Tu Shan clan of Qingqiu Country was on high alert. Countless Tu Shan experts wore solemn expressions. The Tu Shan Nu Jiao, who had been in charge of the entire Tu Shan clan and Qingqiu Country for over five thousand years, also wore a beaming smile, as if waiting for her long-absent and mischievous younger brother to return home.

But that smile hid sharpness.

Her eyes and brows seemed to carry a hint of unconvinced 'murderous intent'.

It was as if a sister was luring you over with a smile, hiding Dad's belt behind her back. So, all the Tu Shan fox spirits around her focused their eyes and minds. They behaved themselves.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Only when they exchanged glances could they see each other's twitching mouths.

It's over. Barbecue is done for.

This time, the Zhenyao Museum Curator Wei Yuan was 100% going to be bullied and teased by Lady Nu Jiao. Hmm, but would Curator Wei Yuan cry...?

He and Lady Nu Jiao were like siblings.

That sister bullying younger brother, possessing the same righteousness as Dad chasing his disobedient youngest son around the world with a belt.

In a sense, it had an irrefutable legitimacy.

Outside, the sister was as delicate as a willow in the wind, a proper lady. But at home, she could open her younger brother's skull with one hand.

The so-called Daiyu's sorrowful sickness, crushing skulls with one hand.

But, if the sister could bully the brother, what about them, the later generation foxes? Should they watch? Or not watch?

If they watched this black history of the ancestor, they would have to be careful when walking at night. Otherwise, they would be knocked out from behind.

On the other hand, the several white-haired, meticulous fox elders had found the scoreboards used for the Tu Shan clan's traditional competition events from the ancestral inventory. They were very much in the style of the ancient martial arts champion selection competitions, with the number of matches won and lost by both sides, scores, and the final judgment.

There was no doubt that these old foxes intended to witness this "duel" according to Nu Jiao's wishes.

As for black history…

No, no, no…

For the Tu Shan foxes, was there anything more terrifying than seeing the black history of the ancestor?

Of course, it was the ancestor seeing your black history.

Especially since this ancestor was the oldest, most skilled, and never defeated in traditional events among the Tu Shan foxes, Tu Shan Nu Jiao, the ancient Nine-Tailed Fox.

If you saw the black history of Ancestor Yuan, you might just get knocked out in the future. But their black history was now in Nu Jiao's hands. If they didn't obey, they could consider buying insurance now.

As the layers of clouds parted, the Jianmu Divine Ark, which had a very high degree of legend in mythology, slowly floated above the field, spiritual light rippling, flashing and flowing in a very mysterious pattern, like Mount Tai's Jade Emperor Peak rising into the air, and then parting the stars and myriad phenomena to appear before you.

It showed a shocking grandeur and magnificence, causing one to momentarily lose speech.

Many of the Tu Shan foxes were shocked by this power of the Heavenly Emperor, and their minds went blank for a moment.

Not to mention old乡话like 'When Great Chu rises, Chen Sheng will be king'.

They couldn't even say a normal '嘤嘤嘤'.

They were just shocked and dazed, with that feeling of fear of the heavens from the depths of their hearts, that tremor from the inside out. They stood in place, only Tu Shan Nu Jiao slightly raised her eyes, and that peerless face still showed cunning, saying, "What's wrong? Are you back to wreck your sister's place?"

"Or are you unwilling to do things in the shadows?"

"So you brought this so-called Jianmu Flying Ark from the Great Wilderness to show off?" Tu Shan Nu Jiao said unhappily, "Alright, come out. If your so-called methods and scares only involve descending from the sky like this, and then everyone's faces show shock."

"We Tu Shan Clan don't have someone like you, get down here! You can only deal with those ordinary foxes at most."

"How dare you use it to fight me, your sister? Hmm?"

The Jianmu Flying Ark opened, and then voices appeared, even the Great Sun Golden Crow and Xing Tian's true form were there, so that many of the Tu Shan foxes were shocked, and their minds were blank. But the old fox responsible for recording the scores turned his head with a shiver, and saw Tu Shan Nu Jiao over there.

He still honestly recorded it. First victory, Nu Jiao wins. Intimidation method, failed.

Nu Jiao's pretty face contained anger, but she said with a smile, "My dear, obedient, not at all stupid younger brother..."

"Why don't you hurry down?"

"Let your sister see how fat your guts have become." Then, the Jianmu Flying Ark's door opened.

Even the Great Elder of the Tu Shan fox clan was stunned, his pair of old eyes widened, and a silent aura spread out. First, the old foxes were stunned, and then they seemed to recognize the figure, and then the young foxes. Finally, it was as if that fragrant yellow history had returned here. Heroes in history, the last Human Emperor of the ancient times.

Those legends that had already been imprinted in the hearts of all living beings seemed to be sung again.

It was a tall man who had changed into black clothes and tied up his messy black hair with ropes, his arms were strong, his smile was bright, his eyes were dark, like the universe reflecting the stars, and the corners of his mouth seemed to always carry an unrestrained smile. He just quietly looked at the tribe of Tu Shan.

Nu Jiao's body swayed.

The calmness on her face was lost, replaced by a dazed expression.

Then, the daze revealed an emotion of losing composure because of excessive joy, and she took a few steps forward subconsciously. Even her lips were trembling slightly.

…

King Yu lowered his eyes, his expression complex, and finally just said, "I'm back."

Nu Jiao subconsciously covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. King Yu also stepped through the void step by step. In Nu Jiao's eyes, there seemed to be no one else, and she ran towards King Yu, her hair flying. But as time passed, the green hair of that year had long turned into snow-white hair. The Tu Shan fox clan watched this scene quietly and yearningly.

An old fox of the Tu Shan clan patted the hair of a little fox next to him, pointed at the two people who met, and whispered the ancient and beautiful legend, looking at the beauty of approaching step by step, as if even the air was soaked with sweet honey, making people unable to stop smiling with joy just by watching.

"Damn, damn, let go!"

King Yu's miserable scream tore through the sky.

Shattering that beautiful, sweet, and immersive atmosphere. The white-haired fox woman seemed to have leaned forward excitedly, and King Yu supported her arm. But at this moment, the white-haired fox woman's fingers were pinching the flesh on his waist, and twisting it three hundred and sixty degrees with extreme cunning.

She raised her head, and there was no trace of the previous joy or touching sadness on her face.

Just a triumphant smile.

"Hmph, we're all thousand-year-old foxes, what are you playing 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' with me?" "Oh, sorry."

"Ah Yuan, your Tu Shan cultivation doesn't seem to be a thousand years old."

"There aren't any fools like you among the thousand-year-old fox spirits, and I'm not just a thousand-year-old fox."

Along with the giggling smile, the King Yu in front of her instantly turned into a green-shirted, white-haired Taoist, with bared teeth. "Let go!"

"Let go!"

Only with great difficulty did Nu Jiao release her fingers, looking at the Taoist sucking in cold air with bared teeth, she just smiled and said, "Illusions, transformation techniques, combined with the environment and atmosphere, can indeed have a good effect."

"Oh dear, I didn't expect Ah Yuan to have grown so much." "Not bad, not bad."

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, "How do you know I'm not?"

The white-haired Nu Jiao said, "How could you ask such a question?" "Because I am his wife."

"Let's not talk about this, hmph, my foolish brother, best of three, you've already lost." Wei Yuan said, "That's not necessarily true, maybe I have a great advantage in the third round?"

He glanced at the old fox who recorded the second round, Nu Jiao wins.

He emphasized, "Last time!"

He looked like the kind who only had a hard mouth after cremation.

Nu Jiao said triumphantly, "Okay, you've been utterly defeated in both rounds, I'd like to see how you can turn defeat into victory." "Give up." "With my advantage, how could I possibly lose?"

"Even if you win the last round, you'll still lose."

Then she covered her mouth with her hand, pretending to be surprised and said softly, "Oh dear, do you think it's not good for the dignified Yu Xu Primordial Heavenly Lord to lose?"

"Or should I deliberately lose to you once?"

She bumped Wei Yuan with her shoulder.

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, "Why is a five-thousand-year-old woman acting like a young girl!"

Counterattack!

Absolute counterattack! I can't stand it anymore! Nu Jiao's vermilion lips parted slightly, "Five thousand years old pure yang."

Wei Yuan sincerely said, "Sorry, my dear sister, I admit I was a little loud just now." Instant kneeling.

Nu Jiao couldn't help but laugh.

Finally, looking at the third round, a square box, Nu Jiao was surprised, walked around the box, and smiled helplessly, "Isn't this the kind that little kids use to scare people? You don't really think I'll be scared, do you?"

"But, it's not good if you lose too badly, sister will let you off the hook." "Ahem, I'll try to pretend to be scared."

"But it might not be very good, after all, I've never lost." "Anyway, please look forward to it."

Nu Jiao joked, but she didn't do any defense, just tapped the box and opened it. Swish!

The box didn't have any mechanism.

It just opened, and then a figure suddenly roared and stood up, surrounded by energy, like a torrent, countless petals suddenly rushed to the sky, and then scattered like rain under the light of the Jianmu stars. The tall man shouted, "Hoo ha, Ah Yuan, you made me stay in this box, it's so uncomfortable!"

"By the way, where is this?"

There was a dead silence. King Yu lowered his head.

He saw the white-haired woman just inches away.

Under the starlight, flowers fell like rain.

Nu Jiao's hands were still maintaining the action of tapping down, stunned. The Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, the corner of his mouth hooked, and he said softly:

"Third round.