Chapter 248 Good Intentions

Wei Yuan hadn't expected to see Jinmu Yuanjun here. He had seen the young Wei Yuanjun, who was seven years old, with bright, sparkling eyes and a bit of baby fat, innocently charming. He had also seen her after countless years of war, revered as Jinmu Yuanjun, her gaze sharp and deep as an abyss.

And at this moment, Jinmu Yuanjun seemed to be in a state between the two.

Her appearance hadn't fully matured, and she should have been at the age of a carefree and innocent young girl, yet she possessed a spirited and heroic aura.

Earlier, she had been 'forcing' the white-haired Grandmother Wa to read.

Completing what her mother, Jue, had failed to do back then.

The densely packed words, being on Longhu Mountain, were naturally based on Daoist texts for enlightenment. Even people in the human world who came to study would find these Daoist scriptures uninteresting and would want to daydream or doze off. The white-haired Wa Huang's gaze had already drifted away, chasing after the flowing clouds, the wind's edge, or the butterflies flying over Longhu Mountain.

When she saw Wei Yuan appear, she was overjoyed.

The eyes that had been devoid of ripples suddenly lit up.

Then, she stood up without hesitation.

Running towards the white-haired Daoist.

Then, a brilliant and beautiful smile appeared on her soft, pale, and bloodless face.

A smile so lovely that even Jinmu Yuanjun couldn't help but be momentarily lost in thought.

Her white hair was tied into a slightly intricate bun, and the sideburns that fell were swept back.

"A Yuan, you're back?"

The white-haired Wa Huang ran across the short distance in an instant. Wei Yuan reached out and ruffled the girl's head, humming in affirmation and smiling, "I thought of something delicious and tried it out. I thought the taste was pretty good, so I came back to make it for you to try. Hmm, I just made some, and it's still warm, want to try it?"

The white-haired girl's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously.

Then, she reached out her hands, carefully holding the pastries Wei Yuan had made.

She took a bite.

Her eyes sparkled, and she ate in small bites while gently blowing on the steam.

Wei Yuan smiled. When he looked up, he saw Wei Yuanjun, who had been sitting on the Longhu Mountain chair, patting the wrinkles of her clothes and standing up. Her eyes were calm and cold, and she walked forward with a blank expression, holding the scriptures. The white-haired Daoist looked at Wei Yuanjun and said, "Would this young lady like to have some as well?"

He deliberately didn't tell the truth.

He simply raised his hand slightly, offering the freshly made pastries in the food box.

Unexpectedly, Wei Yuanjun frowned, raised her hand, and with a slap, directly knocked his hand away. The pastries that the Daoist had happily made were knocked to the ground, rolling twice on the grass. The white-haired Daoist looked at the girl in front of him, the latter's eyes revealing an extremely cold and ruthless expression, and said, "No need to be polite."

"I have nothing to say to you."

"I don't want to talk to you either."

"Anything you make, I would rather throw it away than eat even a single bite!"

"Please, stay away from me!"

"Farewell."

Wei Yuanjun walked past, her expression cold and ruthless.

But as she walked away, she saw the white-haired Daoist still standing there, reaching out as if to offer the pastries. Seeing him as if waking from a dream, bending down to pick up all the pastries that had fallen on the grass, placing them carefully back into the box, her steps paused.

For some reason, her heart suddenly clenched, and her nose felt a little sore.

Then she shook her head, banishing this strange feeling from her mind.

I will never forgive him!

Never!

She bit her lip, raised her head, and strode away.

………………

"What a pity…"

Wei Yuan picked up the pastries and sighed.

The white-haired girl over there also nodded in agreement, then said a little helplessly, "Actually, she's very well-behaved. She wasn't like this before."

"Yes, I know."

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Perhaps even if the future has changed, she is still at the Daoguo realm. Many fates are unique to herself, but it also takes time to perceive the changes that have occurred. Hmm, it takes a process for her to slowly remember. But looking at it this way, it is indeed a case of being 'weaker in realm but stronger in combat power'."

"Always like me in this regard."

Wei Yuan couldn't help but complain.

The white-haired girl pointed at the pastries in the box and said, "What about these?"

She said with some disappointment, "They're dirty."

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "It's okay, I just used a karma [picking it up within five seconds of it falling means it's still okay]."

"So these pastries are still good."

"It's just that you can't get over it psychologically."

"But, it's perfect for Fuxi to eat!"

"Since it's your favorite pastry, he definitely won't refuse."

A certain Yuanshi Tianzun said these words with an unchanged expression.

And the white-haired girl, who didn't have a strong sense of good and evil and didn't have much affection for Fuxi, nodded in agreement.

Wei Yuan smiled and put the box away, then said, "Let's go. Besides this, I have many other delicious pastries. The ingredients are all prepared, so I can make more. You can eat whatever you want." The white-haired girl nodded vigorously, her happiness and joy almost impossible to hide.

During the Tang Dynasty, when Wei Yuan was holding the rear in Kunlun Ruins, he had said that he would make delicious food for her.

Unfortunately, after fighting his way out, his memories gradually faded.

And when he arrived in the South Sea, even his culinary skills were gone.

So it has been delayed until now.

But fortunately, there is a chance to make up for it.

What's more, Wei Yuan found that his culinary foundation had gained a very, very thick layer of culinary knowledge, enough to write another Classic of Mountains and Seas. Everything involved was Wa Huang's preferences, about Wa Huang's favorite foods, the texture of foods Wa Huang liked, how to cook all the culinary knowledge and dishes Wei Yuan knew to the texture and taste that Wa Huang loved most.

It was almost an entire "Wa Huang Feeding Guide"!

Wei Yuan knew just by thinking about it that this knowledge and culinary skills must have been created by Fuxi.

After a long period of experience accumulation and honing, Fuxi had put in unparalleled effort and hard work.

Finally, he added the Wa Huang Feeding Skill to Wei Yuan, the museum curator.

"Among the top ten below the peak, there aren't many who can beat you."

The old Daoist smiled to himself, "In that case, is it the talisman that is powerful, or is it this poor Daoist?"

"If one becomes arrogant and complacent by relying on external forces, then what difference is there between me and a frog at the bottom of a well?"

He sighed, "Cultivation, of course, cannot lack demon-subduing skills, but if one is obsessed with power, one loses the true meaning of cultivation. Moreover, this Jade Emperor Talisman, this old Daoist will never occupy it forever. Too much power without a matching state of mind will only lead people into self-righteousness."

"Moreover, cultivating the Dao is about being carefree and detached, but in the end, being restricted to the Jade Emperor, this cannot be said to be a [tribulation]."

"Although one gains great power, one moves further away from the Dao."

"If one is obsessed with this power, one will only move further and further away."

Wei Yuan already knew what the old Daoist really wanted to say and sighed.

Zhang Ruosu stood up, shook his sleeves, and bowed in salute, "The Qi of the heavens is vast, may my Dao flourish."

"Yuanshi Tianzun."

"Please guide me once."

"Guide me once."

ps: Today's second update... 3,800 words.

I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.