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A figure dressed in plain cloud-patterned robes, Zhen Yuanzi, slowly approached Ye Chuanze and others under the guidance of the gatekeeper.
Noticing his arrival, Ye Chuanze turned around, smiling as he looked at him, and said, "What brings you here today? It's not easy to get you out of Wuzhuang Temple."
Zhen Yuanzi had a calm demeanor and disliked disputes and conflicts. Most of the time, he stayed at Wuzhuang Temple and rarely ventured out. He had a good reputation outside, and the Primordial Immortals were willing to give him some face. This was why every time Zhen Yuanzi intervened in the grudges formed by Red Cloud, things would eventually be resolved peacefully. It was merely the Primordial Immortals doing Zhen Yuanzi a favor and forming a good relationship with him. With Zhen Yuanzi's solid foundation and excellent talent, he was bound to become a powerful figure in time, making it convenient to build good relations for future endeavors.
Hearing his words, Zhen Yuanzi looked at him with a slight smile and said, "It's good that you're here; it saves me the trouble of looking for you later."
Ye Chuanze raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice filled with curiosity as he asked, "You were looking for me? Is there something you need?"
"Of course there is," Zhen Yuanzi replied as he stepped forward and addressed Fuxi and Nuwa, saying, "I apologize for visiting unannounced today; I hope I am not disturbing you two."
Fuxi smiled at him and said, "Please have a seat! There’s no need to say you are disturbing us; your visit is a great honor for Fuxi."
Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi gracefully lifted his robe and sat down.
Fuxi called over a servant boy to bring wine cups from the Wine Jug and personally poured a cup for Zhen Yuanzi, saying, "Friend, try this wine; you won't find it anywhere else."
Zhen Yuanzi took a light sip from the cup, set it down, and praised, "Good wine! Fuxi, you must have quite a collection!"
Fuxi's expression became meaningful as he replied, "This is not my personal collection."
"Oh? May I ask who brewed this wine?" Zhen Yuanzi inquired curiously.
Fuxi chuckled and said, "It is a fine brew from that esteemed one at Purple Cloud Palace."
Zhen Yuanzi trembled at the words, spilling the wine that had not yet been finished in his cup, and the expression on his face was quite remarkable. After the last sermon at Purple Cloud Palace, Zhen Yuanzi had stayed behind with Fuxi, Di Jun, and others. Hongjun Daoist had been angry about the matter concerning Ye Chuanze and had exerted his authority over them, leaving a significant psychological shadow in Zhen Yuanzi's heart. At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi looked at Fuxi with a subtle gaze and sighed, "Friend Fuxi, what courage you have!" Even that person's wine was obtained.
Fuxi smiled even more deeply, "You are mistaken, my friend; this wine was not obtained by me."
"Then where did it come from?" Zhen Yuanzi asked.
A bad premonition arose in Ye Chuanze's heart.
Fuxi casually replied, "It was stolen from that person's wine cellar by Ye Chuanze."
"..." As expected, Fuxi, you are indeed focused on poking fun at your friends.
Zhen Yuanzi was shocked by the word "stolen" in Fuxi's statement; his cup tilted, spilling the wine inside.
"Cough cough... Friend Zhen Yuanzi, your wine has spilled." Ye Chuanze kindly reminded him.
Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi finally snapped out of his shock, hurriedly putting down his cup and speaking with concern to Ye Chuanze, "Friend Mr. Ye, has Hongjun Daoist discovered that you... took his wine?" He hesitated for a moment before adding the word "took" after "stolen."
"If not, you should quickly return the wine. I have quite a collection of fine wines; if you like, I can send you a few jars another day," Zhen Yuanzi continued.
Hearing this, Ye Chuanze twitched his mouth; it was just a jar of wine from Hongjun. Was it really necessary to react like this? These people acted as if he had committed some heinous crime, as if they were about to die at any moment.
"Friend Zhen Yuanzi..." Ye Chuanze said helplessly, "Look at me; I have yet to take form. How could I possibly drink wine?"
Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi was taken aback and realized that this was indeed true. However, he still asked with a puzzled tone, "If that's the case, why did you go and steal Hongjun Daoist's wine?"
"Well... out of curiosity," Ye Chuanze replied.
“……” Zhen Yuanzi.
“Don't look at me like that…” Ye Chuanze said helplessly, “I was just curious about what was so good about this wine, so I brought back a whole jar. I originally planned to drink it after successfully transforming, but it ended up all going to Fuxi.”
Zhen Yuanzi looked at him disapprovingly and said, “Even so, you cannot steal Hongjun Daoist's wine. If he takes offense, what will you do?”
“…… Hongjun Daoist isn't that scary.” Ye Chuanze found it strange; all the Primordial beings were proud and fearless, so why were they so afraid of Hongjun? It seemed as if Hongjun was some kind of monstrous beast.
Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi looked at him with a pained expression and sighed, “ Mr. Ye, you really are too naive!”
“……” Ye Chuanze.
For a moment, the atmosphere fell silent. Ye Chuanze pondered what exactly Hongjun had done to the Primordial Immortals to make them all so wary of him.
In the Primordial realm, strength was revered. Hongjun was already the strongest among the Primordial Immortals. As the first person to achieve sainthood, he obtained a fragment of the Creation Jade Tablet and comprehended the eighteen Great Daos and three thousand minor paths, educating the beings of the Primordial realm as Dao Ancestor Hongjun. Naturally, he was terrifyingly powerful among the Primordial Immortals, instilling fear and respect in their hearts.
Perhaps aside from Ye Chuanze, who was somewhat slow to react, there was no Primordial Immortal who did not fear Hongjun. This might be related to Hongjun's intentional or unintentional indulgence; at least in front of Ye Chuanze, Hongjun had never shown any aspect that made him feel fearful or apprehensive.
Fuxi broke the silence and asked Zhen Yuanzi, “Dao friend, have you come today for something important?”
“Three days from now, I will hold a Ginseng Fruit Banquet at Wuzhuang Temple. I specifically came today to invite the three of you to attend,” Zhen Yuanzi said.
Ye Chuanze, who had been lost in thought, suddenly snapped back to reality upon hearing this. He remembered that it was Zhen Yuanzi who was hosting the Ginseng Fruit Banquet in that illusion! He stared deeply at Zhen Yuanzi, his expression twisting; what should he do? Suddenly feeling an urge to stab Zhen Yuanzi with a knife to see if this was another illusion.
Seeing his strange expression, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but ask, “ Mr. Ye, do you have something to say?”
“Ahem…” Before Ye Chuanze could speak, Fuxi interjected gently to Zhen Yuanzi, saying, “It's nothing.” Then he turned and smiled softly at Ye Chuanze, “You seem a bit out of sorts today; it's better if you say less.”
"......" Ye Chuanze, in a daze, felt his knees ache. Fuxi's gentle smile was quite terrifying!
Nuwa clearly recalled the matter of the illusion and snorted coldly, "Zhen Yuanzi, don't pay him any mind. He speaks nonsense just to provoke others! One day, I will tear his mouth apart!"
"......"
"......"
"......"
The three men present fell silent, suddenly feeling that Nuwa was quite fierce! It was better when she didn't speak; once she did, it exploded everyone's expectations.
Zhen Yuanzi forced a smile and said, "I just remembered I have something to attend to, so I won't disturb you any longer. I'll take my leave now!"
Hearing this, Ye Chuanze quickly said, "I'll see you off!"
Zhen Yuanzi glanced at him and nodded, saying, "Then I will trouble you."
"No trouble at all, no trouble at all!"
Fuxi suddenly said, "I'll also see you off."
"Brother..." Nuwa slowly spoke from her seat, "Where are you going? With Ye Chuanze seeing Zhen Yuanzi off, there's no need for you to get involved as well."
"Fuxi, there's no need for you to trouble yourself!"
"Fuxi, there's no need for you to trouble yourself!"
Ye Chuanze and Zhen Yuanzi immediately spoke in unison upon hearing the words. Faced with the corrupted Nüwa, these two friends did not hesitate to abandon Fuxi, leaving him alone in the demon cave.
"..." Fuxi, abandoned by his comrades.
After leaving Fuxi and Nüwa's cave, Ye Chuanze and Zhen Yuanzi both sighed in relief, noticing each other's actions, they looked up and smiled at one another.
Zhen Yuanzi suddenly said, "Fuxi... it’s not easy!"
Ye Chuanze quickly nodded in agreement, saying, "Having a sister is like having a tiger!"
Zhen Yuanzi nodded with a sense of empathy, "Fortunately, I don’t have a sister."
"You have Red Cloud," Ye Chuanze remarked habitually.
Zhen Yuanzi was taken aback for a moment and then laughed, "You! Red Cloud is much gentler than Nüwa."
"But Nüwa won't cause trouble outside; if she does, she'll handle it herself without bothering Fuxi," Ye Chuanze retorted, always sharp-tongued and never surpassed.
Zhen Yuanzi smiled wryly and shook his head, "I would rather he bother me; I don’t trust his temperament..."
Ye Chuanze chose not to say more; some matters were beyond outsiders' intervention.
After walking for a while, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly asked, "When do you plan to transform and undergo tribulation again?"
"I don't know; I currently have no plans to transform and undergo tribulation again. This matter cannot be rushed; let's see!" When it came to the topic of transformation and tribulation, Ye Chuanze's tone inevitably became somewhat downcast. The failures of his two previous transformations were undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.
Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi was unsure how to comfort him. After a long pause, he finally said, "When you prepare to transform and undergo tribulation again, let me know. I will lend you the Earth Book."
Ye Chuanze was taken aback upon hearing this. The Earth Book was Zhen Yuanzi's personal treasure, with defensive capabilities so powerful that it could be considered a life-saving charm. He actually made such a promise to lend his personal treasure, the Earth Book, to him for transformation and tribulation. His emotions were tumultuous, and he couldn't help but feel moved. After a moment, he said, "Thank you for your kind offer, but I cannot accept it. The Earth Book is too precious, and the heavenly powers are unpredictable. I do not wish to trouble you further."
"It’s no trouble at all. You can use it when the time comes. If you can transform, it would be a perfect completion of your merit—a beautiful thing," Zhen Yuanzi replied.
"No need for that. My true form, the Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus, has defenses that are no less than your Earth Book. I do not want to trouble you any further. I appreciate your kindness."
Seeing his firm attitude, Zhen Yuanzi did not insist any longer. Just as Ye Chuanze had said, the Earth Book was too precious to him, and he had thought long and hard before deciding to lend it to Ye Chuanze. Now that he had refused, he would let the matter rest.
"Please stay, no need to see me off," Zhen Yuanzi said. "I look forward to your presence at the Ginseng Fruit Banquet in three days."
"Don't worry, I will definitely attend," Ye Chuanze replied. "Safe travels!"
Watching Zhen Yuanzi's departing figure, Ye Chuanze's expression was inscrutable. Why would Zhen Yuanzi be willing to lend him his personal treasure, the Earth Book? He wouldn't narcissistically think it was because of their friendship; their relationship had not yet deepened to that extent. If it were Fuxi doing this, he would believe it. But Zhen Yuanzi... he needed to think carefully about what this was all for.
Then he thought about the Ginseng Fruit Banquet in three days and couldn't help but feel frustrated. He had no human form; even if he went, he could only watch and not eat—what a disappointment! He began to doubt whether Zhen Yuanzi was genuinely trying to set him up.
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