Chapter 2: Everyone is unserious [New book, seeking collections]

"Chenxing."

"What's up?"

"Do you want to test if my divine sword is sharp?" Xiang Xuanqing glanced at Lord Chenxing expressionlessly.

"Does Fellow Daoist mean you want to use a succubus to sacrifice to the sword? Isn't that a bit of a pity?" Lord Chenxing smacked his lips, looking nostalgic.

"Actually, the taste of a succubus is quite good."

"Whatever you want them to become, they can become. I really don't know which fellow Daoist created these creatures; they truly test one's Dao heart. It really stumped me; I didn't know which one to choose."

Clang!

With a flash of sword light, a large head flew up.

"Good sword!"

The flying head emitted a sound of praise.

The body separated from the head applauded Xiang Xuanqing on the spot.

Not a single drop of blood fell; at the cross-section of Lord Chenxing's neck was a pool of surging clear spring water, where one could even see many happy little fish blowing bubbles.

Plop~

A little fish leaped out of the water and transformed into a new head.

Lord Chenxing reached out to steady his head, then waved his sleeve to recall the head that had just flown off.

He held his old head in his hand, squinting and smiling: "I said it before, the beauty of the Great Dao of Desire is not something everyone can experience."

"Hey hey hey! You guy, I finally came out once..."

Lord Chenxing, while unhurriedly stuffing the old head—which was glaring and cursing—into his sleeve, apologized to everyone:

"Sorry to bother you all."

Lord Taiyang and the others withdrew their gazes with great regret.

They didn't fight; what a pity.

Lord Jing Yao Zi Qi even complained inwardly: "If you aren't going to fight, why provoke him? Bored."

Lord Taibai, sitting opposite Xiang Xuanqing, looked thoughtful. These two fellow practitioners were holding back too much; it was impossible to tell their true colors.

After helping Lord Chenxing achieve the feat of "splitting the head," Xiang Xuanqing threw out a sentence lightly:

"You just asked which fellow Daoist's handiwork the succubus came from; I can give you a definite answer—Fellow Daoist Luo Hou."

"... It's him~"

Lord Chenxing was silent for a while before speaking. He lowered his head slightly, looking tangled: "Seems a bit difficult to handle."

With a flash, Lord Chenxing returned to his seat.

"Eh? Did I miss something?" Just as Lord Chenxing sat down, a figure appeared in the seat representing 【Wood Yao Sui Xing】.

Lord Sui Xing had a handsome face, a beard like a knife cut, and deep eyes that seemed to be able to perceive the myriad mysteries of the world.

He looked around, his gaze lingering on the four empty seats of 【Yin Yao Luo Hou】, 【Xu Yao Yue Bo】, 【Earth Yao Zhen Xing】, and 【Fire Yao Ying Huo】, then looked up at the Yue Bo Star in the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Xu Yao probably can't come, right?"

In the seat of 【Moon Taiyin】, Wang Shu looked at Lord Jupiter with some surprise, "Indeed."

"You all know that Fellow Daoist Xu Yao is a bit different from us; he... is very adventurous." Wang Shu weighed her words, choosing a suitable term.

Hearing this, the group of "fishing enthusiasts" was silent for a long time.

Finally, Xiang Xuanqing sighed: "Did he step into a big pit again and couldn't climb out?"

"Not exactly." Wang Shu shook her head gently.

The gods breathed a sigh of relief.

"He died."

"..."

Wang Shu's lips curled into an imperceptible arc.

She continued: "Fellow Daoist Xu Yao said before he died that he had encountered some troublesome things and was severely polluted, so he wanted to clear his negative influences by dying once."

"The incident happened suddenly, so he couldn't make it to this meeting."

As soon as Wang Shu finished speaking, several gazes met in the Weiyuan Society.

Xiang Xuanqing's eyes held a questioning intent: "Whose pit was it?"

"Not me this time."

"I don't pit my own people."

"Whoever likes to fish for such stupid fish can do it."

"Let's think about how to fish him back." "I am a mushroom that cannot speak."

???

Swish swish swish, Xiang Xuanqing and the others glared at the last guy who broke the formation.

【Earth Saturn Lord】—Zhen Yuanzi.

He had just arrived and was being stared at by the gods, yet he remained unhurried, still conveying his will with his eyes:

"I am a mushroom that cannot speak."

Several people stared at each other.

"What was he last meeting, a noisy green bamboo?"

"The meeting before that, he was a blunt clod of earth." Lord Taiyang pinched his eyebrows, looking back on the memory with unbearable pain.

"The meeting before that, he said he was a valley of echoes, and then he kept repeating what we said." Xiang Xuanqing looked at Lord Zhen Xing with a strange expression; he had guesses about this fellow Daoist's origin.

But every time he saw such a fresh and refined style, it made Xiang Xuanqing doubt if he had guessed wrong.

"Could it be that the rumors of later generations were wrong, and the 'Zhuang' in Wuzhuang Temple is not the 'Zhuang' of solemnity, but the 'Zhuang' of dressing up?"

Xiang Xuanqing pondered, does this count as the number one god of performance art?

Lord Venus Taibai approved of this, nodding in praise: "Entering all forms, breaking all forms, only then can one attain great freedom. I think Fellow Practitioner Earth has penetrated the true meaning of the Great Dao."

Regardless of how everyone viewed Lord Zhen Xing, he remained as calm as ever, wholeheartedly playing the role of a mushroom, even changing the clouds behind him into a giant mushroom shape.

Wang Shu sat high at the head, taking in the expressions of everyone on both sides, "Except for Yin Yao and Xu Yao who are absent for reasons, Fellow Daoist Fire Yao cannot come this time either. After the meeting, I will leave a copy of the meeting minutes for them."

Wang Shu tapped the jade chime on her right, "Then now, the 972nd meeting of this Weiyuan Society officially begins."

As the words fell, the stars twinkled, and the gods paid attention.

Silver-white moonlight flowed in the void, and innate Dao texts containing infinite power appeared.

"《Persisting in Implementing the Spirit of Mutual Help and Continuing to Deeply Explore the Primordial World》"

Wang Shu announced the topic of this meeting; this was the style left behind when Xiang Xuanqing hosted the first Weiyuan Society meeting, and everyone had been using it ever since.

Similar topics had actually appeared many times.

The Primordial World is unimaginably vast; a flower or a leaf contains heaven and earth, and a grain of sand or a stone encompasses the universe.

In this first epoch of creation, the era of gods, there are too many things worth exploring, trying, and encountering...

The reason the eleven gods of the Weiyuan Society could gather together was, first, Xiang Xuanqing started a group chat; second, everyone felt that having such an exchange platform was indeed more convenient and interesting than exploring the Primordial World alone.

Wang Shu crossed her hands on the table, her eyes looking at everyone with a hint of anticipation: "Let's all talk about any major discoveries recently."

"I'll go first." Lord Taiyang swept his right hand across the table, rolling clouds rose, and suddenly a wisp of breeze blew, the clouds unfolded like a painting, and a scene appeared.

Towering mountains, vast seas of clouds, a crimson giant snake winding through the eternal green. It was like a meridian lying between heaven and earth, carrying the ripples of time, hiding into the deep mountains.

Lord Taiyang spoke slowly: "There is a god in Zhong Shan, with a human face and a snake body, red in color. Its gaze is day, its closing eyes are night, its blowing is winter, its breathing is summer, and its resting is wind."

"This fellow Daoist seems to hold the power of time and is not easy to communicate with. I tried to communicate twice, and then it ran away with Zhong Shan, and now its whereabouts are unknown."

"Ran away?" Everyone looked at each other, roughly guessing how Lord Taiyang had communicated with the God of Zhong Shan.

Since the other's image, ability characteristics, and involved Great Dao were all clear, who would believe they didn't have a fight?

"Has anyone been to the Return Ruins recently?" Lord Chenxing took the opportunity to take over the conversation, winking at Xiang Xuanqing.

Xiang Xuanqing's face darkened; enough is enough.

Sure enough, Lord Chenxing continued: "Recently, there are many succubi outside the Return Ruins, or rather, many types of demons entrenched there, all kinds of strange things. I don't know what Fellow Daoist Yin Yao's purpose in creating them was?"

"So you intend to drag me into muddy waters, right?"

Chenxing didn't deny it; he did have that thought.

"However, the taste of a succubus is really good. If I hadn't estimated that they couldn't enter the Weiyuan Society, I would have brought you one."

Xiang Xuanqing rolled his eyes: "Thanks a lot."

Lord Chenxing smiled: "You're welcome."

He looked at the others and distributed a coordinate to each of them.

"If you are interested, you can go and study it."

"We thank you too!" Everyone deleted the coordinates from their memory in an instant.

Chenxing expressed deep sorrow.

Jing Yao sympathized with his encounter and comforted him: "You guy who deserves to be struck by lightning, you'd better face Fellow Daoist Luo Hou yourself!"

The author's previous book has some inheritance in settings, finished at 2 million words, the style is quite unique. Friends who are interested can go take a look.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 3 =====