How had she been exposed?
This voice transmission naturally carried the familiar South Sea God’s ‘accent’;
That flat and calm ‘Wen’ made Wen Jing Daoist’s heart tremble in various ways.
She couldn’t tell if the Sea God was saying ‘Wen’ or ‘Mosquito’, the emotions represented by the former and latter being obviously different…
In the seafloor crevice, Wen Jing Daoist hid her form and immediately calmed herself down.
From ancient times until now, she had seen many great storms—during the Blood Sea Battle, she had… observed from far away!
Just now, being unexpectedly discovered and having her identity exposed, coupled with knowing the Human Religion’s South Sea God held her life in his hands, had only caused her to panic slightly…
Wen Jing Daoist quickly recovered, thinking this Sea God with his belly full of dirty water might be trying to trick her.
Then she heard…
“If you play such malicious tricks again, I will naturally report to Doushuai Palace and request the Great Law Master to discipline you.”
The second voice transmission drilled into that puppet strongman’s heart, and Wen Jing Daoist couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
She had truly been exposed, and thoroughly exposed at that!
Where exactly had she revealed her weakness?
The puppet strongman let out a breath and turned around to cup his hands in all directions, showing an embarrassed smile.
Wen Jing Daoist was just about to use this puppet to explain a few things, but before she could speak, the Sea God’s avatar hiding who-knows-where transmitted a third time…
“Don’t speak carelessly. Have this puppet withdraw to the South Sea, and you come to meet me in Anshui City.”
Hearing this transmission, Wen Jing Daoist could only smile bitterly.
Not only had she been exposed, but once again, she was being arranged clearly by the other party…
She couldn’t match him, absolutely couldn’t match him.
What had she been trying to achieve with all this trouble?
She knew that in schemes and plots, she was no match at all for the Sea God, and even more impossible to directly move against this Sea God, yet her heart still held some unwillingness…
How should she respond now?
Having finally connected with the Human Religion’s line, she—this lonely and helpless Queen who had been abandoned by the great era of Hongmeng—could soon see an opportunity to turn things around, how could she…
If asked about her current state of mind, it would naturally be [very regretful].
If she could ask the Sea God one question, it would certainly be [why].
Where exactly had she exposed her identity?
Wen Jing Daoist pondered but couldn’t understand.
She had originally thought that even if she couldn’t find the South Sea God’s true body, she shouldn’t expose herself, so she had personally come to the South Sea, closely controlling this blood mosquito puppet she had trained for so long.
Unexpectedly, she had still been exposed.
The South Sea God was still that same South Sea God, covered head to toe in the word ‘mysterious’.
‘Forget it, it’s not the first time I’ve lost to him, might as well abandon this face completely.’
Wen Jing Daoist sighed softly, her true body transforming into a blood mosquito, concealing all her auras, secretly heading toward the Sea God Temple in Anshui City.
As for that blood mosquito puppet carrying the butterfly, she also followed the Sea God’s words, now rushing toward the South Sea, making the appearance of withdrawing temporarily in frustration…
…
‘Tsk, really tricked her out.’
At Breaking Heaven Peak’s Hundred Mortal Hall.
Li Changshou quietly let out a breath, such thoughts flowing through his mind, feeling somewhat between laughter and tears.
He stood up, the outer disguise of his realm rising slightly but failing to break through a completely small realm, his expression showing some regret.
Li Changshou made a Daoist salute to the External Affairs Elders at his sides, then lowered his head and walked out of the Hundred Mortal Hall, riding clouds away from this place.
Several Elders with whom he shared fish and meat fellowship wanted to encourage Li Changshou with a few words, but seeing his gloomy expression, they didn’t say much…
This matter was indeed difficult to console.
After leaving the Hundred Mortal Hall, Li Changshou maintained his depressed expression, but his inner thoughts were numerous and messy…
Could it be that after betraying the West, Wen Jing Daoists had also betrayed their Human Religion?
If that were true, his family’s Sage Lord would probably give him some hints, since Wen Jing Daoist was related to the grand scheme of undermining the West in the future.
Or perhaps, Wen Jing Daoist had always harbored resentment toward him as the Sea God, wanting to find his true body to hold mutual leverage, gaining more say with him?
Based on Li Changshou’s observations these days, this possibility was quite likely.
Actually, before speaking out, Li Changshou hadn’t directly confirmed this was Wen Jing Daoist, he had only noticed several elements and had some suspicions…
The first element was the puppet.
He had discovered several days ago that this peak Heavenly Immortal realm burly man seemed to be controlled in spirit.
Although the other party’s actions showed no obvious flaws, Li Changshou, skilled in using paper avatars, could judge from many details, such as the puppet’s eyes and small movements, that the other party was indeed a puppet.
In Hongmeng, there were countless methods to control others’ spirits, and Li Changshou couldn’t confirm whether this was indeed a blood mosquito puppet…
But the other party’s behavior during this period was indeed abnormal—
This puppet would try to draw out his avatar each time, yet retreat at crucial moments, never striking ruthlessly or fatally;
The other party would stir up mortals to cause trouble, but only make small-scale disturbances, never causing deaths, very wary of karmic obstacles;
The puppet would appear at Sea God temples and run away, seeming somewhat guilty…
Li Changshou had listed many options in his mind, and just halfway through the process of elimination, the thought suddenly emerged: [Could this be that mosquito causing trouble?]
After hesitating for two days and carefully considering another day, Li Changshou decided to try tricking the other party…
That sentence he transmitted was also carefully considered and thought through.
Especially that ‘Wen’, which carried great implications.
If the other party wasn’t Wen Jing Daoist, this wouldn’t directly expose his knowing Wen Jing Daoist, protecting the Human Religion’s ‘excellent member’ hidden in the Western Religion.
If the other party was indeed Wen Jing Daoist, just the single word ‘Wen’ or ‘Mosquito’ could highlight that he was now angered by her, and initially probed whether she had betrayed them a second time…
What confirmed for Li Changshou that the other party was Wen Jing Daoist was the puppet strongman’s instinctive reaction.
The other party had a moment of shock and panic, carrying a hint of ‘I’ve done all this, yet you still recognized me’ disbelief…
Li Changshou’s later two voice transmissions were just further confirming the puppet’s identity and making some response arrangements.
By now, Li Changshou’s spiritual intuition had returned to normal, with no sense of danger, but he still didn’t dare lower his guard.
This fierce mosquito was truly hard to subdue, and didn’t let one rest easy!
What urgently needed to be confirmed now was whether Wen Jing Daoist had betrayed the Human Religion.
The method of judgment was quite simple.
Next, if Wen Jing Daoist came to the Sea God temple in her true form, or using her previous divine ability blood mosquito, that would mean Wen Jing Daoist had a sixty percent chance of still being on the Human Religion’s side.
If that strongman puppet came instead, this matter would be worth pondering…
Li Changshou’s true body returned to Little Jade Peak’s dan-refining chamber, immediately activating the surrounding formations, and checking the anti-divination trinkets on his body.
Just then, he captured a faint ‘buzzing’ mosquito sound in the Sea God’s main temple…
She came quite quickly.
Li Changshou’s avatar hidden in the underground formation spread out immortal consciousness, seeing only a charming shadow appear in the Sea God temple’s back hall, wrapped in a layer of fog.
But Li Changshou’s ‘de-mosaic eyes’ cultivated for many years in his previous life now came into play, technically seeing through the fog to reveal the charming woman in blood-colored gauze attire.
The fierce aura hidden in her bones, the dao realm pressure that gave Li Changshou some oppression…
Should be the mosquito’s true body.
Why… dress so revealingly?
Wen Jing Daoist looked left and right, searching for the South Sea God’s figure, but what came was only a sentence:
“Change into more proper clothes, wait for me in the study of the northwest tower in the back courtyard.”
Wen Jing Daoist frowned, feeling somewhat indignant—how were her clothes improper?
But Li Changshou transmitted again: “The Great Law Master might observe this place at any time.”
Wen Jing Daoist immediately turned around, condensing a layer of a deep blue dress, and also changed to the cloud-style hair common among Hongmeng women;
Then, she concealed her form and hurried to that tower.
Li Changshou: …
Uh, did this mosquito have that kind of feeling for the Great Law Master?
Hongmeng’s King of Million Porcelains Zhao Gongming and his fangirl Golden Light Holy Mother, Hongmeng Fierce Beast Mosquito Daoist desperately pursuing Taiqing Wuwei Xuandu Great Law Master?
Good heavens, what kind of plot was this…
The style of this Hongmeng world was truly increasingly beyond his expectations.
Ahem, back to the main matter.
Soon after, an old immortal skin paper avatar drilled out from the underground paper avatar storage, heading toward that tower.
After meeting with Wen Jing Daoist, Li Changshou neither showed anger nor put on airs, still maintaining that smiling kindly appearance, as if the one who had been troubled before wasn’t him.
Li Changshou sat down behind the desk of his own accord, while Wen Jing Daoist dispersed the fog around her, habitually giving an alluring smile.
“Sit,” Li Changshou said calmly.
“No need, I’ll stand,” Wen Jing Daoist said softly.
Li Changshou gazed at Wen Jing Daoist’s enchanting phoenix eyes, maintaining his dao heart’s clarity, trying his best to ignore the pressure Wen Jing Daoist brought him.
And Wen Jing Daoist was now also looking into Li Changshou’s paper avatar’s eyes, soon letting out a light sigh, seeming to have words stuck in her throat.
Li Changshou smiled and said: “Friend, do you harbor some resentment toward me?”
“Indeed,” Wen Jing Daoist slightly raised her chin, “I am after all a Queen of my race, yet was subdued by just a few words from you, in my heart I still…”
“And then?”
“I naturally… forget it!”
Wen Jing Daoist suddenly sighed dejectedly, sitting down in a nearby round chair of her own accord, speaking rapidly in a flat tone:
“I just had some crooked thoughts for a moment, wanting to find your true body to tease you a bit.
It started when I received orders from the Western Religion some days ago, having me use that God-Locking Soul-Pursuing Butterfly to seek your true body’s traces and eliminate you secretly.”
Li Changshou’s paper avatar calmly nodded;
While his true body now in Little Jade Peak’s underground secret chamber was frowning tightly.
The plan to wander Little Jade Peak really couldn’t be delayed a single day!
Wen Jing Daoist continued: “I naturally wouldn’t harm you, you hold my future path in your hands…
I just wanted to have some more means of counter-control over you.”
Li Changshou said gently: “Your words, at this time I can only believe fifty percent.”
Wen Jing Daoist’s delicate brows furrowed, but she also knew this was the bitter fruit of her troublemaking, and said softly:
“I can make a Great Dao oath like last time to prove I haven’t betrayed you all.”
“Mm, wait a moment.”
Li Changshou calmly said, picking up a brush and ink from the side, writing for a while, casually writing out a thousand-word Great Dao oath, using immortal force to push it to Wen Jing Daoist.
Certain mosquitoes: …
Soon after, a trace of heavenly dao rhyme descended, then withdrew.
Wen Jing Daoist sat there somewhat powerlessly, her eyes revealing deep helplessness, smiling bitterly and asking:
“Is there any other punishment?”
“Don’t speak of punishment,” Li Changshou smiled slightly.
To prevent similar incidents from happening in the future, Li Changshou decided to use some small tricks…
Then, Li Changshou sighed and said gently:
“I overlooked this resentment in your heart, this is partly my responsibility too.
In the future, Sister Wen Jing, if you have any frustrations in your heart, you can always come to me to pour them out.
Wen Jing, I know you have grievances about the current world, and hatred toward the heavenly dao, but living beings existing in the world, besides survival, also have many other pursuits.
Have you ever thought about what you live for?”
Wen Jing Daoist frowned slightly and said: “Survival is naturally the instinct of living beings, fearing death thus seeking life.”
“Not so,” Li Changshou slowly shook his head, speaking earnestly: “Today, I’ll tell you three new terms.”
Wen Jing Daoist asked curiously: “Are there new terms I haven’t heard before?”
“Of course there are,” Li Changshou picked up his brush and wrote three lines of twelve large characters on the expensive thin paper before him:
Self-worth value;
Self-desire fulfillment;
Living being’s pursuit.
Thereupon, Li Changshou slowly began speaking, combining the motivational speeches from his previous life running a company with some principles of Hongmeng cultivation, explaining in detail to Wen Jing Daoist.
Soon after, Wen Jing Daoist was drawn in by the dao and principles Li Changshou spoke of, standing up and walking to the desk side, quietly listening to him speak…
These were also Li Changshou’s life experiences from his previous life.
Want young employees to work more without giving them high wages? Then talk to them about ideals;
Want company veterans to generate some surplus value without promoting or raising their salary? Then talk about realizing self-worth.
And for someone like Wen Jing Daoist, who was a ‘necessary talent’ for the ‘Human Religion’ yet harbored some resentment toward him as temporary supervisor…
Then based on the first two points, speak sincerely and build relationships.
Li Changshou most admired a successful businessman in his previous life who could call layoffs “the company contributing talent to society”;
Today he thick-skinedly had to instill some thoughts in Wen Jing Daoist’s heart to prevent future troubles!
Unknowingly, it was again deep in the night…
Wen Jing Daoist’s eyes carried starlight, her lips bearing a smile, at the tower window of the South Sea God temple, making a Daoist salute to the ‘old Sea God’, saying:
“Thank you friend for enlightening me.”
“Go then,” Li Changshou waved his hand.
“Friend rest assured,” Wen Jing Daoist said firmly, “I will certainly become a master necessary for the Human Religion and Heaven’s Court.
Let my dao life not pass in vain!”
“Very good.”
Li Changshou smiled: “Handle the follow-up of the God-Locking Butterfly matter as I just explained.”
Wen Jing Daoist gently nodded, showing Li Changshou a few smiles, sighing with much emotion, then turned and transformed into a streak of blood light, leaving behind slight buzzing sounds, quickly disappearing.
‘This Mosquito Daoist…
One should be an outstanding Queen indeed.’
Li Changshou sighed inwardly as this old immortal skin paper avatar flicked out some flames, turning to ash both the chair where Wen Jing Daoist had sat and the stack of papers before him.