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Chapter 947 All Beasts Are Confused, the Patriarch Returns to the Mountain

The dragon and phoenix broke free from the wall and swam in the air. They did not have the pride of a real dragon or phoenix, nor did they resemble the tenacious and unruly dragons that had leaped over the Dragon Gate after a near-death experience.

These carved dragons and painted phoenixes, with an appearance more majestic than real dragons and phoenixes, reveal a more innocent light in their pupils.

The dragon and phoenix chased, licked, and touched each other, carefully making contact with the first species they saw after gaining consciousness and wisdom.

The embroidered ball lion on the drum stone jumps down from its stone seat and is curiously bumping into the threshold it is supposed to guard. Every time it hits the door frame, it bounces back, but it seems to enjoy it.

All living beings in the Tushita Palace are Laozi's pets, servants, and doormen.

Hu Xiuwu could also learn from the advanced experience of the Tushita Palace, transforming the inanimate objects in the palace into spirits, and relying on them to replace the Yin servants of the Yellow Springs.

Regardless, each of these little dragons, phoenixes, unicorns, stone lions, flying fish, and Qiuniu is far more attractive than the Yellow Springs Yin Servants.

These spirits ran and made noise in the palace, playfully testing each other, while some Qilin chased their own tails in circles, and Qiuniu cried out, its voice rising and falling with the crudest musical variations.

Hu Xiuwu revealed a somewhat benevolent smile, looking with affection at the pair of Pixiu that were rubbing their heads against his calves.

Hu Xiuwu scratched the necks of the two Pixiu. Although they were once made of jade, they felt soft and furry to his touch.

If even the form and substance haven't changed, how can it be considered a secret alchemical technique stolen from the Tushita Palace?

The two Pixiu revealed their cat-like, squinting smiles, and made purring sounds from their throats.

As a result, the motorcycle noise they made startled them. They couldn't believe it was their own noise. One of the Pixiu jumped two zhang high and hid behind the other Pixiu.

The two Pixiu huddled together, their fur trembling.

In fact, Hu Xiuwu could directly use the Qianxuan Creation method to manipulate the Yin and Yang energies and directly enlighten and awaken the spirit.

However, if you can use tools, why do it yourself?

Using swords is more efficient at killing than using fists, and using waterwheels is more efficient at irrigating fields than using buckets.

Using the Innate Demon Refining Tower saved Hu Xiuwu's energy, allowing him to revitalize the entire Zhou Jue Yin Heavenly Palace with minimal effort.

If you have a magic weapon, you should use it; how can you just leave it on a shelf and enshrine it?

Is the Innate Demon Refining Tower the master, or is Hu Xiuwu the master?

Looking at the vibrant scene in the Yintian Palace of Zhoujue, Hu Xiuwu was very satisfied: "Not bad, not bad, it has a bit of the feeling of a celestial abode, reminding me of my little house in the clouds back then."

"When Duo'er comes down, she'll like this feeling."

"The lady might like it, but perhaps she needs more training."

Hmm, there's a murderous aura about it!
Hu Xiuwu suddenly felt a cold, icy resentment hanging on the back of his neck, constantly releasing cold air, icy and chilling.

Guessing who was glaring at him, Hu Xiuwu stiffly turned his head and, sure enough, saw a pair of beautiful, resentful eyes.

Zi Zhu'er caught a curious little Qilin that was hooking its claws around her skirt. Holding this bronze Qilin, which had apparently jumped off some incense burner, by the scruff of its neck, she looked at Hu Xiuwu with a resentful expression:
"Are you going to use these brats to manage the Zhoujue Yintian Palace?"

The elf, newly enlightened by Hu Xiuwu, is mentally incomplete, as innocent as a newborn infant. It hasn't even learned how to transform into a human yet.

They still need someone to teach them to read and write, to learn magic and cultivate their skills, so that they can become useful and competent.

Who would be the kindergarten teacher who instructs these tens of thousands of innocent spirits in the Yintian Palace of King Zhou?
It's still only Zi Zhu'er who can take action!

Would Hu Xiuwu, who uses the Innate Demon Refining Tower to assist even a spirit in its enlightenment, really help her with such arduous work?

Before these spirits are properly trained, Purple Spider's work will become even more arduous.

Zi Zhu'er had already guessed the outcome when Hu Xiuwu began to transform the inanimate objects, so she naturally felt resentful.

Who knew that the boss would be happy to increase their workload by simplifying processes and delegating tasks to them in order to be lazy?

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Hu Xiuwu coughed lightly a few times: "They all have extraordinary backgrounds and are easy to teach."

Zi Zhu'er rolled her eyes without trying to hide it, making sure Hu Xiuwu saw it clearly. It was obvious that Hu Xiuwu had no intention of helping her!
"I trust you to handle things."

This was also an opportunity for her to gain experience. Thinking this, Hu Xiuwu seemed to be transported back to the time when he and his childhood friend Xiaotian started a game company right after graduation.

The subordinates were very excited and happy at the time.

'I imagine Zi Zhu'er is also very happy to participate in establishing the internal affairs system of Zhou Jue Yin Tian Palace, such a large-scale event.'

With this thought in mind, Hu Xiuwu, feeling at ease, carried the Innate Demon Refining Tower and left the Zhou Jue Yin Heavenly Palace.

"I'll leave this place to you. I'm not worried. I still have some things to take care of."

Zi Zhu'er, carrying the bronze Qilin and ignoring its whimpering, walked to the square of Zhou Jue Yin Tian Palace, looking around at the chaotic and noisy Zhou Jue Yin Tian Palace.

The palace air was filled with the cries of young animals, and as far as the eye could see, there were only all sorts of farces.

Zi Zhu'er put down the Qilin, sighed, and rubbed her forehead: "We're in for a lot of work now!"

She's already starting to think about how to train these little guys.

She was born in the Kunlun Mountains of the Black Myth world, the Kunlun Wonderland that would use the star officials of the Heavenly Court for experiments!
You can tell from the way the Queen Mother of the West does things how strict her rules are in managing the Kunlun Wonderland.

Hu Xiuwu now manages his subordinates with great leniency and fairness, a stark contrast to the Queen Mother of the West. Working under him, one doesn't always have to be on edge, fearing being cast into the cycle of reincarnation for a thousand years without ever being able to escape.

Moreover, Hu Xiuwu had saved her life and helped her rekindle her romance with Tianpeng, so his kindness was immense. Therefore, he would not be too harsh on her in daily life.

Zi Zhu'er complained to Hu Xiuwu that most of it was in jest, and at most one-tenth of it was genuine emotion.

As soon as Hu Xiuwu left, Zi Zhu'er began to consider how to get these spirits born in the Zhoujue Yintian Palace to maintain it.

"I was thinking of giving them a few days off, but that's not going to happen now."

"Daughters! Come and get to work!"

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Shangqing Maoshan is a popular place of worship, attracting a constant stream of tourists. Luxury cars are parked at the foot of the mountain, and the hotel's luxurious rooms are never empty.

Those who come and go are mostly in purple robes, but no one in white robes offers incense.

In an era where supernatural beings are already semi-publicly recognized, ancient temples and monasteries with well-established traditions, such as Shangqing Maoshan, Wudang Zhenwu, Zhengyi Longhushan, and Songshan Shaolin, naturally become sought after.

The Shangqing School does not prevent ordinary tourists and pilgrims from offering incense.

However, they could not stop wealthy merchants from using real money to exchange for the right to draw lots to go up the mountain to offer incense.

"A thousand years have passed, and there is really nothing new in the world."

This scene was witnessed by Yuan Tiangang, and in the end, it was reduced to a bland comment.

He was fascinated by the development of modern technology, but human nature was calculating and driven by self-interest.

That wouldn't be anything new to him.

It's nothing more than a pointless trick he's been playing for three hundred years.

"As expected of a great general, he is indeed extraordinary. How was your return to this place? Did it stir up any feelings of homesickness?"

Accompanying the commander-in-chief, wearing high-end sunglasses, a large sun hat, and a bright red dress embroidered with dark purple grape patterns, looking no different from a modern urban woman, Corpse Ancestor Jiangchen held up his phone, editing a photo he had just taken with the Unruly Commander Yuan Tiangang. Hearing Yuan Tiangang's conversation, he responded with a smile.

There aren't many opportunities to tease the Grand Marshal, so Corpse Ancestor Jiangchen put away his phone: "This is the first time I've heard that the Grand Marshal comes from the Shangqing faction."

Yuan Tiangang calmly said, "I have never hidden my origins. It's just that you have lived too short a time and are not from my era."

"As for you, my surrendered subject, congratulations on getting what you want."

The surrendered minister cupped his face, his cheeks flushed, and grinned from ear to ear: "I never imagined that one day I would be able to find the real Jiu Gai."

"Perhaps I will be able to see my princess again."

The more he talked, the more excited he became. After imagining things for a while, the surrendered official glanced at the Bad Commander Yuan Tiangang, narrowed his eyes, and smiled:

"So, General, please don't make things difficult for me! I'm here to keep an eye on you on the Emperor's orders."