My cultivation is too warm

With the spirit of the secret realm sealed in the Shennong Secret Realm, Jiang Nian also told him the purpose of doing so, and the memory reading ended there.

Xu Mo and the others spent a long time in the Sea of ​​Memories of the Spirit of the Secret Realm, but because the technology of the memory-reading device was quite advanced, only a few hours actually passed in reality.

When Xu Mo and the others removed their wearable devices and returned to reality, their gazes toward the spirit of the secret realm immediately changed.

Everyone stared blankly at the spirit of the secret realm before them, their feelings a mix of emotions.

The spirit of the secret realm looked at the stunned crowd and said irritably, "Why are you all staring at me like that?"

He still harbors some resentment towards Xu Mo and the others for reading his memories, as it reminds him of some unpleasant ones.

Especially that old bastard Shennong Yandi Jiang Nian, he had been thinking about him with all his heart and had fulfilled his promise, but the other party turned around and betrayed him, sealing him in the dark and sunless Shennong Secret Realm. He was truly hateful.

The thought of this filled him with endless resentment. He continued speaking to Xu Mo and the others, "Well, I didn't slander that old bastard Shennong Yandi, did I? Tell me, isn't he a despicable, shameless, vile, and shameless old scoundrel? I can swear on my life that I have never wronged him. On the contrary, that old bastard is truly hateful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Huanhuan asked innocently, "But, senior, aren't you a pill furnace? You don't have hands or a body, so how can you pat your chest and guarantee it?"

Upon hearing this, not only the spirit of the secret realm, but also Xu Mo and the others beside him were speechless. The face conjured by the spirit of the secret realm trembled violently. He looked at Liang Huanhuan, feeling truly helpless and exhausted.

Is there something wrong with this girl's focus?
Meanwhile, Liang Huanhuan was completely oblivious. She tilted her head, placed a finger on her chin, frowned, and looked up and down at the furnace of the Spirit of the Secret Realm, seemingly troubled by where his chest was.

Seeing her like this, Ye Qingyue quickly stepped forward and pulled her aside, whispering, "Alright, Huanhuan, don't be so curious. Senior was just using a metaphor."

Upon hearing this, Liang Huanhuan nodded in sudden understanding and let out a long "Oh," "I see, Huanhuan understands."

The spirit of the secret realm glanced at her speechlessly, then continued, "In short, that old bastard Shennong Yandi may be a great ancestor to you, but to me, he is a despicable, shameless, vile, and shameless old bastard. No matter what you say, I will never compromise on this point."

Hearing the words of the spirit of the secret realm, which contained endless resentment, Xu Mo, Wang Er, Ye Qingyue, and the others exchanged glances and then nodded slightly.

Then, under the puzzled gaze of the spirit of the secret realm, they patted themselves down, tidied their appearance, and then solemnly knelt down, raised their hands and bowed deeply to the spirit of the secret realm, speaking in a solemn and respectful tone:
"We, the younger generation, pay our respects to the Holy Master of the Human Race."

The actions of Xu Mo and his companions stunned the spirit of the secret realm. He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, asking with a hint of incomprehension, "Wait, what are you doing?"

He frowned and glared at Xu Mo, saying, "Xu kid, you guys aren't up to any tricks again, are you? I've cooperated with you so well that you witnessed the deeds of that old bastard Shennong Yandi. You can't go back on your word and bury me in the latrine again!"

Upon hearing the words of the spirit of the secret realm, Xu Mo and the others all showed helpless expressions. He felt that the spirit of the secret realm was really too lacking in self-awareness.

Who is the Spirit of the Mystic Realm? It is someone who, in the ancient times, spread the seeds of human civilization whenever a human dynasty faced extinction, and was personally appointed as a holy teacher of the human race by more than a dozen human dynasties.

Even though he was just an alchemy furnace, his status was comparable to that of his grandfather, Shennong Yandi Jiang Nian, and he was the common ancestor of all humankind.

How could we, the descendants, bury such a living ancestor in a cesspool? What kind of behavior is this? Isn't this utterly rebellious?

Although Xu Mo was a transmigrator, he had already integrated into the Canggu World and regarded himself as a true person of the Canggu World. Therefore, the spirit of the secret realm was naturally his ancestor.

Rather, what Xu Mo truly couldn't understand was the attitude of the spirit of the secret realm. Did it even know its own status among the human race?
He's usually full of cunning and slyness, like a seasoned old fox, always trying to take advantage of others. How come he's so oblivious to his own status and position at this moment?
If he had just told Xu Mo and the others about what he had done in the past, they wouldn't have dared to treat him the same way. Now, he's been labeled a rebellious and unfilial descendant.

If he were to speak, Xu Mo and the others would certainly treat him with utmost respect. Even if he were a bit frivolous, Xu Mo and the others wouldn't say much. After all, our ancestors lived in different times, and a little frivolity wasn't something that couldn't be tolerated.

Or rather, even if Xu Mo and the others had some doubts and didn't believe what he said, they would restrain themselves and try to show some respect, unlike before.

Faced with the spirit of the secret realm's utterly oblivious words, Xu Mo firmly shook his head and said with a serious expression, "Ancestor, you are joking. You have made great contributions to our human race and were personally appointed as the Holy Teacher of the human race by our ancestors and the dynasty. We, the descendants, will only respectfully serve you. How could we possibly bury you in a latrine?"

Upon hearing this, the spirit of the secret realm widened its eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "A great achievement? Me? This old man?"

He then understood what Xu Mo and the others were talking about, and said with a puzzled look, "But those things were entrusted to me by that old man Shennong Yandi. I did this only to fulfill my agreement with him. Those human dynasties did not know about this, which is why they conferred the title of Human Saint Teacher upon me."

He paused for a moment, glanced at Xu Mo and the others with some hesitation, and asked with a puzzled tone, "But you are different. You have seen my memories and should know that it was the entrustment of Shennong Yandi. How should we think about it? It should be that old thing's credit, right?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Mo and the others felt somewhat helpless. Now he finally understood why the Spirit of the Secret Realm, such a glib creature, hadn't mentioned its own contributions. It turned out that it truly lacked any self-awareness.

Xu Mo then explained earnestly, “Ancestor, there’s no need to be modest. Perhaps in your eyes, those things were just fulfilling your promise to Ancestor Shennong. But for us descendants, or for all of humanity, those things were indeed done by you. That is your achievement, and you are the holy teacher revered by all of humanity. There is no doubt about that.”

The spirit of the secret realm was taken aback upon hearing this. He hadn't expected Xu Mo to say such a thing. Then, his expression shifted, and he tentatively asked, somewhat dazed, "You mean to say that I am your ancestor, and you respect me greatly? Is that right?" Xu Mo nodded, and Liang Huanhuan beside him also spoke earnestly, "Ancestor, ancestor, you have done a great favor for the human race. We humans will certainly repay your kindness. How could we possibly disown you?"

Upon hearing this, the spirit of the secret realm's expression shifted. He stared at Xu Mo and the others, scrutinizing them from head to toe. After confirming from their serious expressions that they were not joking, he tentatively spoke again: "In that case, you will have to treat this old man with utmost respect?"

Before Xu Mo could answer, Liang Huanhuan jumped out and replied with an extremely serious expression, "Of course, don't worry, Ancestor, we will definitely make sure you live a good life."

After saying that, she clenched her fist and waved it a few times to show her determination.

Having received a definite answer, the spirit of the secret realm could no longer contain its excitement. A smirk appeared on its face, and its gaze fell upon Ye Qingyue, revealing a lovesick expression. It chuckled and said, "In that case, could you perhaps let Fairy Ye..."

But before he could finish speaking, Xu Mo ruthlessly interrupted him, saying, "Sorry, you can't!"

The spirit of the secret realm stiffened upon hearing this, then said indignantly, "Waaah, you unfilial descendants, do you have no conscience? I am your ancestor, I have made great contributions to the human race. Just now you said you would be filial to me, but you turned around and refused to acknowledge me. You are unwilling to grant even the smallest wish. Isn't that too insincere?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Mo's lips twitched. He suddenly felt that he might have made the wrong choice. Should he have just pretended not to know about the identity of the Human Saint Master of the Secret Realm and skipped over the matter?

He then bowed helplessly and said, "Don't worry, Ancestor. Since we said we would honor you, we will not go back on our word. We will set up a memorial tablet for you later, publicize your achievements, and have people offer incense to you every day."

"As for other things, if you have any material needs, please feel free to ask. As long as it is within our power, we, the younger generation, will do our best to satisfy you. However, please remember, Ancestor, that we humans are not objects. Please do not make such requests. Moreover, it would not be good for your reputation. After all, if people knew that the former Holy Teacher of the Human Race was of such character, wouldn't that tarnish your prestige?"

Upon hearing this, the spirit of the secret realm hurriedly said, "I don't care about such reputation, I..."

Hearing such a shameless statement, Xu Mo's lips twitched, and he said, "No, as descendants of the human race, we have the responsibility and obligation to uphold your reputation, ancestor. You can just enjoy our filial piety in peace."

The spirit of the secret realm wanted to say something more, but Xu Mo didn't give him the chance and directly ordered Ou Fenjin and Xu Yaoyao to carry him out respectfully.

He felt that if the spirit of the secret realm continued to talk so much, it would never end. And most importantly, he was afraid that he might not be able to resist doing something outrageous.

No matter how eloquently the spirit of the secret realm spoke, Xu Mo genuinely acknowledged its past achievements. Perhaps the spirit of the secret realm believed that it was all thanks to Shennong Yandi Jiang Nian, which further highlighted Shennong Yandi's greatness. However, in Xu Mo's view, the spirit of the secret realm was equally great, and in fact, it was precisely because it lacked this awareness that its greatness was even more apparent.

Therefore, just as he said, now that he knows the contributions of the two ancestors, the Spirit of the Secret Realm and Emperor Shennong Jiang Nian, to the human race, Xu Mo naturally wants to record their deeds and spread them.

After all, in this era, even in the ancient world before the end of the Dharma era, the achievements of ancestors like Shennong and Yandi have been forgotten, which is a tragedy for the human race.

With this in mind, Xu Mo asked Wang Er, Ye Qingyue, and Liang Huanhuan to record what they had seen and to be responsible for publicizing this history that had been washed away by time.

Knowing Liang Huanhuan's personality, Xu Mo thought for a moment and decided to let Wang Er and Ye Qingyue be responsible for recording and compiling the history book. As for Liang Huanhuan, he would let her be responsible for making these things into a movie. After all, he was worried that Liang Huanhuan would find it boring if she were to compile the history book.

Sure enough, upon hearing that Xu Mo wanted her to make a movie, Liang Huanhuan was overjoyed. She waved her little fist and jumped up and down, saying, "Don't worry, junior brother, Huanhuan will definitely make a very good movie about the deeds of the two ancestors."

Seeing his expression, Xu Mo nodded slightly and then encouraged him, "I trust Senior Sister Huanhuan. In that case, I'll leave it to you."

Afterwards, Liang Huanhuan rushed out of the room with great enthusiasm to prepare for the movie, while Wang Er and Ye Qingyue also greeted Xu Mo and went to take charge of compiling the history book.

After everyone left, Xu Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, adjusted his mood, and then began to recall the last set of movements that Shennong Yandi Jiang Nian had performed.

At the same time, he compared the set of movements with the memory of the techniques from the "Shennong Herbal Classic" inherited from the Shennong Secret Realm.

He was absolutely certain that Shennong Yandi's last set of actions was for his benefit.

In other words, the scene where the other party stared blankly at the spirit of the secret realm after attaining enlightenment was very likely because it discovered itself and saw the future, knowing that the era it was in had entered the Dharma-ending Age. That's why it made the strange move of suddenly leaving after dividing the Nine Provinces, and then returning to do this whole thing for the spirit of the secret realm before sealing it away.

He speculated that the other party's sudden departure was to research the "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica" and the final set of movements, so as to leave him with clues to decipher the Dharma-ending Age.

Subsequently, when Xu Mo compared that strange set of movements with the "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica," he suddenly had a profound feeling. The "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica," which he had never understood before, seemed to have a mysterious and profound understanding.

However, this realization was very subtle, as if it were obscured by layers of fog, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

(End of this chapter)