Eat, eat, eat in the primordial world

"If the Three Ancestors think there's no problem, then that's fine. However, I do have a matter that I need the Three Ancestors' help to resolve. The art of papermaking is too simple; if any race were willing, they could easily deduce it."

Seeing that the three patriarchs did not object to his proposal, Jiang Yuan was also somewhat excited. However, he did not forget the main matter: solving the problem that papermaking techniques were easy to imitate.

There are no patent laws in the primordial world. Seeing how useful the Spirit Paper is, it's obvious that the powerful beings of all races will try to replicate it so that the human race won't have exclusive access to this benefit.

Can the powerful beings of all races replicate that? No need to ask. It doesn't require much technical skill. A Taiyi Golden Immortal only needs to glance at it to deduce most of it.

"This is simple. Write down the technique of papermaking and then enshrine it in the temple. In this way, all the secrets of this technique will be concealed, and even the most powerful diviners will be unable to calculate anything."

Upon hearing this, Sui Zu spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Oh, this..."

Jiang Yuan was stunned; he hadn't expected the solution to be so simple.

But he quickly realized that he had been prejudiced again. The primordial world had no patent laws, but it did have supernatural powers. Supernatural powers were more effective than any law.

If you simply conceal the secrets of something, then even if you place it in the most conspicuous position, no one will be able to recognize it.

Coincidentally, the Nuwa Temple, which is worshipped by the human race, has the ability to shield the secrets of heaven. By simply placing the art of papermaking into it, this art would become a unique skill of the human race.

At this point, even if outsiders had mastered the technique, let alone been able to deduce it, they still wouldn't be able to produce paper.

Because the sage forbids it!

That's right, that's how domineering sages are. If they don't want you to create something, even if you learn the method of creation, you still won't be able to create it.

"The abilities of the strong far exceed your imagination. You are good in every way, but you are too young, which means you have not cultivated for long enough and your cultivation level is low."

"When you become strong in the future, you will find that the problems you used to worry about are actually easy to solve, even if it means reversing time and changing the past."

Seeing Jiang Yuan's expression, Sui Zu couldn't help but laugh. This was the reason why he felt there was nothing wrong with Jiang Yuan; a young man's naiveté couldn't be faked.

Judging from Jiang Yuan's performance, he couldn't possibly be an old monster in disguise. He was definitely a young man who had just embarked on the path of cultivation, clueless and knowing nothing.

"Becoming stronger? I'm already trying."

Jiang Yuan was also helpless. Cultivation is a slow and steady process that requires time to mature, so no matter how hard he tried, he could not become a powerful expert overnight.

"Don't rush. In matters of cultivation, it's better to be slow than fast; haste makes waste."

Worried that Jiang Yuan might become obsessed with raising his cultivation level and neglect his foundation, Youchao reminded him. "This is the best prospect of the human race; we absolutely cannot allow anything to go wrong."

"Don't worry, Ancestor Chao, I cultivate the supreme Daoist scripture passed down by the Holy Mother. There will be no problem with my foundation."

Speaking of his foundation, Jiang Yuan never felt there would be any problems. His foundation was absolutely solid, as stable as Mount Buzhou.

"By the way, Master Zi, I have some new ideas about weaving recently. There is no need to be fixated on silkworm silk and spider silk. Animal fur and plant veins can also be used to weave cloth, and they are not necessarily inferior to silkworm silk."

Suddenly, Jiang Yuan remembered something and said it to Ziyi Shi. He hadn't forgotten that in later generations, besides silk, there were also all kinds of woolen yarn.

If animal hair can be spun into thread in later generations, it can be done in the prehistoric world as well. Moreover, spinning and weaving require tools in later generations, but not in the prehistoric world.

In an era where Taoist magic manifests its power, one can create corresponding Taoist magic and supernatural abilities according to one's own needs.

For example, papermaking was initially a skill. But with the success of papermaking, it was about to transform into a supernatural ability.

By simply touching the materials needed for papermaking, they can be instantly transformed into the corresponding spiritual paper. This is only the initial stage; in the later stages, no materials are even needed—just convert magical power directly.

The same principle applies to spinning and weaving; the Ziyi clan had already developed a special supernatural ability. By simply touching a silkworm pupa, it could instantly transform into strands of glistening silk.

Then, with a thought, one can either transform it into silk or, in one fell swoop, directly turn it into clothing. However, the latter is far more complex than the former, and not everyone can do it.

"Ah, you've reminded me. Although the coast of the East Sea lacks silkworms, it has no shortage of wild animals."

"Moreover, unlike silkworms, which only spin silk once in their lifetime, the fur on beasts can grow back after being cut, making it inexhaustible."

Ziyi was delighted, her mind suddenly opened up. As her words fell, merit gathered again in the sky, falling towards her, Jiang Yuan, and the piece of silk cloth.

Clothing can cover the body, protect against wind and cold, and instill a sense of shame, thus serving as a form of education. It is for this reason that the Ziyi clan previously taught their people to cover their bodies with animal skins and tree leaves to keep warm, and they thus gained merit.

Now, the advent of silk and wool has made clothing more perfect, enhancing its effects in all aspects. Therefore, Heaven has once again bestowed merit.

The merits are still not much, but they are endless. Over time, the amount becomes quite considerable, enough to rank among the top on the Primordial Merit List, if such a list exists.

"Yuan, although this silk cloth was woven by my own hands, it was at your suggestion that it was made, so you should name it."

Under the nourishment of merit, this piece of silk cloth successfully advanced to a low-grade acquired merit treasure, no longer an ordinary item, and it was time to give it a name.

After figuring out the reason for the appearance of this piece of silk cloth, Ziyi gave the naming rights to Jiang Yuan.

"Its color is dark yellow, and it has patterns resembling the heavens, so let's call it Dark Yellow Silk."

Jiang Yuan was terrible at naming things, so after a while, he came up with a rather simple name. Since there was the merit of Xuanhuang, then let's name him Xuanhuang.

"silk!"

"A very nice name!"

Ziyi praised Jiang Yuan, then tossed the black and yellow silk in his hand.

The next moment, the black and yellow silk began to change in mid-air. Before long, it turned into a black and yellow Taoist robe with yin and yang symbols, cloud and thunder patterns, sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers, plants and trees, and so on.

"This is the Taoist robe worn by Emperor Xi, a primordial divine robe. I thought the style was beautiful, so I imitated it with black and yellow silk. I am giving this to you now for protection."

Knowing that Jiang Yuan's cultivation level was low and fearing that he might encounter danger, Ziyi Shi directly gave him the Xuanhuang Silk, a treasure of merit.

Or perhaps, in Ziyi's view, this originally belonged to Jiang Yuan, and giving it to him now was simply returning it to its rightful owner.

"I dare not refuse the gift from the elder, and I thank the venerable monk."

Jiang Yuan has changed. He used to pretend to decline things, but now he accepts any treasures bestowed upon him by elders, regardless of their value.

"No need for thanks, this was originally yours," Ziyi said with a light laugh.