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Three days in Heaven are but a fleeting moment for mortals.

But for the immortals who are currently in a "gap period," these three days are longer than the previous three Yuanhui (a unit of time in Chinese astrology).

There is no news of Chen Xi.

No new links were found.

The interface called "Heavenly Court Communication Group" was as quiet as an ancient tomb that no one had visited.

This deathly silence is even more maddening than the chaotic void without any signal.

But this is just appearance.

Beneath the still surface of the lake, the undercurrents had long since coalesced into towering waves.

Outside the South Heavenly Gate.

This usually deserted place, where no one passes by except for the gatekeepers, is now filled with all sorts of deities.

They are not here to conduct official business, nor are they here to undergo tribulations in the mortal realm.

They came to "smell the scent".

A soldier who had just been relieved of his post, named Zhao Xiaoliu, was hurrying along with his head down.

He was clutching a bulging pocket tightly in his arms, as if protecting some priceless book.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by.

Several figures blocked his way.

"Little Six, why are you running?"

The one speaking was the Barefoot Immortal, a veteran who usually looked down on everyone except the Jade Emperor.

At this moment, the old man was twitching his bulbous nose, his eyes gleaming with a hungry, greenish light.

"This taste...is not right."

The Barefoot Immortal took a deep breath, a look of rapture on his face.

"It's not the scent of a hundred flowers, it's not sandalwood, it's a... sweet fragrance with a milky note!"

"It's like the meadow in early spring, and it smells like the warmth of a mother's embrace."

Zhao Xiaoliu trembled in fright and instinctively took a half step back.

"Great...Great Immortal, I must return to report..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Giant Spirit God squeezed out from behind Barefoot Immortal, his huge face almost touching Zhao Xiaoliu's.

"Is it 'Yu Meijing'? Or that magical product called 'Da Bao'?"

"I saw it! You traded a basket of spirit peach pits for a bag of them in the group chat three days ago!"

Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Zhao Xiaoliu could only tremblingly pull out a small pink bag from his bosom.

It's already been squeezed flat.

But this did not prevent the rich, cheap, yet incredibly precious fragrance from spreading instantly.

"hiss--"

A collective gasp of breath rose from the surrounding area.

That longing, that greed, that restlessness of unfulfilled desire, reached its peak at this moment.

"I'll offer you a Mind-Concentrating Pill in exchange for your last bit of resources!"

"Get lost! The Mind-Concentrating Pill is nothing! Little Six, I have a demonic sword I seized from the last Immortal-Demon War. Take it and cut some fruit!"

"I'll give you three hundred years of cultivation! Just let me smell it! Just one whiff!"

Zhao Xiaoliu watched as these usually aloof immortals nearly came to blows over a few grams of mortal children's cream.

He suddenly straightened his back.

Just yesterday, that fairy named Caiyun, who usually wouldn't even glance at him.

Because he applied this "Yu Mei Jing" product, when he passed by, Fairy Caiyun actually turned around and looked at him for a full three breaths!

He also asked, "Why do you have such a reassuring scent about you?"

At that moment, Zhao Xiaoliu felt that even if he offended all the big shots in the Heavenly Court, he could not hand over this bag of things.

This is dignity.

This is the hope for the underdog to rise up.

"My fellow immortals, please have some self-respect."

Zhao Xiaoliu gritted his teeth, stuffed the pink bag back into his arms, and placed it close to his heart.

"As Chen Qunzhu said, this is the dignity that the mortal world gives us."

"I'm sorry, I cannot comply!"

After saying that, taking advantage of the moment when the immortals were stunned, he transformed into a streak of light and fled for his life.

Only a group of immortals remained, staring at each other, their eyes burning with envy.

And in the mortal realm below the Nine Heavens.

Base 001, a top-secret underground workshop.

The atmosphere here is completely different.

There was no noise, only a breathtaking focus and solemnity.

Chen Xi stood outside a huge dust cover, holding a chipped enamel mug in his hand.

His gaze, through a specially made magnifying glass, fell on the specially made mahogany square table.

Li Guobang stood beside him, a cigarette that had long since been extinguished between his fingers, barely daring to breathe.

"Old Chen, is this the... ultimate weapon you were talking about?"

Li Guobang looked at the white cubes, each only the size of a fingernail, yet radiating a warm luster.

There are a total of 144 sheets.

Each piece is cut from the finest mutton fat jade.

That's not even the scariest part.

The most terrifying thing is the carving on the back.

Under a microscope, it's not a simple pattern.

That's a star map.

It is the oldest and most mysterious chart of the Twenty-Eight Mansions observed by ancient Chinese astronomers.

Each star is inlaid with gold threads finer than a human hair using nanoscale micro-carving technology.

On the front, the characters "万", "筒", and "条" are filled in with cinnabar and lapis lazuli powder.

Red like blood, blue like the sea, green like a bamboo forest in spring.

Under the illumination of the shadowless lamp, the mahjong set seemed to come alive, exuding a dazzling and enchanting beauty.

"Old Li, your perspective is still limited."

Chen Xi gently blew away the foam on the surface of the teacup, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"In your eyes, this is mahjong, a gambling tool, something for old ladies to kill time."

"But in the eyes of those gods who have lived for tens of thousands of years and are so bored that they want to commit suicide."

Chen Xi put down his teacup, stretched out his finger, and lightly touched the "Get Rich" sign through the glass.

"This is the Way."

"It's a variable."

"It is a secret of heaven that even a sage could not fathom..."

Li Guobang swallowed hard.

Although he didn't understand any of the philosophical concepts, he knew the cost of this hand of cards.

This piece of Hetian jade alone is a top-quality item that has been sealed in the national treasury for fifty years.

In addition, these dozen or so national treasure-level micro-carving masters worked tirelessly for three whole days, their eyes bloodshot from exhaustion.

If we can't get something decent in return...

"But...will they buy it?"

Li Guobang was still a bit uneasy.

"After all, there's not much spiritual energy fluctuation here. Compared to those divine artifacts, it's still a bit lacking, isn't it?"

Chen Xi turned around and looked at the old general, whose face was full of worry.

The smile in his eyes gradually deepened, even taking on a hint of fox-like cunning.

"Old Li, you need to understand one thing."

"Divine artifacts? They have plenty."

"Spiritual power? They have too much of it for nothing."

What they lack is a heartbeat.

Chen Xi pointed to his chest.

"It's that kind of unknown thrill—you never know what card you'll get next, or whether you can win..."

"For an omniscient and omnipotent God."

"The unknown is the most expensive luxury."

at the same time.

The highest level of the Heavenly Court is the Jade Void Palace.

Clouds and mist swirl around, and cranes cry out.

An old man dressed in a yin-yang Taoist robe was sitting cross-legged on a cloud bed.

He was the leader of the Chan Sect, Yuanshi Tianzun.

At this moment, a Go endgame was laid out in front of him.

He has been playing this game of chess with himself for 30,000 years.

Black and white pieces, densely packed, yet a stagnant pool.

Every step he took was calculated, and the position of every piece he placed was predetermined thousands of years ago.

uninteresting.

A tedium that seeps into your very bones.

Yuanshi Tianzun sighed and casually tossed a white piece back into the chess box.

"clatter."

The voice was clear and crisp, yet it could not awaken the lifeless Dao Palace.

"The way of Heaven is constant, and all things return to one."

"But why are these days... so hard to bear?"

He picked up the jade slip beside him, which contained scriptures offered by mortals.

I glanced at it twice and then threw it away.

It's all just sycophantic nonsense.

Just then.

A golden light shattered the tranquility of Jade Void Palace.

That was his personal cell phone, and also the only magical artifact that allowed him to contact the mortal named "Chen Xi".

A notification sound plays.

[Chen Xi]: Dear seniors, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

The eyes of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, which had been as calm as still water, suddenly lit up.

It was a long-lost sense of anticipation, like a child waiting to unwrap a present.

"Finally...is it here?"

He didn't use his magic to spy on it; instead, like a mortal, he reached out somewhat eagerly and lit up the screen.

This moment.

It's not just Yuxu Palace.

Biyou Palace, Doushuai Palace, and even the Great Thunder Temple in the West.

Countless eyes lit up at the same time.

The still water rippled slightly.

A storm is brewing.