It appears that the process of merging the merits of opening the sky and condensing the speed of the path of time is very fast, but actually Deng ChanYu also spent half a year.
By her current level, with a slight cultivation and so-called "soaring to the void", several years have passed in a few years, and it is already considered a miracle to have only half a year.
There's no hurry to send warmth to Yunfeng, nor is there an urgent need to send the demon god's head to Mengpo. At least Mengpo didn't say it was a matter of extreme urgency. Thinking that it had been a long time since she last saw her beloved daughter, Deng Chanyu left the seal area and returned to Mount Emei.
As Deng Chanyu stepped through the main gate, she saw Nezha demonstrating the soup-making skills he had learned during his "advanced study" in the Underworld. Muzha was also there, and the scene was a warm and respectful one of brotherly friendship.
"Come, second brother, try this soup prepared with my heartfelt intentions!" Nezha held a bowl of soup in both hands, looking serious.
Muzha was hesitating a bit. Goodness gracious, a big bowl of green soup, can he really drink it? His name has a wood character, and his cultivation also belongs to the wood attribute Dharma method. But if he encounters exotic poison, he won't be able to bear it either.
Daji and Xiao Wu, along with everyone else, were laughing and watching from a distance.
Muzha's face showed a difficult expression. He wanted to refuse, but it would hurt the bond between brothers. He also didn't want to drink it, as he feared death.
When he hesitated, he saw Deng Chanyu entering, taking a few steps, and his heart was filled with joy.
"Uncle? Where is everyone?" He looked again and found that there was no trace of him in sight, as if he had never appeared at all.
Muzha subconsciously cupped his fingers and calculated, only to find that the result was that Deng Chanyu had never returned since she left, which was impossible. Had he really seen her with his own eyes, was it all just a dream?
At that moment, Deng Chanyu was standing next to Daji. She confused her own time and jumped back in time to a point of only one cup of tea before, at which time she was still at the seal area. She hadn't really returned yet.
Daji looked at her several times, feeling intuitively that there was something amiss, but she couldn't pinpoint where the problem lay.
Deng Chanyu pouted: "Nezha has returned from his studies?"
Mentioning this, Daji couldn't help but smile, "He's been back for two months."
She hesitated for a moment, realizing that Nezha wasn't her disciple and it would be inappropriate to speak too harshly. However, to let Deng Chanyu know the real level of her own disciples, she summarized her words: "Well, there is still a lot of room for improvement."
Deng Chanyu understood. This meant that Nezha's level of cooking soup was still at the bottom of the valley.
Preparing medicinal soup is a highly ancient craft. Before it became widely known in the principles of Yin-Yang, Five Elements, and the cultivation of precious herbs had not yet emerged, the gods knew very little about all things in the Primordial Chaos. To better absorb the spiritual essence of materials, they had to boil medicinal soups.
Indeed, it is somewhat conservative, but it ensures the basic medicinal effect. It can be said to be a characteristic of an era.
For Deng Chanyu, the art of preparing medicinal soups is a relatively rare skill. She is a typical pragmatist who does not get caught up in which technique is more advanced between alchemy and soup-making. To her, what is practical is the best.
In the end, Muzha didn't drink down his brother's heartfelt intentions, found an excuse, and rushed away hurriedly. He didn't even return to the Venerable Bodhisattva's temple and went straight to Potalaka Mountain in the South Sea.
Nezha seemed to realize there was a problem with his cooking soup skills as well, so he came to Daji for advice.
Daji possesses the skill of cooking soup, but since Mengpo had not given her approval, she was not in a position to teach it.
She heard that they would be teaching on the spot, and this did not involve any secrets passed down by sages, so Deng Chanyu followed over to watch.
Daji said solemnly, "The art of cooking soup that grandma mastered is just one word, simmer. It's different from the Daoist School that pays so much attention to various techniques and rules. What she emphasizes is just going with the flow."
Her opening remarks were simple.
Knowing that his wife was watching him, Deng Chanyu quickly nodded.
Under Daji's control, a large amount of medicinal materials were mixed together in a short time. It looked thick and sticky, completely unknown what it was.
Xiao Wu whispered, "Dad, is this drinkable?"
Deng Chanyu wasn't clear if it was a success or failure. She estimated that Yunfeng could drink it, but others might not be able to.
"Can do!" She said decisively.
Xiao Wu directly contradicted him, feeling some dissatisfaction and asked, "Dad, did you really understand it? Mom used to tell Master Li that making medicinal soups also requires attention to fire and various ingredient selection. I don't believe you can understand it just by looking at it!"
Deng Chanyu spoke with great conviction, "I really understood it. You need to fully grasp the wonderful feeling of the big pot boiling with white smoke and emitting a waft of fragrance from time to time. This liquid flowing into your blood vessels is so heart-thrilling that you should immerse yourself in the experience, because your medicinal soup can enhance reputation, create glory, and even prevent death."
Daji gave a piercing critique: "All that is just nonsense, not a single word of truth."
Deng Chanyu felt a bit embarrassed.
Xiao Wu covered his mouth and giggled uncontrollably
As an "important" member in the creation of heaven and earth, Deng Chanyu's importance in the Primordial World has greatly increased.
With a celestial status that is incomparable, as a disciple of a sage and carrying the Celestial Purple Energy of the Hongmeng World, Deng Chanyu doesn't need to rely on these blessings herself. Immediately, numerous blessings followed her avatar and flowed towards it according to the direction of her thoughts.
Yueguang Laicai retreated into the Buddhist monastic community, uncontaminated by worldly affairs. No matter how wealthy it was, it had nothing to do with her.
In the end, all the blessings landed on the phoenix's head.
The phoenix has the destiny to fully bear this fortune, and even this fortune cannot fill up her own celestial status.
A small move sets off a huge reaction.
The phoenix, practicing on the Primordial Wutong Tree, suddenly opened its eyes. The destiny has already unfolded; the Northern Dipper Star, which should have appeared in several hundred years, emerged prematurely.
This means that the position of the Emperor of the Northern Dipper in the sky is about to be passed down, and she currently has no competitors. It is only a matter of course to seize this throne.
"Old buddy, I need to go out for a while. Sigh, if the Primordial World had no lonely one, how many would be emperors and how many kings? My public affairs are very busy, and when I return, I don't know when it will be." Phoenix sighed to the Primordial Wutong Tree. She wanted to undergo metamorphosis again but had to wait until Deng Chanyu achieved the mixed realm of origin before she could do so.
The Wutong tree waved its branches, indicating that she shouldn't waste it anymore; she should leave quickly!
The phoenix offered an official position to the nine golden eagles with their greatly increased spiritual nature: "If successful, you all can be promoted and gain higher titles!"
Even after years of deep cultivation, her subordinates are still scarce.
In the original time and space, Bo Yincao relied on Heaven and was a mere employee. All his officials were assigned to him by Heaven, so he didn't have to worry about it.
To assemble a full complement of officials for the Emperor of the Northern Dipper, Phoenix needed to rely on her own connections. At that time, anyone who was willing to go with her would be taken along. Naturally, people like the nine golden eagles from her old residence would come along. If they're not good at managing things, that's okay. The most important thing is to secure the slots, and the tasks can be delegated to temporary workers from a third party.
The phoenix left the Tai Su Heaven and returned to the celestial court.
Succession is something that should be done in a proper and straightforward manner, with nothing to hide. She needs to return and gather her army, then march on the Purple Star!
