Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

The next day, Hu San, who hadn't slept all night, arrived. Soon after, Rong Si and the others also started to arrive.

It's clear that everyone is very enthusiastic about the cultural performance.

The crowd stared in silence at Ye Xiaozhou's lifeless body, eyes wide open in disbelief. Hu San asked hesitantly:

"Why did she just leave like that?"

Zhu Wuyao said:

"Life is unpredictable; there will always be some people who leave without warning."

She hadn't expected Ye Xiaozhou to be so decisive.

This morning, as soon as Zhu Wuyao opened her eyes, she was met with Ye Xiaozhou's wide-open, blank eyes, which startled her awake immediately.

Then, she sensed the familiar spiritual energy in her dantian, indicating that she had reached the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

I haven't felt this powerful in a long time.

Once she regained her senses, she noticed something on her forehead. She wiped it with her finger and found it was red blood.

Zhu Wuyao suddenly realized that having Ye Xiaozhou's blood on his hands meant he could ignore the suppression of spiritual power by the small cave heaven.

"We were friends after all, how about cremation?"

Upon hearing Hu San's suggestion, Zhu Wuyao nodded in agreement. Otherwise, if Ye Xiaozhou No. 2 were left here, someone would inevitably want to come up and taste it.

If they find out it's fake and start complaining that the picture doesn't match the real thing, that would be bad.

At Ye Xiaozhou's funeral.

It took a lot of effort to find enough fuel to start the fire. She might be the only person in decades to hold such a luxurious cremation in a mine.

Sister Rong looked at Ye Xiaozhou, whose eyes were still open in the flames, and said:

"She's gone, are you alright now?"

This is asking Zhu Wuyao if he can use spiritual power.

"I'm fine."

Rong Si continued:

"Why are you still speaking so loudly? Silence should be observed at a funeral."

This is asking why Zhu Wuyao doesn't use telepathy.

She understood, of course, and after a moment of silence, said:

"Back then, I was a Foundation Establishment cultivator when I entered this world, but now I've fallen to this state."

The unspoken implication was—surprised? I'm only at the Foundation Establishment stage; I don't yet know advanced techniques like telepathy.

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the people around him all turned to look at him.

Zhu Wuyao continued:

"Don't worry, I have a lot of experience in cultural performances."

She never lies; if she says she has experience with cultural performances, then she has experience with cultural performances.

Before she traveled through time, she had worked as a sponsor, a host, and even wrote articles for running athletes. She also rented dresses and arranged the process for going on stage.

She has plenty of experience in performing arts shows.

However, Zhu Wuyao never said that she had experience in rebellion.

But the crowd clearly didn't understand her confident promise; while they were worried, they couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

Thus, the mine's first arts and culture performance officially entered the preparation stage.

Zhu Wuyao has a map of this mine.

She quickly planned the location of the "stage" and began collecting different kinds of minerals.

In her previous life, she was a scientific researcher.

After arriving in the world of cultivation, Zhu Wuyao once thought of creating something like hand grenades using his mathematical and physical knowledge because he couldn't afford a fireball.

Perhaps I can even earn some spirit stones.

But who knew that the laws of physics were different in these two worlds?

Some substances have the same properties as the world she originally lived in, but others simply don't produce the expected reactions.

Even with a strong grasp of math, physics, and chemistry, progress in this other world remains incredibly difficult.

Zhu Wuyao is not a genius after all, so asking her to start a field of study from scratch is really asking too much of her.

But now, she is the only one in the mine with spiritual power.

If they encounter any sudden and major event, those people will not even have the ability to protect themselves.

Therefore, while arranging the cultural performance, Zhu Wuyao began to diligently engage in scientific research.

After a day and a night of seclusion.

The good news is—it was a success.

The bad news is, it was only half successful.

She stared at the object in her hand, lost in thought. It would explode when exposed to fire, but the force of the explosion would be equivalent to a cup shattering.

It has absolutely no lethality.

Due to limited conditions inside the mine, it was impossible to create an oxygen-deficient environment. Furthermore, the fuel inside was too sparse, and the combustion speed and temperature did not reach the ideal values, making it impossible to cause a high-pressure explosion at the moment of ignition.

In addition, the outer shell material cannot be so hard that it cannot be cut. Therefore, the material used will not produce fragments even if it explodes.

This was still the result of Zhu Wuyao using his spiritual power to cheat and make the outer shell more airtight.

Zhu Wuyao couldn't help but start to question himself, wondering if he had wasted another whole day.

The passage of time made her somewhat anxious.

Looking at the dozen or so not-quite-round spheres, Zhu Wuyao, with practice, made about twenty more.

She found Hu San and said:

"I want to know your body-refining techniques."

It was only at this point that Hu Sancai truly grasped the meaning of "rebellion".

This statement seemed to bring him back to the outside world, where he would once again fight for cultivation techniques and elixirs.

He hadn't discussed matters between monks with anyone for a long time.

Now, when someone asks him about his body-refining techniques, it feels like a lifetime ago.

Only those who have a future and the confidence to go out into the world need to covet the skills of others.

He smiled and said:

"If we were outside, a junior like you in the Foundation Establishment stage would have been kicked flying two mountains away long ago if you dared to treat me like this and directly ask me for body refining techniques."

"However, here, even the best martial arts technique is no match for a bite of meat."

“My cultivation method is not suitable for you. I know Sister Mu’s body-refining technique. Before she left, she was still thinking about taking on a disciple…”

Zhu Wuyao asked, "What is my master's full name? If I have the chance, I would like to offer her a longevity tablet."

As soon as he said this, Hu San laughed, seemingly very satisfied.

He patted Zhu Wuyao on the shoulder and said:

"Sister Mu's real name is Mu Changying. She had just entered the martial arts world and was poised for great success, but ended up in this place."

"But she's the kind of person who stirs up trouble wherever she goes."

"You brought paper and pen, right? I'll draw it for you. If you have the chance, you can make a proper scroll and hang it behind the memorial tablet."

Zhu Wuyao readily handed over the Xuan paper and charcoal pencil.

Judging from the way Hu San held the pen, he probably didn't know anything about calligraphy or painting.

He can only draw Mu Changying.

Hu San seemed to admire this Sister Mu very much. The drawing he made of Sister Mu only showed her outline, as if he knew that his drawing skills were not good.

In the painting, Mu Changying stands on a black rock, tall and straight, waving his arms as if he is saying something.

A large crowd of people stood below.

Only Mu Changying was tall and spirited, with messy black hair and wearing tattered short clothes.

He hesitated for a long time but still didn't paint Mu Changying's eyes.

He simply held the pen and said:

"You can imagine her eyes, right? They're like they're always burning with flames, so fierce and powerful, you know?"

“I’ve seen her eyes, so I don’t believe you when you say it’s a rebellion.”

"You don't have her ruthlessness, nor her overwhelming hatred."

Zhu Wuyao suddenly fell silent.