Fusion

After eating and drinking their fill.

The members representing Daoism's three lineages sincerely praised Yun Zhongzi's cooking, deciding that once they returned to their respective cultivation grounds, they would definitely spread the word about his exquisite culinary skills.

As for that idea of theirs.

If Yun Zhongzi found out, he would surely have something deeply moving to say—thank you.

Zhou Qingqing naturally did not care about such things.

To her, it was a good thing for mighty Daoism to have a little more worldly warmth. Cultivating the Great Dao was certainly important, but everyone also needed time to slow down and unwind.

Her eyes flickered.

Sure enough, she turned her gaze toward Gold Horn, Silver Horn, and the Green Ox.

I absolutely have to make these two carry out the "when the twin horns march forth, not a blade of grass remains" routine.

They are both furnace attendants to my eldest master. With a single command from me, they would naturally obediently do it, but that would be far too boring.

And now there's also the Green Ox. I need to make them do all this willingly.

Mount Shouyang.

Eight Views Palace.

Supreme Pure Laozi smiled.

Qingqing was usually quite particular and forthright in her actions.

And she was the same now.

All beneath Saints were ants.

In truth, they all thought so as well.

But under Qingqing's influence, this notion had faded considerably.

Zhou Qingqing pondered carefully.

If the twin horns march forth, should I teach them a Fusion Dao technique? If I include the ox horn, it can become three horns marching forth.

Since they are all horns, they should be able to empathize with each other, right?

That was far too empathetic.

Supreme Pure Laozi was dumbfounded.

However.

His Green Ox did indeed have horns. That was