Tianshi Mansion.

The contemporary Tianshi, Zhang Ruosu, is currently in seclusion for cultivation.

Wearing a simple Daoist robe, he sits cross-legged on a cushion in the room. All other things are placed outside and taken care of by his disciples, as it is the habit of the old Tianshi. Although he doesn't have the airs of an elder in his daily life and is very amiable, he sets aside special time every month for cultivation.

Cultivate during cultivation, cultivate the heart during daily life.

He is not a disciple of the Zhang family.

He changed his surname to Zhang later on.

This means that he surpasses all the disciples of his generation, even the direct line of the Zhang family. He has been accepted into the sect and will become the next Tianshi. This shows his hard work. In front of his miscellaneous items, a young Daoist sits in meditation. Suddenly, his phone flashes.

The young man is surprised and reaches out to open his phone. He has been entrusted with the Tianshi's affairs for this period of time, so as not to miss any important messages.

It is a message from an account called "Guanyu".

Guanyu, is this a fellow Daoist of the master?

A strange title.

The young Daoist curiously thinks, "Zhang Daoist, I have obtained the soul fragment of Boqi, but unfortunately the previous imprint has been depleted. Also, if Tianshi Mansion has the ability, please pay attention to the changes around Huai Shui Turtle Mountain."

This is obviously the tone of conversation between peers.

Indeed, it is a senior who is over a hundred years old.

Zhang Yuan suddenly realizes that he shouldn't reply to the message on behalf of the master. He silently takes note of these matters and then finds the senior disciple on duty in the hall. He bows and says, "Senior Brother, a Daoist friend named Guanyu has sent a message to the master, asking us to pay attention to the changes around Huai Shui Turtle Mountain."

"Huai Shui Turtle Mountain?"

The Daoist is surprised and asks, "That place has been unchanged for nearly a hundred years. Why mention it suddenly?"

Zhang Yuan is also puzzled and shakes his head, saying, "I don't know either. But since it is a Daoist friend of the master, it must be a senior who has noticed something unusual in the mortal world and sent a message to the master. The master is currently in seclusion, so it should be us who go and investigate."

After a moment of contemplation, the Daoist on duty nods slowly and says, "You're right."

"I will send a disciple with a magical tool to investigate."

After giving the instructions, the Daoist on duty observes the water system with the magical tool of Tianshi Mansion and also uses the heavenly stars to divine, but still doesn't notice anything different. He shakes his head, feeling strange in his heart, but can only temporarily put this matter aside.

Perhaps this matter is just an agreement between the senior called Guanyu and the master.

We younger generations cannot understand the profound meaning behind it.

He touches his graying beard and sighs.

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Wei Yuan stops at a pottery studio in Quan City.

He had a nightmare last night and couldn't sleep anyway. He wants to try if he can weaken the influence left on him by the Abyss through some efforts. Pottery is definitely the best choice. But when he arrives, he finds that it is either a coincidence or it is just like that, all the more than twenty people attending the class today are young and fashionable girls.

He is the only male.

Those young and beautiful girls look at him curiously. The teacher is a mature and gentle woman in her thirties, with an elegant temperament. She simply ties her hair into a ponytail, looks at Wei Yuan in surprise, then smiles and nods, inviting him to sit down. She takes out a sample and introduces:

"Today, we will teach everyone how to make a vase with pottery, which is simple and practical. After it is completely finished, you can take it home and use it for flower arrangement or simply as a decoration."

Wei Yuan looks at the sample, which is a very common type of pottery. Compared to those who are good at sketching, he should be familiar with this kind of thing. After the teacher's brief introduction, she starts to teach some basic pottery techniques, followed by free creation.

Each person has their own workbench, which is equipped with many tools, such as a pottery wheel, a turntable, and various cutting and hollowing tools. It looks very professional.

Wei Yuan listens carefully and doesn't miss a word. With his current control over his body, he can easily complete these not-so-complicated techniques. But when he actually starts, he forgets everything he heard in the class and all the modern pottery techniques.

His body moves ahead of his mind.

Yu Xuesong walks among the students, correcting some common mistakes.

Even though it is just an experience class for online shopping, she is still attentive and serious.

Although most people come here just to experience pottery as a hobby and won't come for a second time, the content taught today is basic, and with the complete set of tools, it is easy to achieve results.

Even though there may be various flaws and problems, at least it looks like a pottery. It gives a sense of accomplishment, which is enough. This sense of accomplishment can leave a part of the people to come for a second experience, and a small number of people will truly develop an interest in pottery. Perhaps this is the value of this job beyond money.

Pottery and pottery vessels have accompanied people for a long time.

But now they have gradually disappeared from most people's lives.

As a pottery worker, Yu Xuesong still feels a bit melancholy about this, and she points out a loophole made by a girl. Suddenly, she hears an exclamation of surprise and subconsciously turns her head to look at the only male student sitting at the edge.

Then her eyes widen.

Pottery has gone through a long period of development over the years, and in modern times, it has many auxiliary tools. But she sees that the young man who came to experience pottery has given up those tools and only used a fast wheel to shape the clay. A pottery appears naturally and smoothly in his hands, and then he uses his fingers to refine and carve patterns.His hands were steady, so steady that it was terrifying in her eyes.

Every movement was calm and unhurried, without any superfluous actions, almost like an art form.

The young man making pottery was completely focused, meticulous in every detail.

Yu Xuesong was somewhat entranced. For a moment, she felt as if she was seeing her old teacher, the gentleman who had devoted his life to pottery. He was equally meticulous, equally focused and gentle. No, it was more than that. Yu Xuesong had a vague realization in her heart that she hardly dared to believe.

It was as if in front of this young man, even her respected elder seemed to pale in comparison.

It was as if he was one of those legendary grandmasters.

But he was still so young...

She subconsciously covered her mouth, not allowing herself to gasp and disturb him.

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What appeared in his hands was a simple yet ancient piece of pottery. Unlike the ones on display, this piece had a strong and primitive style, possessing a striking aesthetic appeal. Whether it was the curvature or the patterns on it, everything was extremely natural, as if it had formed naturally, exuding a sense of mystery different from this era.

It was almost like a piece of art.

She couldn't help but want to speak, but suddenly noticed that the young man was staring blankly at the pottery.

Tears were streaming down his face.

Wei Yuan looked at the pottery that had almost naturally appeared in his hands. A sadness that he himself couldn't describe suddenly surfaced, tears uncontrollably welled up in his eyes, followed by a daze. When he came back to his senses, he wiped his tears with his sleeve.

Suddenly, he heard the click of a camera shutter. Wei Yuan turned his head to see Yu Xuesong had taken a picture of his pottery. She smiled awkwardly and said, "…This is really beautiful, and it seems to be in a very ancient style. You're not a beginner, are you?"

Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, then smiled and replied, "I suppose so."

He stared at the pottery, as if seeing his own youth and old age.

It was normal for Yu Xuesong to feel that her teacher couldn't compare. People of this era only treated pottery as a hobby, but in the divine era, it was his life...

Wei Yuan suddenly reached out and smashed the pottery he had just made.

Yu Xuesong was startled, then looked at the pottery with some regret. Wei Yuan took a deep breath. He had originally planned to give the pottery to Jue as a vase once it was finished, but now it didn't seem appropriate. He wasn't ready to reveal certain things yet.

Wei Yuan stood up to say goodbye, left a five-star review, and then left the pottery studio.

Looking at the sunlight outside, he pursed his lips. The memories and experiences of his past life were causing him quite a bit of trouble, and it was obviously more serious than he had imagined.

Through meditation and cultivation, he should be able to lessen this impact, but Wei Yuan felt that he might need to see a psychologist.

After returning to the museum, he turned on his computer and revisited the website of the largest mental hospital in Jiangnan Road.

He clicked on the appointment section, consulted with customer service, and after carefully comparing the cost-effectiveness and online patient reviews, Wei Yuan chose a highly talented doctor who had studied abroad and graduated from a prestigious school as his psychologist, and made an appointment.

Although the hospital was in Ying Tianfu, modern transportation was very developed.

So it wasn't too much of a hassle.

Soon, Wei Yuan received a text message confirming his appointment. He looked at the doctor's photo on the website. She was a young woman with short hair and a gentle and pretty face. Her expression and smile gave people a sense of peace.

Her name was Wang Qi.

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After work, Yu Xuesong sent off the last group of students.

She sat down exhaustedly to rest, played with her phone for a while, and suddenly remembered the young man she had met today and his obviously antique-style pottery. Finding it novel, she posted the photo in her class group chat.

Actually, she had studied sculpture art at the Academy of Fine Arts for her undergraduate degree before switching to pottery.

After graduation, her classmates rarely chatted in the group. She waited eagerly for a while, but there was no response. Sighing at how relationships had faded after graduation, she didn't pay much attention to it. She packed up her things and went home, took a bath, and was lazily lying on the sofa when her phone screen flashed twice.

It was from the respected old professor in her memory.

"Who made this?"

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