Volume 1, Chapter 64: The Golden Invitation of the Myriad Realms Pavilion of Delicacies!-Reencarnei como vilã, só quero ficar de boa, mas minha família é poderosa demais(Espere por mim com uma tigela de mingau.)

It was precisely the "Golden Invitation" left behind by the emissary.

"Huh, what is this?"

Gu Changsheng picked it up and flicked it with his finger, producing a crisp sound.

"Pretty rigid. The texture is not bad."

He glanced at the computer keyboard in his dream that had not yet vanished, in the cracks of which some potato chip crumbs were still lodged.

Thus, under the petrified, dumbfounded gazes of Old Fu, Ye Qingxian, and Ji Ruxue,

Gu Changsheng pinched that "Golden Invitation"—an object that would drive the master of any immortal dynasty across the heavens mad, representing supreme glory and opportunity—and cautiously used its corner to scrape away the... garbage in the keyboard cracks.

"Hmm, the size is just right, and the hardness is suitable. Truly a handy cleaning tool."

He nodded in satisfaction.

In this instant, the worldviews of the three completely collapsed, only to be reconstructed in a manner utterly beyond their comprehension.

Old Fu, Ye Qingxian, and Ji Ruxue stood frozen as if struck by a binding spell, motionless.

Their gazes were locked onto Gu Changsheng's hand, or rather, upon the cicada-wing-thin golden card pinched between those fingers.

The moment that card touched the keyboard cracks, the Dao hearts of the three emitted a simultaneous, mournful cry.

What was that?

That was the Golden Invitation of the "Myriad Realms Delicacy Pavilion"!

It was the supreme glory that countless immortal dynasties and supreme sects across the heavens dreamed of, yet could never attain! Rumor had it that the last entity to receive this invitation was three epochs ago, the primordial ancestor of alchemy who transformed his very body into a pill and enlightened three thousand great worlds.

The emergence of this item meant that the holder would become an honored guest at the "Eternal Tea Party," able to join the most ancient and mysterious beings in the Chaos Sea in tasting the universe's highest-grade "Dao" and "Flavor."

This was not merely an invitation; it was a supreme treasure condensed from the fundamental law of "Feasting." Worn upon the person, it could ward off the erosion of all Dharmas and eternally stabilize the soul. Any living being, even if they merely glanced at it, could comprehend a trace of the truth of the "Dao of Food," resulting in a massive surge in cultivation base.

Yet now...

This supreme treasure, condensing supreme glory and karmic opportunity, was being used by the Young Master to... scrape potato chip crumbs from the keyboard cracks.

Old Fu's mouth twitched. He felt as though his heart, which had long been as tranquil as an ancient well, was being repeatedly kneaded by an invisible giant hand. He wanted to say something, but he realized that any language in the face of this present scene was pale and powerless.

Should he remind the Young Master of the item's preciousness? No, with the Young Master's realm, how could he fail to see the essence of this card? He could see it, but he simply did not care. This "not caring" was the most terrifying part. It meant that in the Young Master's eyes, this supreme treasure—enough to drive Immortal Emperors mad—had as its greatest value the property of being "handy."

What an aloof and detached "view of artifacts" this was!

Ye Qingxian's delicate body trembled slightly. Her sword heart, which had long been honed to an incomparable sharpness, was currently tangled into a knot of hemp. She recalled the scene when she first laid eyes on that "Sword Dao Fence." She had once believed that was the ultimate "Dao" of the world, the end of the Sword Dao. But today she understood that the true ultimate was not pushing the "Dao" of an object to its limit, but entirely ignoring its "Dao" and taking only its "utility."

The Young Master was not using an invitation to scrape garbage.

In a manner she could not comprehend, he was displaying to her a broader and more unpretentious realm beyond the Sword Dao. All things could serve as artifacts, and all Daos could serve as utility. This was far more shocking than any sword manual or inheritance.

Ji Ruxue's fair face turned even paler, her soul in a trance. She had once been the lofty Empress of Yaochi, ruling over a sacred land and treating all the treasures of the world as playthings in her palm. Yet she considered her most extravagant act to be using divine gold and jade marrow to pave her sleeping chambers. Meanwhile, the Young Master was using "glory" itself to clean away "dust."

What kind of handwriting was this? What kind of realm was this?

She suddenly attained enlightenment.

The Young Master was not insulting this invitation; he was "enlightening" it!

The "Dao" of the invitation was "invitation," "appreciation," and standing high above. The "Dao" of "garbage" was "filth," "discarded," and dwelling in the lowly depths. The Young Master touched the supreme with the infinitesimal; this in itself was a kind of "balance," a kind of "re-creation"! He was telling this invitation, and telling the three of them: the true "Dao" possesses no distinction of high or low.

Having thought this through, Ji Ruxue's gaze toward Gu Changsheng instantly transformed from dumbfoundedness into fanatical worship.

"Hmm, not bad, it's all cleaned up." Gu Changsheng was extremely satisfied with the results of his manual labor. He looked at the renewed keyboard, then glanced at the Golden Invitation stained with a trace of "millennia-old grease," and casually prepared to toss it into the trash can.

"Young Master, hold on!" Old Fu finally snapped out of his petrified state, stepping forward with a forward lunge and respectfully extending both hands. "This item... is rather exquisite. Might this old servant put it away, wipe it clean for you, and keep it for future use?"

He simply could not bear to watch this object treated as waste and disposed of.

"Oh, go ahead then, it's just a broken card." Gu Changsheng nonchalantly tossed the invitation to Old Fu, then stretched lazily, flopped back down onto his chair, closed his eyes, and muttered, "Lying down is still the most comfortable, though I'm a bit thirsty..."

Old Fu, treating it as if he had obtained a supreme treasure, used the softest cloud brocade to carefully wrap up the Golden Invitation. He could sense that after being "used" in this manner by the Young Master, upon this invitation—aside from the original Dao principle of "Feasting"—there had now adhered a trace of... a trace of an indescribable yet all-surpassing "Profound Meaning of Lying Flat."

Merely perceiving this trace of profound meaning caused Old Fu to feel his cultivation bottleneck faintly showing signs of loosening.

Suppressing his inner ecstasy and shock, he exchanged a glance with Ye Qingxian and Ji Ruxue, and the three silently retreated from the small courtyard.

...

Meanwhile, deep within the Chaos Sea, inside the "Myriad Realms Delicacy Pavilion."

The bruised and battered emissary knelt before the Pavilion Master—composed entirely of flowing light and fragrance—tremblingly reporting his encounter.

"Pavilion Master... this subordinate is incompetent... That existence, he... he seemed to harbor immense... malice toward the act of 'invitation.' My 'Emissary Dao,' before the will of that existence, was... defined as 'harassment,' and I was nearly Dao-ified on the spot!"

Absolute silence reigned within the pavilion, and every member felt utterly incomprehensible awe.

"Invitation" was goodwill, etiquette, and a bridge of communication. How could anyone harbor such intense hostility toward such a concept?

Only the Pavilion Master upon the main seat, that mass of light and shadow, after a long silence, let out a lingering sigh filled with boundless emotion.

"We... were all wrong."

"That lord did not harbor malice toward 'invitation,'" the Pavilion Master's voice carried a trace of pilgrimage-like piety. "He was appreciating it! He was using his own method to appreciate the concept of 'invitation' itself!"

"Ap... Appreciating it?" The emissary was dazed.

"Indeed," the Pavilion Master stated slowly. "When we appreciate fine food, we use our mouths and tongues, appreciating color, aroma, and taste. But that lord, he appreciates the 'Dao'! He believes that the act of 'invitation' inherently carries an attribute of 'imposing upon others,' destroying the original 'purity' and 'ease' of the one being invited. Therefore, he dislikes it. And his 'dislike' transformed into a new rule of the universe, negating your 'Dao.'"