His Home Was Raided

"Little sister?"

Fuxi hurried as fast as he could and finally returned to the cultivation grounds he shared with Nuwa, only to find them eerily quiet.

His heart sank. He raised a hand instinctively and began calculating Nuwa's whereabouts.

He and Nuwa were brother and sister, bound by blood and tied together by the deepest karma. Whenever she was in danger, he was usually the first to sense it, and calculating her location was the simplest thing for him to do.

But this time was different. The secrets of heaven were a mass of chaos, and he actually couldn't work it out.

Yet this wasn't because the secrets of heaven had been blocked.

Fuxi's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition rose within him.

He had felt the same way when he tried to calculate Xiang Dong's fate before. Even with Xiang Dong standing right in front of him, his realm and strength far below Fuxi's own, Fuxi had found it difficult to calculate anything.

Xiang Dong was like a ball of light, shining brightly right there, yet impossible to look at directly and see clearly. Now his sister's karma was in the same state, blurred and indistinct.

This was bad.

Fuxi flashed forward, rushing straight to the spirit field.

During this time, whenever Nuwa wasn't cultivating, she tended to the Spirit Roots in the spirit field.

His sister liked these things, and Fuxi had nothing to say against it. How nice it was to have some peace and quiet.

"Little sister!"

Fuxi called out urgently, but once again, only silence answered him.

The spirit field was unchanged, its Spirit Roots swaying.

But the figure he cared about most was gone.

His Divine Sense swept the area again and again, but he couldn't sense the slightest trace of Nuwa.

Still, his search wasn't entirely fruitless. In one corner of the spirit field, he found several unusual Spirit Roots and Spirit Plants.

The Spirit Roots were naturally sunflowers. He clearly remembered that Xiang Dong's true form was a sunflower, and here there were three of them.

Clearly, they had been cultivated, and with Primordial Xirang at that. This was obviously Nuwa's handiwork.

At the thought, veins throbbed on Fuxi's forehead. His sister had actually gone and done something like this behind his back.

Beside the sunflowers was a Peashooter. It blinked its beady eyes, watching Fuxi's face turn as black as the bottom of a pot. A oppressive atmosphere surrounded him, and his suppressed anger was almost tangible.

As Fuxi approached, the Peashooter instinctively sensed a threat.

Xiang Dong had created it, and though it possessed only rudimentary intelligence, it also had innate instincts, or what could be called its underlying logic.

Protect the sunflowers and attack enemies that entered its range.

What else could this person be but an enemy, surrounded by that oppressive atmosphere and directing hostility at the sunflowers?

So, fire the cannon. Open fire.

Pea bullets shot toward Fuxi one after another. He didn't dodge or even raise a hand, letting them strike him.

An attack like this couldn't hurt him at all.

Of course, that was only on the physical level. The same might not be true of the psychological level.

To Fuxi, the Peashooter's attack was more like... a provocation.

It did little damage, or rather, none at all, but it was extraordinarily insulting.

Veins bulged at Fuxi's temples. He was already on the verge of exploding.

He stepped forward, seized the Peashooter by the head, and shook it as he demanded answers.

"Where's my sister? Where did you take her?"

The Peashooter felt as if its brains had been shaken to a uniform consistency. Though it had no such thing, with Fuxi gripping it by the throat, it prudently... waved the little leaf atop its head at him.

As if saying hello.

It was also as if it had flipped some sort of switch. The flower head of one of the sunflowers suddenly lit up, and the light gathered into a screen.

Static flickered across the screen at first. Once the signal stabilized, an image appeared.

From Fuxi's perspective, the image showed a swaggering young man with dyed yellow hair, riding a bizarre-looking, roaring two-wheeled Law Artifact that spouted blue flames from the back.

That was right, this was the Ghostfire Xiang Dong had spoken of. In a sense, he really had parked the Ghostfire at Fuxi's home, and could be said to have fulfilled his "promise."

A line of large text then appeared on the screen.

"I've parked my Ghostfire downstairs at your place. Surprised? Didn't see that coming, did you?"

At the end were three big "ha"s.

Hahaha!

Mockery. This was naked mockery.

The veins at Fuxi's temples throbbed. He could even imagine Xiang Dong's punchable grin when he left this recording.

Very good. His home had been raided!

"You're courting death!"

Fuxi raised a hand, about to destroy the eyesore sunflowers.

But halfway through raising it, he stopped.

Destroying them wouldn't hurt Xiang Dong in the slightest, nor would it be enough to vent his anger. Besides, the most important thing now was finding out where his sister was.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Speak. Where did he take my sister?"

The Peashooter blinked and tilted its head, as if trying to understand him.

Attempting to understand. Unable to understand. Underlying logic triggered.

"Pfft!"

A pea sprayed straight onto Fuxi's face.

Fuxi: ／‵Д′)／~╧╧

It took Fuxi quite a while to persuade himself not to get angry with a plant whose intelligence wasn't fully developed. But he just couldn't help it. It was infuriating.

Fortunately, a strand of divine thought soothed his emotions just then.

Nuwa had left it behind, and its message was simple.

"Brother, I have joined fellow Daoist Xiang Dong on a journey to the East Sea in search of a fortuitous opportunity."

"This journey is vital to my Dao Path. It was my own choice."

"When I return, I will surely be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, rather than always remaining behind you. Please don't worry."

"Also, fellow Daoist Xiang Dong is not a bad person. I hope you won't misunderstand him."

The divine thought contained only a few short sentences, but Fuxi remained silent for a long time after hearing them.

There was no sign in Nuwa's divine thought that she had been coerced. Instead, her tone was firm, as if she had made some kind of decision.

His sister had grown up. She had ideas of her own, knew where her Dao Path lay, and wanted to pursue her own Dao.

That was supposed to be a good thing.

Fuxi also knew that, in terms of talent and comprehension, he really couldn't compare with Nuwa.

But why? Why did it have to be with that yellow-haired guy?

And she had even made a point of saying he wasn't a bad person?

She'd been tricked into running away and was helping the man who sold her count the money!

He calculated again on his fingers. This time, because he had the divine thought Nuwa left behind as a starting point, and she had made it clear that she was going to the East Sea to seek a fortuitous opportunity, the secrets of heaven were no longer a mass of chaos.

But he only obtained a rough result. Nuwa's journey should have its dangers but no real harm, and there were faint signs that a great fortuitous opportunity awaited her.

Even so, Fuxi still felt stifled.

After turning it over in his mind, Fuxi decided he had to make a trip to the East Sea.