Cheng Yue: No monk in the Primordial World is good!

Time slowly passed.

The area outside Purple Cloud Palace was filled with people, some cultivating, others chatting.

But between Nuwa and Fuxi, there was always a vacuum-like empty zone.

Only the two of them stood there.

Nuwa kept sending voice transmissions to her Elder Brother.

"Elder Brother, let me tell you, I just took Old Man Hongjun's spiritual treasure clean away."

Fuxi's mouth twitched slightly, his expression filled with terror as he turned and spoke directly.

"Little sister, are you sure this is fine?"

Nuwa nodded, then looked at Fuxi and said directly.

"It's fine, I took it. Don't I still have a Master?"

After saying that, she pulled a book out from her bosom.

She opened it and looked at Fuxi beside her.

"This is all what my Master told me—if I can't win, just hand it to him. Don't worry, this move is completely foolproof. As long as Hongjun dares to come, he'll be dead for sure."

"Let me tell you, my Master wanted to kill Hongjun last time, but a small accident happened. The Heavenly Dao threw some kind of tantrum and sent down a rain of blood, so my Master let it go. Otherwise, he might have killed that Hongjun outright."

Hearing this, Fuxi couldn't even imagine the scene back then.

After all, who would believe such a thing?

If the person in front of him weren't his own sister, he might have slapped her and asked if she was still asleep.

But precisely because he knew his sister, he understood she probably wasn't lying.

Though his sister was mischievous and clever, she knew when to hold back on major matters.

She would never casually talk about something so life-threatening.

As the long wait dragged on, Nuwa felt a bit bored.

She sat cross-legged and began to cultivate.

Beside her, Fuxi watched his sister and followed suit, starting his own cultivation.

Still, many people kept glancing their way.

Pointing fingers at Nuwa one after another.

Most were eager to see how Nuwa would end up.

The three-thousand-year wait was undoubtedly long.

Above the South Sea, Cheng Yue sat on the island, gazing at the horizon, and couldn't help muttering.

"This girl still hasn't come back. She couldn't have gone to Purple Cloud Palace to listen to the Dao, could she?"

"Sigh, she doesn't even have Golden Immortal cultivation. How can she listen to the Dao? Looks like I'm overthinking it."

"But visiting home shouldn't take this long. It's been over a thousand years now."

Over a thousand years, Cheng Yue's cultivation had successfully stepped into the late Golden Immortal stage.

With just a little more time, he could reach the realm of Grand Unity Immortal.

At that point, he'd be one step closer to his goal.

But for now, he was still far off.

Sitting there, he found himself missing his little apprentice again.

He suddenly felt like something was missing.

Having a clever, mischievous little girl around wasn't such a bad thing.

In fact, it brought an unprecedented lightness.

"Sigh, I wonder if the little girl is in any danger."

He thought about going out to check, but then realized he didn't even know where she lived.

If he went near Mount Buzhou, that might be a bit inappropriate.

Right now, it was the time of Hongjun's lectures, and a great calamity was brewing outside. If he accidentally got entangled in karma, he would surely die.

Thinking this, he still felt the urge to go out.

"This apprentice is disobedient. I told her to come back early, come back early, and it's been so long. If the heavenly secrets weren't so chaotic, I'd have gone out and dragged you back long ago."

He sighed after saying that.

"When you get back, I'm definitely locking you in the Little Black Room for a hundred or eighty years."

Just as he said this, two golden lights were moving across the sea.

Inside them were two people, dressed in tattered robes, both wearing kasayas.

They didn't look like Eastern cultivators.

One had a serene expression, while the other wore a look of misery.

As they walked, they kept exchanging words.

"Junior brother, we should hurry to the Purple Cloud Palace. If we miss the time, it will be too late to regret."

"Senior brother, it's fine. We're just taking a look. A thousand years ago, blood rain fell from the sky here—something must have happened. Checking it out might turn up some treasure."

The arrivals were none other than Zhunti and Jieyin.

Jieyin was tall and gaunt, his face etched with bitterness. He sighed and said, "Junior brother, what opportunity can compare to a Sage's sermon? If we're late, we might miss the lecture entirely. That would be losing the big for the small."

Zhunti looked somewhat more normal, his face full of serenity. He glanced at his senior brother and sighed in reply. "Senior brother, with our speed, reaching the chaos won't take a thousand years. It's no trouble, no trouble."

Just as Jieyin was about to say more, Zhunti spotted the island where Cheng Yue was.

"Senior brother, look! There's an island deep in the South Sea? And see, there's a cultivation ground there."

He made to descend, but Jieyin moved to stop him.

A dim, hazy barrier appeared before the two of them.

It enveloped the entire island.

Like an eggshell.

Seeing this anomaly, Zhunti's face lit up with a smile.

"Senior brother, see? I told you there was an opportunity here. This cultivation ground looks unusual—Mysterious Yellow Qi is faintly seeping out. There must be a Merit Spiritual Treasure inside, destined for our Western lands."

With that, he prepared to go down and take it.

But the moment he touched that murky "eggshell," Zhunti's heart jolted.

As if sensing something.

No sooner had the feeling come than he saw the Earth Fire Water Wind around him all thrown into chaos.

In an instant, Zhunti's scalp went numb. He felt he might die.

A flicker of regret crossed his mind—he hadn't expected this place to be so extraordinary.

But in that brief moment, Cheng Yue appeared. He lightly tapped with his finger.

Zhunti was sent flying backward.

A force also struck Jieyin.

Though he hadn't approached, Jieyin was flung back as well.

They flew for who knows how long before finally stopping.

When Zhunti got up, he was somewhat furious.

"Who just ambushed us?!"

But as the words left his mouth, Jieyin stepped forward.

"Junior brother, speak carefully. If that person had used full force, neither of us would be alive right now."

"That force—we had no power to resist. His cultivation must surpass ours. We cannot act rashly."

Zhunti nodded at this.

Jieyin breathed a sigh of relief and then said directly, "You and I should not linger. We must hurry to the Purple Cloud Palace. If we miss it, the loss will be immense."

Zhunti thought it over. Since he couldn't get the treasure for now, he might as well head to the Purple Cloud Palace first.

Once his cultivation was sufficient later, he could come back and seize it.

The two flew toward the heavens.

Cheng Yue watched their retreating figures and couldn't help spitting in disgust.

"What rotten luck, running into two baldies. Good thing I chased them off fast. In the Primordial World, no bald one is worth a damn!"