Cheng Yue's Old Father-like Doting

While things were getting sticky over there, the two onlookers were nearly stunned into stupidity.

Finally, Cheng Yue turned his head with a hint of curiosity and asked.

"Who are these two little fellows?"

As he spoke, Cheng Yue's brows were knitted together.

He could easily guess the man's identity; he was likely the older brother of his little disciple.

His main concern was the presence of the female cultivator.

Since she was of the Witch Clan, one could not casually entangle themselves in such karma; if things went poorly, it could lead to one's soul being scattered and body destroyed.

He had no desire to get himself dragged into something like the Witch-Demon Cataclysm.

Nuwa stepped forward at this moment and began to introduce the two.

"Master, this is my brother, Western Suit Daoist, and this is a friend I made outside, Dirt Block Daoist."

Hearing this, Cheng Yue was dumbfounded; these names really had something to them.

One was a dirt block, the other a western suit.

However, one does not strike a smiling face; since they were his disciple's friends, what more could he say?

He simply spoke up.

"Alright, then come on in."

Walking into the Great Hall, Fuxi was still pondering Cheng Yue's actions.

He didn't look like a murderous star, did he?

But it hadn't been long, so he dared not make a hasty judgment.

Upon entering the Great Hall, Fuxi couldn't help but sigh.

To use a Merit Spiritual Treasure as a mere residence was a bit of a waste of heaven's gifts.

But since the man was a Great Power, it was not his place to comment on such matters.

Once inside, Cheng Yue sat upon the dais and looked down at the three of them.

He looked at Nuwa and began to ask.

"You said that old man snatched your things last time?"

Nuwa nodded instantly, her face full of grievance.

"That's right, and not only that, that old man even bullied me."

A trace of anger appeared on Cheng Yue's face; a mere peak True Immortal actually dared to bully his disciple!

"It's fine. Once the Cataclysm passes, Master will go and avenge you, or if I see that old man next time, I'll kill him outright."

Having said this, his rage flared, and he slammed a palm onto the table.

The table beside him instantly turned into fly ash.

Fuxi, standing to the side, was somewhat speechless; he had just discovered a new skill of his sister's.

She was truly an actress, a master of performance; back then, she had practically been pointing at the man's face and berating him.

That man was a Sage, and his face had been rubbed into the dirt; it would have been strange if he hadn't been angry.

Looking at this Master now, he talked about killing at every turn—he was certainly ruthless.

"Alright, let's not mention this matter for now. I've noted it down, and I will avenge you when I see him next."

Nuwa's face instantly cleared of tears, and she broke into a smile.

"Good, Master, it's a deal! You must avenge me!"

Cheng Yue nodded, then looked toward the two people beside her.

Nuwa stood up again and went directly to Cheng Yue's side.

She started to act spoiled, but since there were others present, it wasn't appropriate.

He immediately spoke with a serious expression.

"Don't try to act cute. Speak up, if you have something to say, just say it."

Nuwa chuckled, then pointed to Fuxi beside her.

"My brother and I have relied on each other since we took human form. Now that the Cataclysm has descended upon the world, I am worried that my brother might meet with misfortune out there, so I brought him here, hoping that Master might take him in."

Cheng Yue looked at Fuxi, scrutinizing him for a few moments; he looked like an honest, simple fellow.

He figured he was an honest child and likely wouldn't go out and stir up trouble.

He simply nodded.

"Very well, Western Suit, is it? Fine, you may join my sect."

It was only taking on a disciple, and since he was his own disciple's brother, he was practically family.

Naturally, he could be accepted as a disciple, and the outside world was indeed quite chaotic; if this fellow were to die later on...

If his disciple went out and encountered some unexpected mishap, that would be troublesome.

He had finally managed to take on a disciple and experience the role of a master, and he hadn't even enjoyed it for very long yet.

If that connection were to be severed so abruptly, he would inevitably feel quite unsettled.

Fuxi heard this, his eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up and knelt on the ground.

"Disciple pays respects to Master!"

Cheng Yue nodded and casually produced the Daoist Canon.

With a flick of his finger, a golden light flew out and entered directly into Fuxi's mind.

"Very well, I shall impart to you the exclusive secret manual of my sect, the Daoist Canon. From now on, you shall remain here in this dojo, just like Xiao Wa. Do not wander out until you have attained the level of a Golden Immortal."

Fuxi was stunned upon hearing this and was just about to ask a question when Nuwa walked over and interrupted.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master! Brother, aren't you happy?"

Fuxi was left unable to voice his question.

At this moment, Houtu, who had been standing to the side, stepped forward.

"Senior, I have a question I would like to ask you."

Cheng Yue looked at the girl and felt a slight headache; after all, this young woman was from the Witch Clan.

He dared not casually entangle himself in that karma.

However, looking at Nuwa, he finally sighed.

"Speak."

Houtu was filled with excitement and immediately asked.

"Senior, now that a Sage has appeared in the world, I wonder if there is a Method to Attain Dao for my Witch Clan?"

Cheng Yue was speechless. She was asking him this?

How could he possibly know?

Even that old man Hongjun didn't know about such things; how could he?

Was he supposed to just guess?

He sighed and shook his head.

"Little girl, you have asked the wrong person. I truly do not know about this matter; you may go and ask the Sage yourself."

After he finished speaking, just as Houtu was about to press further, Nuwa jumped in again.

She knew the truth about her Master and couldn't let anything slip. After stopping Houtu, Nuwa put on a pitiful expression.

"Master, this sister is from the Witch Clan. You mentioned the Witch-Demon Cataclysm, and I am a bit worried. Could you let her stay here as well?"

Houtu wanted to explain something, but Nuwa gave her a look.

Only then did she relent.

Although Cheng Yue did not want to get involved with the Witch Clan, he saw that this witch's cultivation was quite low.

Would it really matter if she hid here for a while?

Even so, he remained somewhat concerned.

However, looking at Nuwa, he realized that on this island, he was a man, and Fuxi was... well, he was Fuxi.

With only Nuwa as a woman, she must be quite lonely.

Perhaps it would be better to let the other girl stay?

But what if it caused trouble?

As his thoughts fluctuated, he suddenly saw Nuwa looking at him with a pitiful, pleading expression.

Cheng Yue was instantly rendered speechless and could only say.

"Fine, fine, stop looking at me like that. She can stay here for a while, but if the Witch-Demon Cataclysm begins, she must return."

Nuwa smiled happily.

Her smile was as beautiful as a flower, and her glance held a thousand charms.

It made Cheng Yue's heart flutter.

Looking at the group, he waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright, go and cultivate. Don't linger here."

Once he finished, Nuwa immediately grabbed the others and ran outside.

Watching their retreating figures, he felt a sense of helplessness.

He had finally taken on a disciple, and he was so doting on her that it felt like he had gained a daughter instead.

"It's not much different. I wonder which pig will eventually come to root up my little cabbage. If the person isn't up to par, I'll just have to chop them down."

Thinking of this, he felt like an old father watching his daughter prepare for marriage.