Things were getting all lovey-dovey over here, while the two of them over there were nearly dumbfounded.
At last, Cheng Yue turned his head and asked with some curiosity.
"Who are these two little ones?"
As he spoke, Cheng Yue's brows remained furrowed.
He could guess the man's identity without much effort. He was probably his little disciple's older brother.
What mainly concerned him was the existence of this female cultivator.
As a member of the Witch Clan, she could not casually form karmic ties here. One misstep, and she might perish with her Dao scattered.
He had no desire to get involved in something like the Witch-Demon Cataclysm.
At that moment, Nuwa stepped forward and began introducing them.
"Master, this is my older brother, Western Suit Daoist. This is a friend I met outside, Dirt Block Daoist."
Cheng Yue froze at the words. Those names were certainly something.
One was a dirt block, and the other was a western suit. Still, one did not slap a smiling face. Since they were his disciple's friends, what else could he say?
So he simply said,
"Alright, come in."
As they entered the great hall, Fuxi was still thinking about Cheng Yue's actions.
He did not seem like some murderous fiend.
But they had not known each other for long, so Fuxi did not dare draw conclusions so quickly.
After entering the great hall, Fuxi could not help but sigh. Using a Merit Spiritual Treasure as a residence was truly a waste of a heavenly gift.
But Cheng Yue was a Great Power. It was not Fuxi's place to say anything about it.
Once inside, Cheng Yue sat at the head of the hall and looked at the three below him.
Then he turned to Nuwa and asked,
"You said that old man stole something from you last time?"
Nuwa immediately nodded, her face full of grievance.
"Yes! Not only that, that old man even bullied me."
A trace of anger appeared on Cheng Yue's face. A mere True Immortal at the peak stage actually dared bully his disciple!
"It's fine. Once the calamity passes, I'll avenge you. Or if I see that old man again, I'll kill him on the spot."
His fury surged as he spoke, and he slapped the table.
The table beside him instantly turned to ash.
Fuxi, standing nearby, was rather speechless. He had once again discovered one of his sister's new skills.
She was practically an award-winning actress. She really knew how to put on a show. Back then, she had nearly shoved it right in that man's face.
He was a Sage, yet his dignity had been ground into the dirt. It would have been stranger if he had not gotten angry.
And this Master of hers spoke of killing people at every turn. He was truly ruthless.
"Alright, let's leave this matter alone for now. I've remembered it. When I see him next time, I'll avenge you."
Nuwa immediately put away her tears and smiled.
"Alright, Master, it's a deal! You must avenge me!"
Cheng Yue nodded and looked toward the two people beside her again.
Nuwa then rose once more and walked straight over to Cheng Yue.
She was about to start acting cute, but that would have been fine only if no one else were around. With others present, it was naturally inappropriate.
His expression immediately turned stern.
"Stop acting cute. Tell me what you want."
Nuwa chuckled, then pointed at Fuxi beside her.
"My older brother and I have depended on each other ever since we took form. Now that the great calamity has descended outside, I'm worried that something might happen to him. That's why I brought him here, hoping Master will take him in."
Cheng Yue looked at Fuxi carefully several times. He seemed like an honest and straightforward fellow.
He was probably an honest child who would not go around causing trouble.
Thus, Cheng Yue nodded.
"Alright then. You're Xifu, right? Fine. You may enter my sect."
He was merely taking in another disciple, and this one was his disciple's older brother. That made him family.
Naturally, he could take him as a disciple. Besides, things outside truly were chaotic. If this man died later, and his disciple went out and met with some accident as well...
He had only just taken a disciple and become a master. He had not even enjoyed it for long.
If it all ended just like that, he would inevitably feel uncomfortable.
At Cheng Yue's words, Xifu's eyes lit up. He immediately rose and knelt on the ground.
"This disciple greets Master!"
Cheng Yue nodded and casually took out the Daoist Canon once more.
With a flick of his finger, a streak of golden light flew from his hand and entered Fuxi's forehead.
"Alright, I'll pass down the exclusive cultivation manual of my sect. This is the Daoist Canon. From now on, remain in this Daoist sanctuary like Xiao Wa. Until you reach the Golden Immortal realm, do not casually leave."
Fuxi froze upon hearing this and was about to ask something when Nuwa hurried over and interrupted.
"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master! Brother, aren't you happy?"
Fuxi was left with no way to ask his question.
Meanwhile, Houtu stepped forward as well.
"Senior, I have a question I wish to ask you."
Looking at Dirt Block, Cheng Yue felt a slight headache. After all, this girl was from the Witch Clan.
He did not dare casually form karmic ties with her.
But after looking at Nuwa, he finally sighed.
"Go ahead."
Houtu was thrilled and promptly asked,
"Senior, now that Sages have appeared in the world, does my Witch Clan have a Method to Attain Dao?"
Cheng Yue was utterly speechless. Why was she asking him this question?
How would he know?
Even that old man Hongjun did not know about it. How could he possibly know?
Was he supposed to guess?
After sighing, he shook his head.
"Little girl, you've come to the wrong person for that. I truly do not know. You may ask a Sage yourself."
After he spoke, Houtu was about to ask something else when Nuwa ran out again.
She knew about her master's situation. They could not let anything slip now. After stopping Houtu, Nuwa put on a sorrowful expression again.
"Master, this little sister of mine is from the Witch Clan. You mentioned the Wu-Yao War, and I'm a little worried. Could you let her stay here too?"
Houtu wanted to explain herself, but Nuwa gave her a look.
Only then did she fall silent.
Although Cheng Yue did not want to get tangled up with the Witch Clan, this Witch Clan member's cultivation was so low.
Would it be alright if she hid here for a long time?
Even so, he still felt a little worried.
But looking at Nuwa, there was only one woman on this island. Nuwa would surely get lonely.
Would it not be better to keep the other woman here?
But what if trouble came?
As his thoughts churned, he suddenly saw Nuwa looking pitiful again.
Cheng Yue was instantly speechless and could only say,
"Alright, alright, stop looking at me like that. She can stay here for a while. But once the Witch-Demon Cataclysm begins, she must return."
Nuwa finally smiled happily.
Her smile blossomed like a flower, and one backward glance could captivate a hundred charms.
Cheng Yue felt as though his heart were about to float away.
But when he looked at the others, he simply waved his hand.
"Alright, alright, go cultivate. Don't stay here."
After saying that, Nuwa immediately pulled everyone outside.
Looking at their retreating figures, Cheng Yue felt somewhat helpless.
He had finally taken on another disciple, and he pampered her so much. Why did it feel like he had gained a daughter instead?
"It's not that different. I wonder which pig will end up rooting through my little cabbage. No, if he's not good enough, I'll chop him to death with one stroke."
Thinking of it made him feel like an old father watching his daughter get married.
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