Flipping My Father's Note Out

"How dare they! This is simply too much!"

Li Wuyang sat on Huaihuai's back, raging impotently at the now empty bushes.

He, the (self-proclaimed) beloved son of the Primordial Great Dao, wielding the Sky-Opening Axe (replica), possessing Immunity to All Magic (unverified), had actually been robbed by a squirrel the size of his palm!

If this got out, where would his reputation as the Primordial Dao Child go? Where would his Primordial Father's reputation go?!

"Huaihuai! Chase! Catch that damned bandit squirrel for me!" Li Wuyang angrily swung his axe.

Huaihuai let out an obedient whinny, its four hooves surging with cloud energy, transforming into a white blur as it charged into the bushes.

However, the golden squirrel was incredibly fast and extremely agile, darting and leaping through the dense branches like a flowing golden lightning bolt. It would occasionally turn back to give Li Wuyang a provocative glance.

Although Huaihuai could tread on clouds, it couldn't utilize its speed advantage in such complex terrain. Instead, it was scratched and battered by the branches, while Li Wuyang was tossed around so much he felt sick.

After chasing for less than fifteen minutes, they couldn't even see the golden squirrel's tail dust.

"Stop! Stop! Huaihuai! Don't chase anymore!" Li Wuyang cried, covering his face, which was stinging from the branches, tears welling up.

What kind of squirrel was this? This was clearly a Primordial World Bolt!

Huaihuai stopped, panting, and also shook its mane aggrievedly, still tangled with a few leaves.

Li Wuyang drooped his head dejectedly. What an inauspicious start. First, he was blocked by the Demon Ancestor, then startled by a giant python, and now even his snacks had been stolen.

This Primordial World was too unfriendly to newcomers!

He patted his rumbling stomach and sighed, "Forget it. Let bygones be bygones. We'll let the little guy go. Let's continue looking for food... Sigh, I hope we don't encounter any more weird things like this."

He urged Huaihuai onward, proceeding more cautiously along the relatively safe areas.

Perhaps his luck had turned, or perhaps the "Destined by Fate" had finally fixed its bug. Not long after, they found a crystal-clear stream.

The stream water was sweet and refreshing, containing a faint spiritual energy. Drinking it made him feel comfortable all over, finally alleviating his thirst and hunger.

After drinking his fill and washing his face, Li Wuyang felt much refreshed. Huaihuai also happily drank and played by the stream.

After a short rest, just as they were preparing to set off again, Li Wuyang's sharp eyes spotted several crimson spiritual plants resembling Vermilion Fruits growing in a rock crevice on the opposite bank of the stream. They emitted an alluring fruity fragrance.

"Good stuff!" Li Wuyang's eyes lit up. He patted Huaihuai, "Let's go, Huaihuai, cross the river!"

Huaihuai whinnied and, treading on clouds, easily crossed the not-so-wide stream.

Arriving on the other side, Li Wuyang eagerly dismounted Huaihuai and approached the rock crevice. Indeed, there were three small shrubs less than half a person's height, bearing seven or eight dragon's eye-sized, brightly red fruits, exuding spiritual energy.

"Now I can finally fill my stomach!" Li Wuyang chuckled and reached out to pick them.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the Vermilion Fruits—

"Buzz!"

A faint buzzing sound!

The space before him rippled like the surface of water, and then, the three Vermilion Fruits, along with the rocks beneath them, vanished into thin air as if erased by an eraser!

Only a bare rock crevice remained.

Li Wuyang's hand froze in mid-air, the smile on his face completely solidified.

Again... again?!

This time, he didn't even see the shadow of a robber before the items were gone?!

"Who?! Who did it?! Come out!" Li Wuyang jumped up in anger, brandishing his axe and looking around. "In broad daylight, is there no law anymore?! Stealing even fruits! If you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one!"

The surroundings were quiet, with only the gurgling sound of the stream and Huaihuai's uneasy snorts.

There was no response.

Li Wuyang felt like he was going to spit blood. What was going on? Was there an invisible person or someone with spatial spiritual power deliberately messing with him?

Holding back a belly full of anger, he dejectedly got back on Huaihuai and walked downstream along the river.

Not long after, he saw a clump of spiritual energy-radiating green bamboo.

As soon as he approached, the bamboo clump vanished with a "swish."

He saw a piece of exposed, strangely lustrous ore with a metallic sheen.

As he bent down, the ore vanished with a "swish."

Even a spiritual-patterned turtle, which looked plump and was sunbathing by the river, just as he thought, "Perhaps I can make soup," vanished with a "swish," turtle and shell disappearing without a trace, leaving only a few bubbles popping on the water's surface.

Li Wuyang: "!!!"

He was completely losing it!

"Who is it?! Are you playing with me?! Is this going to go on forever?!" He roared into the empty valley, "I'm telling you! My father is the Primordial Great Dao! If you steal my things again, I'll have my father deal with you!!"

His voice echoed through the valley, but no one answered.

Only Huaihuai nudged him with its head, seemingly trying to comfort him.

Li Wuyang panted heavily, slumped down by the river, and began to question his existence.

This "Destined by Fate" definitely had a problem! Either it worked intermittently, or it specifically attracted these strange and peculiar "fates"!

Just as he was so frustrated he was about to pull his hair out, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of something sparkling among the river pebbles on the bank not far downstream.

After being robbed multiple times, he was much more cautious this time. Instead of rushing forward immediately, he crept closer stealthily, his eyes darting around, wary of any possible "swoosh."

The glowing object seemed to be a palm-sized... shell? It was pure white all over, emitting a soft halo and faint spatial fluctuations.

It lay there quietly, not looking like it belonged to anyone.

Li Wuyang's heart raced. This looked like a treasure! And no one was trying to steal it?

He took a deep breath and lunged forward in a flash, snatching the glowing shell in his hand with lightning speed!

It felt smooth and warm in his grasp, the spatial fluctuations even more pronounced.

Success! He hadn't been robbed!

Li Wuyang was ecstatic and examined the shell closely. He saw a slight crack in the shell, and inside, it didn't look like flesh and blood, but rather... a small, distorted void?

"Could it be... a storage artifact?" a thought flashed through his mind.

He attempted to probe it with a wisp of his Spiritual Power.

Indeed! Inside the shell was a stable space about a few cubic meters in size!

What surprised him even more was that the space wasn't empty!

It was piled messily with quite a few items—exactly what had been stolen from him earlier: bright red Vermilion Fruits, vibrant green bamboo brimming with spiritual energy, strange ores with a metallic sheen, and even... that bewildered-looking Spiritual Pattern Turtle, currently paddling in the void!

There was also a pile of other spirit herbs, spirit stones, and some shiny objects he didn't recognize, all looking quite valuable.

Li Wuyang: "!!!"

So this thing was behind it all! A shell that could automatically steal things?!

Just as he was about to examine it closely, the shell seemed to sense his Spiritual Power and abruptly tried to close, generating a powerful suction force, attempting to pull the axe from his hand as well!

"Hey! You dare to resist?" Li Wuyang got angry. He held the shell tightly, and the Great Dao Imprint in his sea of consciousness trembled slightly.

A barely perceptible purple aura flowed through his arm and into the shell.

The shell shuddered violently, as if encountering something terrifying. It instantly became incredibly docile, lying obediently in his palm. Even the crack widened, as if in submission.

Li Wuyang chuckled. As expected, the name of Primordial Father worked!

He gleefully inventoried the "loot" in the shell, took out a few strings of Zhu Guo, ate a few himself, and fed a few to Huaihuai. The sweet juice and abundant spiritual energy greatly improved his mood.

"Not bad, not bad. Although the process was a bit bumpy, the result is good!" He patted the now docile, thieving shell. "You'll stick with me from now on. Since you're so good at hiding things, I'll call you 'Void-Concealing Pouch'!"

He was about to put the axe into the shell for easier carrying, but he discovered that the Void-Concealing Pouch couldn't accommodate the axe. Every time he brought it close, the shell would tremble violently, showing rejection and fear.

"Fine, it seems this axe is too high-level for it to dare accept." Li Wuyang had no choice but to continue carrying the axe.

Full and satisfied, with his treasure secured, Li Wuyang's confidence soared. He mounted Huaihuai and continued to wander aimlessly.

Before he knew it, dusk began to fall.

The nights in the Primordial World seemed especially dangerous, with the roars of beasts from the distance growing more frequent and terrifying.

Li Wuyang dared not wander further and wanted to find a safe place to spend the night.

He urged Huaihuai to climb a higher hill. Looking out, he saw the twilight deepening, the mountains resembling crouching beasts, shrouded in shadows.

And in a distant valley, he seemed to see a faint... flicker of fire?

Signs of civilization?!

Li Wuyang's spirits lifted! Had he finally encountered some locals of the Primordial World?

He immediately urged Huaihuai to run towards the direction of the firelight.

As they drew closer, he saw what appeared to be a rudimentary village in the valley, with crude houses built from large stones and wood. Around a bonfire, he could vaguely make out some... extremely tall, muscular figures clad in animal skins, exuding a wild aura.

These figures were likely two to three meters tall on average, with arms thicker than his thighs, radiating a primitive, savage, and powerful aura.

Li Wuyang slowed down, feeling a bit uneasy.

These... didn't look like they'd be easy to talk to?

Huaihuai also seemed a bit fearful, not daring to get too close.

Just as Li Wuyang was hesitating whether to greet them or quietly bypass them—

"Bong!"

A dull horn sound, like the striking of a giant stone, suddenly rang out from the village!

The tall figures by the bonfire instantly stood up, their gazes sharp as lightning, all looking towards the hillside where Li Wuyang was!

He'd been discovered!

Li Wuyang's heart tightened.

The next moment, two of the tallest figures let out a thunderous roar that shook the forest:

"Halt! Who goes there, spy! How dare you spy on our Witch Clan tribe!"

Their voices boomed like rolling thunder, filled with hostility and pressure!

Immediately after, the two giants bent down, picked up a massive rock that would require several people to embrace, their muscles bulging. With a "boom," they hurled it towards Li Wuyang and Huaihuai!

The giant rock whistled through the air, descending like a meteor!

Li Wuyang's face instantly turned pale.

The Witch Clan?! To encounter Pangu's direct descendants, a Witch Clan with incredibly powerful physiques, right at the start?! And in this manner of greeting?!

"Wait! We're on the same side! My father is the Primordial Great Dao!!"

In his desperation, the only thing he could do was once again bring out his ultimate trump card—calling for his dad!

At the same time, he subconsciously flipped his hand... and once again pulled out the message slip from his embrace, the one wreathed in Primordial Violet Qi, holding it up in front of him like a shield!