Difficult to Handle
Chu Feng was exasperated and chuckled, "Alright, alright, I understand your intentions, but I'm used to cultivating in seclusion here and have no plans to travel for the time being."
"His supposed celibacy is a pretense; his true intention is favoritism!"
First Qilin's jealousy intensified, and she pouted her red lips slightly. "Husband, tell me honestly, do you think my Qilin Cliff is no good?"
Why won't you ever come to see me? Do you really think I'm not as good as Yuanfeng?
Chu Feng sighed inwardly, thinking to himself, "Women are such difficult creatures, yet I can't help but want to have them, and the more I do, the more addicted I become."
He quickly and gently explained, "Lin'er, you've misunderstood. I didn't mean it that way..."
"Then why do you never go to my Qilin Cliff?"
First Qilin persisted, staring intently at him.
Ancestral Dragon also turned his attention to her; this was also the question she wanted to ask.
"Husband, tell me honestly, are you favoring Yuanfeng again?"
Ancestral Dragon broke the silence first.
She raised a slight brow, her words tinged with a hint of mockery and displeasure, "Eight out of ten times you're either running around the Volcano of Immortality or going to Buzhou Mountain. You've probably almost forgotten what my East Sea looks like!"
The First Qilin gently tugged at Chu Feng's sleeve. "That's right, my husband, isn't my Qilin Cliff good enough?"
Yuanfeng picked up a cup of fine wine, took a small sip, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, her phoenix eyes full of pride.
Chu Feng smiled helplessly, reached out, and habitually ruffled the top of the First Qilin's head, explaining, "It's not that I don't want to go to Qilin Cliff, nor that I have a particular fondness for the Volcano of Immortality, it's just... I'm used to it."
Yuanfeng could no longer hide the smile on her lips, which turned into a clear, melodious laugh, like the Phoenix Cry.
Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Dragon mocked the First Qilin without any politeness, "Did you hear that? You stinking Qilin!"
The First Qilin was already depressed, and after being provoked by the Ancestral Dragon, its eyes immediately reddened, and it began to whine and plead.
"I don't care! I don't care! You're just being unfair! If you don't come back with me, I'll... I'll never talk to you again!"
Seeing her like this, Chu Feng felt helpless and could only comfort her gently, "Alright, alright, I promise you, next time I'll definitely go to your Qilin Cliff first, okay?"
Upon receiving the promise, the First Qilin's tears instantly stopped, and it smiled through its tears. Clinging to Chu Feng, it sweetly said, "You said it, no backing out!"
Seeing this, Yuanfeng and Ancestral Dragon exchanged a glance and shook their heads helplessly.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Primordial World, in the boundless Sea of Blood, Karma surged and blood waves roared to the heavens.
Inside the palace, a stunningly beautiful figure dressed in a blood-red silk dress suddenly opened her eyes, her sharp killing intent causing the entire Sea of Blood to freeze in shock.
Ming He frowned, his aura surging, yet he felt as if he were being held back by an invisible barrier, unable to break through.
"Late-stage Quasi-Saint... Another late-stage Quasi-Saint!"
Her voice was icy. "Since the three lectures at the Purple Heavens Palace, no matter how much I seclude myself to comprehend the Dao of Slaughter, I have been unable to sever that crucial third corpse! Am I, Ming He, destined to be forever barred from the Great Dao?"
No! She was not willing to accept it!
The futile practice must be due to a lack of opportunity to break through to a higher level.
Ming He stood up, her gaze piercing through the Sea of Blood. She decided to no longer sit idly by, but to personally enter the world, travel through the Primordial World, and seek that elusive opportunity for enlightenment.
Meanwhile, in the west, Mount Sumeru.
The two saints, Jieyin Zhunti, sat upright by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, their gazes falling on a young man kneeling respectfully below.
This young man was none other than Cang Human Race from the past.
Since being enlightened by the two and converted to the Western Religion, his cultivation has advanced rapidly thanks to his extraordinary perseverance and the blessing of the Western Religion's methods.
Now, having reached the Golden Immortal realm, their lifespan is exceptionally long, far surpassing their former mortal status.
"Cang,"
Zhunti slowly spoke, "The rise of the Human Race is now evident, and they should be the protagonists of the world."
"You were born of the Human Race. Would you be willing to return to your ancestral land, to help my Western Religion to save my former people, and to lead them to enjoy ultimate bliss and attain the Great Dao together?"
Upon hearing this, Cang immediately agreed, "It is my honor to be able to work for the great prosperity of the Western Religion!"
Jieyin and Zhunti nodded in satisfaction.
Zhunti his finger, and a soft golden light entered Cang's brow, transforming into a golden lotus mark.
"This is a method of self-protection, and it can also demonstrate the wondrous arts of our Western Religion. Go forth."
"Thank you, Teacher, for sharing your knowledge!"
Cang was overjoyed. Since joining the Western Religion, he had been devoted to cultivation and had not returned to the Human Race for a long time.
Now that he has received orders from Jieyin Zhunti, he also wants to go back and take a look. His biggest purpose is still to go back and show off.
After all, many of his clansmen had tried to stop him from joining the Western Religion.
He wanted to see if those who had blocked his path back then had made something of themselves.
After bowing again, Cang transformed into a golden light and headed straight for the Human Ancestral Land.
After Cang left, Jieyin Zhunti exchanged a smile.
They were quite satisfied with Cang, but not with his cultivation level; rather, they were satisfied with the Human Race's reproductive ability.
After Cang joined the Western Religion, Jieyin and Zhunti opened a back door for the Human Race, allowing Human Race to continue to reproduce.
Nearly 30,000 years have passed, Human Race has multiplied to hundreds of millions of disciples for the Western Religion.
After discussing it, they decided to let Cang contribute to the Western Religion and strengthen Western Religion.
However, with Nuwa, Chu Feng, Fuxi now possessing powerful cultivation levels, it would be inconvenient for them to go to the Human Race.
Cang was of Human Race origin, so having him work for me was a natural progression.
Time has passed, and the Human Ancestral Land is no longer what it once was.
The tribe expanded several times over, and the sounds of children playing filled the air.
Cang's eyes remained calm. His divine sense swept across the area and found that many familiar faces had long since disappeared, turning into low earthen mounds.
Human lifespan is ultimately too short.
Soon, he spotted a familiar figure.
He was a middle-aged man polishing a stone tool; he was still robust, but his temples were already streaked with gray.
It was Shi, his close friend from childhood.
Although Nuwa asked everyone to Preaching the Dao, Shi's talent for cultivation was not as good as Cang's.
Over the course of nearly 30,000 years, he failed to achieve immortality and naturally aged.
Human lifespan is extremely short; in the Primordial World, hundreds of thousands of years is nothing.
Of course, if Shi's talent were in another world, it would be top-notch.
Although he did not achieve immortality, he still had a lifespan of hundreds of thousands of years, which, if converted to the realms in other novels, would be roughly equivalent to the Mahayana stage. He was responsible for teaching new Human Race.
Just then, Cang, with a haughty smile on his lips, slowly walked over.
Shi sensed the approaching person, looked up, and was first taken aback, then his face lit up with surprise. "Cang? You... you're back?"
They hadn't seen each other for a long time since Cang had defied their objections and resolutely joined the Western Religion.
Cang did not respond to him, but stood with his hands behind his back, emanating the aura of a Golden Immortal, and said calmly, "Shi, it has been many years since we last met, and you have aged considerably, but I have already attained the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, and my lifespan is endless."
He slightly raised his chin, his boast and pity undisguised, and continued, "Look at yourself, and then look at me."
I advised you from the beginning to come with me to the Western Paradise to seek the Supreme Dao, but you were stubborn and even tried to stop me.
Now, your lifespan is nearing its end, and you are still a mortal struggling to survive, while I have become a Golden Immortal! Do you have any regrets?