Fuxi's Dao Heart Shatters, Hongjun Opens a Parenting Cram School!

Fuxi felt his head buzzing.

It was as if ten thousand ancient dragon elephants had trampled him, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

His Way of Deduction, the skill he was most proud of his entire life, was shattered before this infant.

A soft, milky "draw a turtle."

A naive "play pinwheel."

It was that simple.

He looked at his River Diagram and Luo Script, the ultimate Innate Spiritual Treasure that he had cultivated with his very life, now being treated by Lin Shen as a common black and white pinwheel, spun around and around by his chubby little hands.

With every rotation, the laws on Kunlun Mountain's peak would become chaotic for a moment.

The stars in the sky would flicker a few times.

This wasn't playing with a pinwheel?

This was clearly toying with the Heavenly Secrets!

Yet, the little fellow played with a happy expression, giggling all the way.

Not a shred of karma or sin clung to him.

It was as if, before him, the Heavenly Secrets were merely a worthless toy.

"Pfft—"

The more Fuxi thought about it, the more indignant he felt, and he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

His face turned as pale as paper.

"Brother!"

Nuwa cried out in alarm and quickly stepped forward to support him.

A stream of pure Qi of Creation flowed into his body, helping to stabilize his Dao Heart, which was on the verge of shattering.

"Why are you spitting blood again?"

Nuwa was both anxious and angry.

Her own brother was a top-tier powerhouse in the Primordial World, yet here on Kunlun Mountain, he was like a porcelain doll, shattering at the slightest touch?

Fuxi waved his hand, weakly pointing at Lin Shen, who was still happily spinning his "pinwheel."

His lips trembled, and for a long time, he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

"He... he... my Dao..."

"Hahaha! Drawing turtles!"

Tongtian Jiaozhu burst into unrestrained laughter.

"What happened to your Dao? Did you realize drawing turtles has no future and decided to switch to learning swordsmanship from me?"

These words were like poisoned knives, stabbing Fuxi's heart again.

He looked at Tongtian Jiaozhu's schadenfreude-filled face, so enraged that his vision darkened, and he almost fainted on the spot.

"Third Brother!"

Although Yuanshi Tianzun was inwardly delighted, he maintained an appearance of authority.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi is a guest, how can you be so rude?"

He criticized verbally, but the slight upward curve of his lips and his shoulders trembling like a sieve completely betrayed him.

The Grand Pure One Laozi turned his back, pretending to study the clouds in the distance.

He muttered, "The clouds rolling and unrolling today carry a profound meaning of the Great Dao. Hmm, very good, very good."

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor, watched this scene, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

He finally understood.

Kunlun Mountain was Fuxi's nemesis, his tribulation.

He walked to Fuxi's side, and a gentle Sage's Dao resonance enveloped him.

Fuxi's turbulent Primordial Spirit instantly calmed down.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, there's no need to be concerned," Hongjun said gently. "The young friend is innocent and pure of heart, his words and actions are the true essence of the Great Dao, and he has no ill intentions."

These words were outwardly comforting.

But inwardly, they were a warning: Stop having ideas about this little fellow; you really can't afford to play with him.

Fuxi, being exceptionally intelligent, naturally understood the hidden meaning.

He smiled bitterly and cupped his fists. "It was my rashness, my Dao Heart was unstable, causing all fellow Daoists to laugh."

Then, he cast a glance at Lin Shen, who was still playing with his "pinwheel," with eyes filled with reverence, fear, and despair.

He had made up his mind.

From today on, I'm sealing my Way of Deduction.

No more calculating Heavenly Secrets!

It's boring, truly boring.

After all my hard work deducing for billions of years, it's not as direct as a single sentence from a little infant.

What's the point of all this?

"Ahem!"

Hongjun cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention and thus rescuing Fuxi.

He looked at the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa with a solemn expression.

He slowly said, "This time, I have attained the Dao. I feel the hardship of all beings in the Primordial World seeking the Dao, so I have decided that after a thousand years, in Zixiao Palace beyond the Thirty-three Heavens, I will lecture on the Great Dao, illuminating the path for those who are fated."

A Sage lecturing on the Dao!

As soon as this news broke, even Primordial Golden Immortals like the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa were shaken.

This was the very first time since the creation of heaven and earth!

Hongjun was about to formally establish his status as the Mystic Gate's Dao Ancestor.

"At that time, I hope all fellow Daoists will bring the little friend along."

Hongjun's gaze finally fell on Lin Shen.

His eyes were filled with affection and anticipation.

"The little friend's seat will be at the head of all beings."

He had said this once before.

Now, saying it again in front of Fuxi, its meaning was entirely different.

This was a declaration to the entire Primordial World, announcing the transcendent status of this junior disciple from Kunlun Mountain.

"Fellow Daoist, rest assured, we will arrive on time in a thousand years."

The Grand Pure One Laozi, representing everyone, nodded in agreement.

"Good."

Hongjun nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at the harmonious Kunlun Mountain, then at Lin Shen, who was spinning the River Diagram and Luo Script like a pinwheel and using the Jade Staff of Creation as a knocking stick.

A thought suddenly struck him.

He smiled and said, "This thousand years, not too long, not too short. I see the little friend is intelligent, lively, and adorable, and I am very fond of him. How about this: for these thousand years, I will also temporarily stay at Kunlun."

"Firstly, I can often discuss the Dao with my fellow Daoists and verify our learnings."

"Secondly..."

A foxy smile appeared on Hongjun's face.

"I can also help you all in teaching the little friend, giving him enlightenment. It could be considered... a special session, a Parenting Cram School, how about it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa instantly changed.

Tongtian Jiaozhu was the first to jump up: "What? You're staying? And you want to hold a cram school for my disciple?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

"My disciple should play! Why study! Don't try to impose your rules and regulations on my disciple!"

Yuanshi Tianzun also frowned.

Although Hongjun was a Sage, when it came to his disciple's "right to education," he would not yield an inch.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, we have our own methods for teaching Lin Shen, so there's no need for you to worry."

Nuwa even more warily pulled Lin Shen closer into her embrace.

What a joke!

This old man saw they couldn't compete with her, so he was going to step in and snatch the child himself?

This was unacceptable!

Meanwhile, Lin Shen was engrossed in spinning his "pinwheel."

His little face was flushed, and his eyes sparkled.

Occasionally, he would look up at the serious expressions of the adults, tilt his head, and look confused.

What were they talking about?

What was this cram school?

It didn't sound like a good thing.

In an instant, the atmosphere that had just eased became tense again.

Kunlun Mountain's first "Parenting Sovereignty Defense War" seemed on the verge of breaking out between one Sage and four Primordial Golden Immortals!