Honghuang Fuxi: Nuwa, I Want You to Help Me Cultivate

Because the Chaos Bell is Eastern Emperor Taiyi's accompanying spiritual treasure, a treasure he has used since childhood, how could he allow Fuxi to refine it?

If Fuxi wants the Chaos Bell, he probably has to kill Eastern Emperor Taiyi first.

But by then, the Witch-Demon War would likely turn into a war between the Demon Race and Phoenix Perch Mountain.

Although Fuxi's cultivation has reached the peak of Grand Unity Golden Immortal, the Demon Race also has quite a few Grand Unity Golden Immortals. If they were to gang up on him, he truly wouldn't be able to withstand it alone.

Thinking of Hongmeng Purple Qi made Fuxi feel a bit down.

Almost all of the Hongmeng Purple Qi was held in Hongjun's hands. For others to obtain it, they either had to become Hongjun's disciple or be close to him.

Fuxi himself not having become Hongjun's disciple had already been an affront to Hongjun; moreover, Fuxi had grudges with all of Hongjun's disciples except Nuwa.

It could be said that Fuxi's relationship with Hongjun was very distant. How could Hongjun possibly give Fuxi any Hongmeng Purple Qi?

Could he only wait for a surprise from the system?

Fuxi thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a solution.

In reality, he felt that if he were Hongjun, he certainly wouldn't be willing to give Fuxi any Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Thinking further was useless, so Fuxi began to wander aimlessly throughout the boundless Honghuang.

Sometimes Fuxi walked on the vast land under the moonlight, and sometimes he strolled in the depths of the nine heavens.

When Fuxi arrived at a deep mountain forest, he encountered a struggle between jungle beasts.

The two sides of this beastly conflict were a pack of jackals and a leopard that was entirely black.

The leopard was clearly more robust, but it was outnumbered and couldn't handle so many snarling jackals at once.

Even though the black leopard could bite a jackal's neck the moment it was attacked, the other jackals would swarm it, tearing and scratching at the black leopard.

Despite the black leopard's desperate struggle, the pack of wolves was clearly more terrifying. They would distract the black leopard while other jackals attacked it.

The black leopard roared towards the sky, wanting to escape the jackals' encirclement, but the pack of jackals swarmed it, and over a dozen jackals knocked the black leopard to the ground.

Ignoring the pain in its body, the black leopard struggled fiercely, trying to push away and shake off the jackals on top of it, but the pack of jackals bit down hard on its fur, making it impossible to shake them off.

The black leopard was torn and bleeding all over, its bones nearly exposed.

The black leopard struggled desperately, but the jackals' fangs were deeply embedded in its flesh, rendering it powerless to struggle.

"Roar!"

The black leopard, in pain and anger, roared towards the sky, its cry carrying a hint of sorrow and indignation.

The black leopard had roamed the mountains and forests for decades, yet it never expected to die at the mouths of a pack of jackals.

In fact, its strength far surpassed these jackals, but it had just experienced a thunder tribulation, a thunder tribulation for a beast's Form Transformation.

Unfortunately, its cultivation was too shallow, and it simply didn't have the strength for Form Transformation. Instead, it was severely injured by the tribulation.

These jackals had been hiding in the nearby jungle and took advantage of its weakened state to ambush it.

Like a tiger fallen into shallow waters being bullied by dogs, how tragic was this situation.

The black leopard's strength gradually waned. It bled profusely, its blood dyeing the muddy ground a deep crimson. Its Blood Essence was depleting, its strength failing, and its spirit weakening.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a hoarse tiger roar, a jackal lunged fiercely onto the black leopard's head. The robust black leopard was knocked off balance and fell heavily to the ground.

To have cultivated diligently for a thousand years, enduring countless winds and rains, only to end up as food for these jackals—how tragic.

The black leopard suddenly filled with resentment towards this world, resenting the injustice of the Heavenly Dao and the misfortune of its fate.

The jackals ferociously tore at the black leopard's flesh. The black leopard, pinned beneath them, was on its last breath, only able to exhale weakly.

"Absorb!"

This sudden voice surprised both the black leopard and the jackals. However, the jackals quickly discovered that they were being pulled by a powerful suction force.

At this moment, the jackals became somewhat panicked. While they wanted to kill the black leopard, they certainly valued their own lives more.

Thus, they all abandoned their attack on the black leopard and began to flee.

The black leopard lay weakly on the ground. In its daze, it saw a glazed gourd suspended high in the sky, emitting an irresistible suction force towards the pack of jackals.

The jackals tried to dig their claws into the ground, but they were still powerless against the strong suction force, leaving scratch marks on the ground.

Despite the jackals' howls, their bodies were sucked into the air by the gourd.

The bodies of the jackals gradually shrank and were directly absorbed into the gourd, where they were melted into ashes.

The black leopard was somewhat confused as to why it wasn't sucked into the gourd by the suction force.

"Do you want to live?"

An unfamiliar voice echoed in the black leopard's mind.

"Yes..."

The black leopard replied, panting.

A stream of immortal light descended from the sky and struck the black leopard's body, repairing it, replenishing its Blood Essence, and nourishing its spirit.

Fuxi walked up to the black leopard, holding the gourd.

Looking at the young man in the white robe before him, the black tiger prostrated itself on the ground devoutly and said to Fuxi:

"Thank you, senior, for saving my life."

Chapter 27: Zhao Gongming Seeks Apprenticeship

Fuxi smiled as he looked at the black tiger, whose injuries had already recovered, and said, "No need for thanks."

Fuxi's act of saving the black tiger was not a mere coincidence.

From the moment he first saw the black tiger, he had calculated its fate.

Although the black tiger appeared to have mediocre cultivation and had even failed its Form Transformation, Fuxi discovered that its destiny was incredibly convoluted and entangled with karma, indicating it was no ordinary small demon beast.

Fuxi recalled the history of Honghuang and gradually understood the black tiger's identity.

Zhao Gongming, a disciple of Sect Master Tongtian of the Intercepting Sect, was originally a black tiger.

Fuxi deduced that this black tiger indeed had some karmic connection with Sect Master Tongtian.

Thinking that he had actually encountered Zhao Gongming during his Form Transformation stage, Fuxi found it somewhat miraculous.

This was because, in his past life, Fuxi had developed a strong liking for Zhao Gongming while reading Honghuang novels.

It was a pity that, as a disciple of the Intercepting Sect, he had tragically died during the Investiture of the Gods, becoming the God of Wealth on the Investiture of the Gods list, a truly miserable fate.

In this life, Fuxi had met Zhao Gongming early and naturally did not wish to stand by and watch him perish.

Since he had formed a karmic connection with this Zhao Gongming, it wouldn't be a bad idea to take him under his wing.

When Fuxi visited Wuzhuang Temple, he saw the young Taoist disciples playing and laughing, which he found very amusing, and it sparked the idea of establishing his own power.

Of course, Fuxi's desire to establish a power was not solely to liven up the atmosphere on Phoenix Perch Mountain.

In fact, the idea of establishing a power had been carefully considered by Fuxi.

Among the driving forces behind Fuxi's desire to establish a power was the pursuit of opportunities.

In the early stages of Honghuang, everyone was vying for opportunities, and they could all participate directly.

However, in the mid to late stages of Honghuang, while opportunities still existed, major powers began to focus on luck and merit.

To profit from great calamities and grand opportunities, having a power was an indispensable means.

With a power, Fuxi and Nuwa wouldn't need to personally intervene in many matters; they could simply stand behind their disciples and support them.

And Zhao Gongming became Fuxi's first attempt at establishing a power.

However, the black tiger was currently unaware of its name or destiny. It was merely a fallen demon beast that had failed its Form Transformation and had just recovered from its injuries.

The black tiger slightly raised its head to observe the young man's physique, feeling that he was unfathomably profound and exuded a terrifying aura, clearly a senior expert.

It then recalled how its near-death body had been easily healed by this young man, realizing that this senior must have some goodwill towards it, and perhaps this was an opportunity for it.

With this thought, the black tiger directly knelt before Fuxi and said, "Please, senior, accept me as your disciple!"

Fuxi was somewhat surprised. He had expected to have to proactively invite Zhao Gongming to become his disciple, but he hadn't anticipated Zhao Gongming would offer to become his disciple so readily.

Fuxi shook his head and chuckled. They all said Zhao Gongming was bold and generous; he had thought he would be a rough and burly fellow, but he didn't expect him to be so adept at latching onto powerful figures at a time like this.

"I can take you as my disciple, but you must pass my test first."

Fuxi said calmly.

The black tiger's head touched the ground, and it said devoutly, "Please state your test, senior. This junior will certainly strive to complete it."

Fuxi pointed to the east and said, "My dojo is on Phoenix Perch Mountain, near Buzhou Mountain. If you can reach my dojo in three thousand years, I will accept you as my disciple."

Fuxi's test seemed simple.

Although this jungle was tens of millions of miles away from Phoenix Perch Mountain, the black tiger was, after all, a beast with abundant stamina, capable of running thousands of miles a day with ease.

A peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal like Fuxi could even travel back and forth in an instant.

But the difficulty lay not in the journey itself, but in the dangers and trials along the way.

The tens of millions of miles from here to Phoenix Perch Mountain were infested with countless demons and monsters.

These demons and monsters were subservient to Fuxi, but they would heavily prey on a small demon like the black tiger, which had not yet undergone Form Transformation.

If the black tiger did not diligently improve its cultivation along the way, it would be trapped halfway, either becoming a pile of bones or a common small demon.

Seeing the black tiger's devout attitude, Fuxi sent a beam of pure light towards it.

The pure light struck the top of the black tiger's head, and its fur began to retract into its flesh, revealing bronze skin.

The black tiger gradually transformed from a quadrupedal beast into a robust, strong man.

The black tiger stood up excitedly, jumping and skipping, walking with a powerful stride.

Previously, the black tiger had been severely injured and disheveled by the Thunder Tribulation while attempting Form Transformation.

Now, with Fuxi's help, the black tiger easily underwent Form Transformation, even bypassing the Thunder Tribulation, which demonstrated Fuxi's immense power.

A casual beam of light having such a miraculous effect was enough to make Fuxi seem like a senior comparable to an immortal in the black tiger's eyes.

It made up its mind that it must travel to Phoenix Perch Mountain and become this senior's disciple.