Honghuang Fuxi: Nuwa, I Want You to Help Me Cultivate, Part 22

Yet after Yuanshi Tianzun and Sect Master Tongtian arrived this time, they too remained silent, keeping an unexpectedly low profile.

Fuxi stroked his chin. Why had Yuanshi Tianzun's temperament become so calm after just a few hundred years apart? It was nothing like him.

Could it be that Fuxi had struck too hard before and knocked something loose in Yuanshi Tianzun's head?

Or had this Hong Huang World's pretentious big shot been beaten into fearing him?

Yet while Fuxi was pondering, Yuanshi Tianzun actually cast him a glance.

That glance was filled with resentment.

For Yuanshi Tianzun, standing quietly in place was itself a form of torture. After all, he was usually extremely high-profile, wishing everyone would come welcome his arrival.

But there was no helping it. He could not defeat Fuxi now.

The moment he got arrogant and clashed with Fuxi, Fuxi might very well beat him up again.

The beating he had received in the valley of Buzhou Mountain had already dealt him a tremendous blow once word spread. He felt as though his lofty bearing had been smashed to pieces.

But that had only been spread far and wide by those loudmouths from the Witch Clan. In truth, most people had never witnessed that battle.

As long as he vehemently denied it, he could pretend it was just a rumor. Whoever dared claim it was not a rumor, he would never let them hear the end of it.

But if Fuxi beat him up again in front of the thousands of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals at Zixiao Palace, he would have no face left to show anyone. The matter might even go down in the annals of Hong Huang history. At that point, he truly would never be able to face anyone again.

Therefore, for the sake of his dignity, Yuanshi Tianzun had been constantly restraining himself, doing his utmost not to look at Fuxi even once.

He diligently meditated and cultivated, determined to strive toward the Quasi-Saint realm. Once he broke through to the Quasi-Saint realm, he could seek Fuxi out and wash away his humiliation.

However, Yuanshi Tianzun had also glanced around earlier, hoping to find traces of the Witch Clan.

Unfortunately, the Witch Clan seemed to have arrived somewhat late this time. He did not spot the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Of course, he was certainly not searching for the Witch Clan with hopeful eyes.

If the Witch Clan had not spread the news everywhere, then even though he had lost to Fuxi, as long as it had not gotten out, their Three Pure Ones would still have been the great figures of the first echelon among the Hong Huang World's Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.

But now, Fuxi alone remained in that entire first echelon. The three members of the Three Pure Ones, along with Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the others, had all become Fuxi's foil, transformed from red blossoms into green leaves in an instant. Yuanshi Tianzun simply could not accept it.

Within the Hong Huang World, some people cared especially deeply about their bearing. These people were famous and powerful, revered by countless others in daily life; every gesture of theirs carried the poise and style of an expert.

Among them, there were mainly three factions most concerned with their bearing.

The Three Pure Ones counted as one faction, with Yuanshi Tianzun serving as the little captain of lofty bearing; Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun counted as another, and Eastern Emperor Taiyi was undoubtedly the one who cared most about it; lastly came Jieyin and Zhunti of the West.

However, Jieyin and Zhunti were still keeping a low profile. After all, in cultivation they could not compare to the Three Pure Ones, and in influence they could not compare to the Witch Clan and Demon Race. They were still in the stage of keeping their heads down and building up.

The Silent Witch Clan and Demon Race

Strictly speaking, Eastern Prince Gong could also be considered a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal with rather lofty bearing. After all, he had been born from the supreme yang qi between Heaven and Earth, and had even received Dao Ancestor Hongjun's investiture, becoming the nominal Head of Male Immortals.

Yet in Fuxi's eyes, Eastern Prince Gong's life resembled that of a clown.

His origin was clearly supreme yang qi, yet his cultivation never reached the pinnacle. Every day, he only thought about getting close to Queen Mother of the West. Such a person possessed no steadfast heart for pursuing the Dao.

Without sufficient strength, merely because Hongjun had granted him the title of Head of Male Immortals, he truly believed he could govern all the immortals of the Hong Huang World. He simply had no self-awareness.

For someone without strength to dare provoke Eastern Emperor Taiyi—one had to say that Eastern Prince Gong possessed a startlingly pure kind of stupidity.

In Fuxi's view, there was only one way to truly seize the right to speak in the Hong Huang World: become a Saint.

Once one became a Saint, one would be qualified to claim a place in the Hong Huang World, gain a voice, and truly win everyone's recognition.

Before becoming a Saint, Fuxi would rein in his sharpness—though, of course, he could only try his best.

As for fellows like Yuanshi Tianzun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who went around asking to be beaten for no reason, Fuxi's attitude toward them was simple.

Do not provoke me. You can put on airs however you like, but if you dare provoke me or Nuwa, then Fuxi could only let them learn what it meant that beyond the heavens, there were still heavens beyond.

Not long after the Three Pure Ones arrived, the Twelve Ancestral Witches hurried over from Buzhou Mountain.

Though the Witch Clan possessed formidable physical bodies, they held no particular advantage in speed. Flying with their bodies alone was not especially fast.

The twelve tall and burly Ancestral Witches crossed the void directly in their physical bodies, presenting quite a distinctive sight.

When Gong Gong arrived before Zixiao Palace, he said in a low voice, "Didn't expect those beasts of the Demon Race to get here first."

Though Gong Gong spoke in a low voice, everyone present was a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. Naturally, they could easily hear what he was saying.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun slightly turned their eyes toward Gong Gong.

Bai Ze and Jiu Ying, meanwhile, fixed Gong Gong with fierce, malevolent glares. They wished they could skin him and pull out his bones.

But Gong Gong had an especially venomous tongue. He looked arrogantly at the Demon Race members and said, "What? You planning to bite me?"

Bai Ze stepped out from among the Demon Race's Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals. "Gong Gong, are you trying to start a war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race?"

Gong Gong said, "Your Demon Race is utterly devoid of conscience. How many of our Witch Clan's people have you slaughtered? I wish we could go to war today and wipe every last one of you from the Demon Race out."

Gong Gong's words ignited the fury of the Demon Race's Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.

Bai Ze said bitterly, "Your Witch Clan treats our Demon Race as rations, slaughtering us as you please. Those weak demons—we have long wanted to march upon Buzhou Mountain and exterminate every last member of your Witch Clan."

Gong Gong roared at Bai Ze, "Then start the war if you have the guts! Your Demon Race is only good at talking big. You can only rely on magical treasures and weapons to put up a fight against our Witch Clan."

Jiu Ying, beside Bai Ze, immediately erupted. Roaring in fury, he charged toward Gong Gong.

Jiu Ying opened his blood-filled maw and roared at Gong Gong, "Do you think our Demon Race dares not go to war? We are merely discussing whether to steam you muscular lumps from the Witch Clan or roast you!"

"Gong Gong, you haven't forgotten what the Chaos Bell tasted like, have you?"

Hearing this, Gong Gong flew into a rage and charged toward Jiu Ying's enormous body. He roared, "Today, I'll tear off your hide and make it into a beastskin robe, so you'll know your Witch Clan grandpas are not to be trifled with!"

Just as Gong Gong and Jiu Ying were about to grapple, Zhu Rong directly said to Dijiang, leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, "Big Brother, why don't we slaughter all these Demon Race Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals right here before Zixiao Palace? Then the Demon Race will be a dragon without a head."

"Gong Gong, do not act rashly!"

Dijiang unleashed a beam of divine light, blocking Gong Gong and preventing him from fighting Jiu Ying.

Di Jun also called out to Jiu Ying, telling him not to make any reckless moves.

"Big Brother, why won't you let me kill Jiu Ying?! His descendants have slain so many of our Witch Clan brethren. Have you forgotten those blood-sea depths of hatred?"

With reddened eyes, Gong Gong roared at Dijiang like a mad wild dog.

Dijiang pressed down hard on Gong Gong's shoulder, leaving him unable to move.

Dijiang said with a grim expression, "I remember. I will remember, no matter when it is. But you must remember: this is a Saint's Daoist Sanctuary, not the Primordial Wilderness."

"If war breaks out with the Demon Race, we can afford to fight!"

"But if we fight here and offend the Saint, then even ten Witch Clans would have to die."

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong lowered their heads and returned to the ranks of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

No matter how reckless they were, they would not do something so foolish.

They bore the entire Witch Clan on their shoulders. If some things were done wrong, it would not be only them who died.

The Demon Race members who heard Dijiang's words also fell silent.

The Witch Clan feared offending the Saint, and so did the Demon Race.

They could fight to the death as they pleased in the Primordial Wilderness, and no one would say anything. But if they made a move at Zixiao Palace and enraged the Saint, they would simply be courting death.

They were not fierce men like Fuxi, who dared to fight anywhere.

Fuxi only had one younger sister, Nuwa, and Nuwa was a Saint's disciple. One way or another, Fuxi counted as someone with connections.

Thus, both the Witch Clan and the Demon Race fell silent, able only to stare coldly at one another.

The plaza before Zixiao Palace had already been filled with Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.

Just as everyone waited for the gates of Zixiao Palace to open, radiant multicolored light suddenly descended from Beyond the Heavens.

As the light faded, Jieyin and Zhunti arrived on the plaza of Zixiao Palace.

This time, they were not late, nor were they dressed in tatters. Instead, they had changed into magnificent Kasayas and swaggered toward the front of the crowd.

The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals were somewhat surprised by the change in their attire. Hadn't these two said the West was barren last time?

What, had the West suddenly shaken off poverty and become rich?

Of course, no one dared question them, because their cultivation had risen from the mid-stage of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal to the Grand Unity Peak. Their strength had reached the level of the Primordial Wilderness's foremost experts.

It had to be said that Jieyin and Zhunti were extraordinarily gifted. To maintain such rapid cultivation progress in the West, where spiritual energy was sparse and treasures were scarce, was something many Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals could not achieve.

But that did not mean the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals present admired Jieyin and Zhunti, because the contrast between the pair's performances during their two visits to Zixiao Palace was simply too stark.

Last time, they had cried poverty. Once they became Saint's disciples, they immediately put on Kasayas. It was rather hypocritical.

Of course, the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals had already recognized their hypocritical natures during the fight over the meditation cushions, so they were not surprised by this change.

Having arrived at the plaza of Zixiao Palace, Jieyin and Zhunti were somewhat surprised by the situation before them.

Ever since they had been taught a lesson by Fuxi outside Zixiao Palace and had two Innate Spiritual Treasures taken from them, they had felt profound humiliation.

In order to wipe away that shame and reclaim both their spiritual treasures and their dignity, the two had immediately entered secluded cultivation upon returning to the West, cultivating day and night without rest.

As a result, they were basically unaware of the major events that had occurred in the Primordial Wilderness over the past thousand years.

Thus, when Jieyin and Zhunti saw the Three Pure Ones standing unobtrusively at the rear of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, they were deeply puzzled.

Meanwhile, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Di Jun, and the others stood silently in the middle of the crowd, which confused the pair even further.

These people clearly all exuded the aura of Grand Unity Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, so why were they standing in such low-key positions?

Had keeping a low profile become fashionable in the Primordial Wilderness?

At the very front of the crowd stood only three people.

They were Fuxi, Nuwa, and the Queen Mother of the West.

The moment Jieyin and Zhunti saw Fuxi, their tempers flared.

What they most wanted to do now was beat Fuxi up, then step on his body and loudly ask, "Do you know how we brothers have spent these years?"

But when they sensed that both Fuxi and Nuwa had reached the Grand Unity Peak of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, their expressions turned solemn.

If Fuxi and Nuwa joined forces, the two brothers might not necessarily be able to defeat them.

As for the Queen Mother of the West, who was only at the late stage of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, they naturally ignored her outright.