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

Wouldn't the selected Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal effectively become the Saint-appointed king of Honghuang?

This position was simply too tempting. Not only would one stand above all the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, but one would also have a Saint backing them. Who would dare provoke them?

Several Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals looked at Hongjun with blazing eyes, filled with longing for the position—Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Jieyin, and Zhunti among them.

But Fuxi, who knew Honghuang History, had not the slightest interest in this position.

King of Honghuang? Nothing more than a toy Hongjun was using for an experiment!

Every Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal in Honghuang had long grown accustomed to ruling like kings and ancestors within their own Daoist Sanctuaries and cave abodes. How could they submit to discipline and obediently follow the orders of another Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal?

Forget the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals—even if Hongjun wanted to forcibly govern all the immortals of Honghuang, he would likely only exhaust himself and gain no gratitude.

Although Hongjun was a Saint and had bestowed the grace of teaching upon these Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, that did not mean he could stand above all the immortals of Honghuang and rule like a tyrant.

The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals yearned to grow stronger, but they also enjoyed lives of unrestrained freedom.

Whoever dared strip them of that freedom would turn them into bitter enemies.

Thus, this position looked like a sweet pastry, but in truth, it was a thankless burden.

To complete the Dao Ancestor's task, one had to be prepared to offend all the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals of Honghuang. Fail the task, and one would face the Dao Ancestor's disappointment.

Therefore, not everyone looked at Hongjun with fiery anticipation. Quite a number of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals were even deeply disgusted by the position Fuxi had described.

Still, since it was a Saint who had spoken, these Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals could not say much. They still had to give the Saint some face.

Hongjun spoke.

"Eastern Prince Gong, your true form is the first wisp of supreme yang qi between Heaven and Earth. I grant you the position of Head of Male Immortals, responsible for managing the male immortals of Honghuang."

"Queen Mother of the West, I grant you the position of Head of Female Immortals, responsible for managing the female immortals of Honghuang."

The moment Hongjun finished speaking, the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals of Honghuang erupted like a pot thrown into a boil, voices rising in heated discussion.

"What? Eastern Prince Gong will be the Head of Male Immortals? He's only a late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal—what gives him the right?!"

"What supreme yang qi? He has neither strength nor prestige. What makes him qualified to manage the immortals of Honghuang?!"

"Rather than send a late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal like him to manage us, they might as well send someone powerful like Fuxi."

When Fuxi heard someone mention his name, he was both startled and furious. Wasn't this shoving him straight into a fire pit?

Yet after looking behind him for quite a while, he could not find whoever had called his name, leaving him rather depressed.

Fortunately, Hongjun had already chosen Eastern Prince Gong, so he presumably would not change his mind.

Eastern Prince Gong, upon learning that the Dao Ancestor had selected him, was ecstatic. He bowed deeply to Hongjun and said, "Many thanks for the Dao Ancestor's favor. I, Donghua, will certainly not disappoint the Dao Ancestor's expectations."

Queen Mother of the West, meanwhile, offered her thanks with some nervousness and worry. "Many thanks, Dao Ancestor. Queen Mother of the West will certainly do her utmost."

One man and one woman—two people, two emotions, two answers.

Eastern Prince Gong, chosen by the Dao Ancestor, felt that his fortunes had finally turned. His life was about to soar into the heavens in a single flight, and he would become one of Honghuang's great powers. His heart churned with excitement.

But Queen Mother of the West did not see it that way.

Among the female immortals of Honghuang, there were plenty of female Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals stronger than her and with deeper backing than her. Queen Mother of the West was utterly ordinary among the female Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals. What prestige did she possess to govern the immortals of Honghuang?

Therefore, Queen Mother of the West did not see this as an opportunity, but as crushing pressure—a thankless burden she simply could not bear.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun did not care what the two of them thought. He glanced at them and said slowly, "Managing the immortals of Honghuang requires strength and prestige. Since the two of you lack sufficient strength, I shall bestow treasures upon you."

As he spoke, a golden staff appeared in Hongjun's hand. The grip was carved with a dragon's head, while delicate dragon scales were engraved along the shaft.

The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals in the hall sensed its aura. The Nine Dragon Golden Staff was unmistakably a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, its might extraordinary.

A Saint bestowing treasures—how could the immortals not envy them?

"Eastern Prince Gong, this is the Nine Dragon Golden Staff I used before attaining the Dao. Today, I bestow it upon you. I hope you will properly govern the male immortals of Honghuang and bring peace to all living beings."

Hongjun raised his hand, and the Nine Dragon Golden Staff floated before Eastern Prince Gong.

Eastern Prince Gong accepted the Nine Dragon Golden Staff, his arms trembling with excitement. He said to Hongjun with immense gratitude, "Many thanks, Dao Ancestor. I, Donghua, will devote myself utterly and die only after giving my all for the Dao Ancestor."

It had to be said that although Eastern Prince Gong was quite afraid of death, he was rather skilled at speaking pretty words on formal occasions.

At those words, Hongjun nodded approvingly from atop the azure cloud.

Immediately afterward, Hongjun drew a small white banner from his sleeve and said, "Queen Mother of the West, I bestow upon you this Western Cloud Realm Plain Colored Banner, formed from a leaf of the Chaos Green Lotus. I hope you can coordinate the female immortals of Honghuang and bring harmony among all living beings."

Although Queen Mother of the West did not particularly wish to accept the position arranged by the Dao Ancestor, she lacked the courage to reject his arrangement and could only resign herself to it.

Moreover, she liked the Western Cloud Realm Plain Colored Banner bestowed by the Dao Ancestor. Amid her helplessness, a trace of delight was added.

"Many thanks, Dao Ancestor."

Queen Mother of the West bowed to Hongjun in thanks.

The many female immortals of Honghuang looked at Queen Mother of the West with envious eyes, for the Plain Colored Banner had likewise reached the rank of a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

However, Queen Mother of the West was on good terms with many female immortals of Honghuang, so their gazes held mostly envy rather than excessive jealousy.

Yet many male immortals of Honghuang did not know Eastern Prince Gong at all, and their cultivation was even a level higher than his. Naturally, they did not much acknowledge him.

But all of this had been arranged by the Dao Ancestor. Having just witnessed a Saint make his move, the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals naturally did not dare raise objections to the Dao Ancestor. They could only grumble a few words inwardly.

Moreover, the many Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals grew even more respectful toward the Dao Ancestor, because Hongjun was extravagantly wealthy, casually bestowing two Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Some Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals thought that they should flatter the Dao Ancestor more often.

What if the Dao Ancestor was pleased and rewarded them with one or two Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures? Wouldn't they then have treasures to sever the Three Corpses with?

Since they were treasures bestowed by the Dao Ancestor, Eastern Prince Gong and Queen Mother of the West refined them with great ease. Before long, they had refined the Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures in their hands and left behind their own imprints.

Eastern Prince Gong Shows Off His Prowess

Seeing that the Head of Male Immortals and Head of Female Immortals he had appointed had already refined the treasures he bestowed, Hongjun waved his hand and moved the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals within the hall out of Zixiao Palace.

"We respectfully bid farewell to the Dao Ancestor!"

The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals all respectfully saluted the gradually fading Zixiao Palace.

As Zixiao Palace withdrew into the void, some Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals—such as the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhunti—began returning to the primordial world, intending to go back to their abodes, digest the gains they had obtained from listening to the Dao at Zixiao Palace, and break through in cultivation.

Yet two groups remained gathered in the void: the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun, the two Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals of the Demon Race.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches hovered in the void, their Sha Qi soaring to the heavens and their expressions solemn.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun had transformed into two fireballs of different colors. Within them, two enormous Golden Crows beat their wings, their bearing utterly unmatched.

The two races had already clashed in the plaza before Zixiao Palace, but fearing they might offend the Saint, they had both chosen to stop.

Now that the Saint had departed with Zixiao Palace, neither race could suppress the hatred and fury in their hearts any longer. They confronted each other in the void.

The standoff between the two races drew many onlookers, including Fuxi, Nuwa, Queen Mother of the West, and others.

Dijiang, foremost among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, possessed the densest Sha Qi. Looking at Di Jun, he said, "Di Jun, are you prepared to wage war against us?"

Di Jun drew out the River Diagram and Luo Shu, then said in a deep voice, "Dijiang, my Demon Race is absolutely not made up of cowards. If you wish to fight, then we fight! Until one side dies!"

Whether it was the Twelve Ancestral Witches or Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, neither side was truly confident of defeating the other.

But their conflict had already escalated to this extent, and both sides had reasons they could not avoid fighting.

Then, amid this tense atmosphere, a figure rushed toward Fuxi's group.

"Queen Mother of the West, why didn't you wait for me?"

Eastern Prince Gong rode a streak of crimson immortal light as he chased after Queen Mother of the West beside Fuxi.

Queen Mother of the West found this utterly baffling. She asked, "Why should I wait for you?"

Eastern Prince Gong said righteously, "The Saint appointed you and me as the Heads of Male and Female Immortals. Naturally, he hopes that we will work together to govern the immortal beings of the primordial world."

But Queen Mother of the West did not agree with Eastern Prince Gong's explanation. "The Saint never said that. Men and women are different; it is enough for each of us to manage our own affairs."

Hearing Queen Mother of the West's words, Eastern Prince Gong's face turned pale and red by turns, and for a moment, he was rendered speechless.

Fuxi, standing at Queen Mother of the West's side, said, "It's only an empty title, yet you insist on wielding a chicken feather as an imperial arrow."

"Fuxi, what did you say?! What do you mean, wielding a chicken feather as an imperial arrow? I am doing my part for the Saint! Saying that is gross disrespect toward the Saint!"

The moment he heard Fuxi's words, Eastern Prince Gong was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He immediately flew into a rage.

Fuxi looked at the furious Eastern Prince Gong and said with a smile, "I didn't name anyone. Why is someone volunteering to fit himself into the description?"

"Don't use the Saint as an excuse whenever something happens. If you want to govern the immortal beings of the primordial world, you must rely on your own strength to win people over."

Having lived through the internet age in his previous life, Fuxi naturally knew very well how to use barbed insinuations to make hypocrites lose their composure.

Around Fuxi, quite a few male Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals who had heard him silently nodded. What Fuxi said perfectly matched their own view of Eastern Prince Gong.

Seeing the reactions of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals around him, Eastern Prince Gong wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground. He had lost all face.

Yet Eastern Prince Gong's skin was fairly thick. In a firm tone, he said, "Fuxi, stop with your sarcastic insinuations. Since the Dao Ancestor entrusted me with the duty of governing the male immortals of the primordial world, then whenever turmoil arises in the primordial world, I will do my utmost to quell it!"

"No matter what my strength may be, I will press forward without hesitation to fulfill the Saint's arrangements!"

Hearing Eastern Prince Gong's impassioned speech, Fuxi felt that he had been born in the wrong era.

If Eastern Prince Gong had been born into the workplace, he would certainly have been a master at flattering his superiors.

However, Fuxi had his own way of dealing with hypocrites like Eastern Prince Gong, who only knew how to shout slogans.

Fuxi lightly applauded Eastern Prince Gong and praised, "As expected of Eastern Prince Gong. Your words have nearly moved me to tears."

"You just said that as long as turmoil arose in the primordial world, you would step in to quell it?"

Eastern Prince Gong nodded and answered, "That's right, because it is my duty!"

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Fuxi's mouth. Pointing at the Witch Clan and Demon Race confronting each other, he said, "The Witch Clan and Demon Race are about to go to war. Do you dare stop them? The Witch-Demon War could very well leave the living beings of the primordial world strewn like fallen leaves."

"I..."

Eastern Prince Gong was at a loss for words.

Fuxi was digging a pit for him—a bottomless pit at that.

He was only at the late stage of Zenith Heaven. What could he use to stop the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the two peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals of the Demon Race from fighting?

"What, are you afraid? You no longer dare to devote yourself wholeheartedly and brave boiling water and blazing fire for the Saint?"

Fuxi asked, amusement gleaming in his eyes.