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

West, Mount Sumeru.

Mount Sumeru, the foremost divine mountain between heaven and earth in the West.

This mountain is the dojo of Jieyin and Zhunti.

However, unlike Fuxi's Phoenix Perch Mountain, which is a tranquil dojo, Mount Sumeru is exceptionally lively due to the abundance of spiritual beings.

The spiritual beings on Mount Sumeru are basically all disciples of Jieyin and Zhunti, responsible for worshipping and serving the two of them.

Although Jieyin and Zhunti repeatedly claimed the West to be barren, the palaces and towers on Mount Sumeru were decorated magnificently and grandly, with golden carvings and glazed ornaments everywhere.

Inside the palaces, they were adorned with various treasures filled with immortal energy. Spirit fruits were placed on the tables, and rare spirit sandalwood was burned within the halls.

If Hongyun were to visit the West and see the decor here, he would probably be angered to death by Jieyin and Zhunti.

Despite Hongyun having sympathized with Jieyin and Zhunti so much before, these two were wearing beggar's rags while living in a mansion, making them far wealthier than Hongyun.

At this moment, Jieyin and Zhunti had just returned to Mount Sumeru.

After being collectively worshipped by their disciples, Jieyin and Zhunti entered their palace.

"Sigh, I really don't know why Teacher chose Eastern Prince Gong as the Head of Male Immortals. Clearly, both of us are pure Yang beings, and our West is so pitiful. We should be the ones to be the Head of Male Immortals!"

Jieyin drank a cup of Nectar and Jade Dew, saying somewhat dejectedly.

Zhunti played with a string of jade beads of the Acquired Spiritual Treasures grade, shaking his head and saying, "Who says not! How is that Eastern Prince Gong qualified to be the Head of Male Immortals? He's a late-stage Grand Unity who spends all day fawning over Queen Mother of the West."

Jieyin said, "However, the good news is that the position of Head of Male Immortals wasn't given to Fuxi, otherwise we would be in trouble."

"Mm, it seems the Sages have also grown weary of this Fuxi. This is a good thing."

Zhunti replied.

Jieyin said excitedly, "This time when we fought Fuxi, I felt that Fuxi wasn't that strong. We didn't even get injured much."

"Exactly! After we cultivate for another thousand years, we'll definitely be able to defeat Fuxi!"

Zhunti's mood also became excited at the thought of a chance for revenge against Fuxi.

As the two conversed, their smooth heads gleamed under the illumination of the palace's bright pearls, even appearing somewhat dazzling.

"However, I didn't expect to have a pleasant surprise when we returned to the West."

Jieyin said, releasing a robust, muscular man from his sleeve.

The muscular man's face looked somewhat haggard, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

If Fuxi were present, he would naturally recognize this man as his disciple, Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming had suffered under Jieyin and Zhunti when he was captured earlier, so he dared not be arrogant. Instead, he respectfully asked the two:

"May I ask, seniors, where is this place?"

Jieyin and Zhunti smiled calmly, "This is the West's foremost divine mountain, Mount Sumeru."

"May I ask why you two seniors captured me here? Could you please let this junior go?"

Zhao Gongming's heart was still somewhat steady as he tried to negotiate with Jieyin and Zhunti, seeking a way to survive.

A mysterious smile appeared on Zhunti's lips as he said, "Letting you go is impossible. However, you are very lucky, young man. We two Grand Unity Golden Immortals have decided to take you as our disciple. From now on, you will stay here on Mount Sumeru."

Jieyin and Zhunti had expected Zhao Gongming to be overjoyed and deeply grateful upon hearing that he would be taken as a disciple by Grand Unity Golden Immortals. However, Zhao Gongming's reaction exceeded their expectations.

"What? Take me as a disciple? Impossible!"

Zhao Gongming's expression turned serious, and he said calmly, "Seniors, please don't joke. I, Zhao Gongming, already have a master. I am currently on my way to find my master."

"I would be very grateful if you two seniors would send me back."

"Hm?"

Zhunti's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. He said, "You don't want to become my disciple? Do you know that we are both peak Grand Unity Golden Immortals, and also disciples of Sage Hongjun?"

Zhao Gongming was somewhat surprised to hear Zhunti's introduction, but he still replied, unmoved, "I said, I won't become your disciple, I have a master!"

Zhao Gongming had roamed the Honghuang for three thousand years. Although his cultivation was only at the Heavenly Immortal level, he was very clear about how terrifying the strength of Jieyin and Zhunti was.

But Zhao Gongming was by no means someone who fawned over power. His heart was upright.

Chapter Forty-Three: All of Mount Sumeru are Tonsured

To Zhao Gongming, Fuxi was his great benefactor.

When he was being besieged by a pack of jackals, Fuxi had intervened and saved his life. This was a life-saving grace.

When he failed his Form Transformation and was in despair, Fuxi had helped him with his Form Transformation. This was a grace of transformation.

Furthermore, Fuxi had also taught him cultivation techniques and guided his practice. This was a grace of teaching.

Fuxi's kindness to Zhao Gongming was so immense that he naturally wouldn't forget it and would deeply remember it.

Therefore, for the past three thousand years, no matter what powerful Daoists wanted to take him as a disciple, he had firmly refused.

To him, the journey of a million miles and the three thousand years of travel were all tests from Fuxi.

He would complete this test and become Fuxi's disciple; this was his pursuit.

If he had the chance, he would gladly serve Fuxi like an ox or horse to repay his kindness.

Therefore, no matter who Jieyin and Zhunti were, or how powerful their backgrounds were, they couldn't change Zhao Gongming's heart, which longed to become Fuxi's disciple.

But Jieyin and Zhunti were no benevolent figures; how could they let Zhao Gongming have his way?

Jieyin asked, "Who is your teacher? What is his Daoist title? To make you so persistent, unwilling to become our disciples."

When Jieyin asked, Zhao Gongming was left speechless, because he didn't even know Fuxi's name.

Zhao Gongming hesitated and stammered, "This..."

"Hmm?"

A cold light flashed in Jieyin's eyes as he walked towards Zhao Gongming and asked face-to-face, "Did you just make up a master?"

"No, I just..."

Zhao Gongming stammered, unsure of what to say.

Zhunti stared at Zhao Gongming and said menacingly, "You claim to have a master, yet you don't even know his name? You truly are a good disciple."

Zhao Gongming replied nervously, "I really have a master, I just forgot. My master is very powerful."

"Nonsense!"

Jieyin suddenly roared, startling Zhao Gongming into turning pale.

"You, a Heavenly Immortal, dare to try and deceive two Grand Unity Golden Immortals like us? I think you're ungrateful!"

Zhao Gongming's face was pale; he had never seen such a situation.

Zhunti let out a cold laugh and said, "Whether you have a master or not is irrelevant."

"Whether you have a master or not, you will eventually be willing to become our disciple."

"Guard!"

A disciple, even taller than Zhao Gongming, entered the hall from outside and knelt on one knee towards Jieyin and Zhunti, asking, "What are your orders, two masters?"

Jieyin pointed at Zhao Gongming and said, "This is your future junior brother. For now, you will take him to experience the scenery of our Mount Sumeru."

Hearing Jieyin's words, Zhao Gongming panicked. He shouted loudly, "I don't want to be your disciple! Send me back to Buzhou Mountain quickly!"

As he spoke, Zhao Gongming retreated, trying to seize the opportunity to escape.

But the burly disciple instantly appeared beside Zhao Gongming, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him like a small chicken, carrying him out of the hall.

"Let me go! You two detestable baldies! My master won't let you get away with this!"

Zhao Gongming roared towards the hall.

"Slap!"

He couldn't see what happened, but two slap marks appeared on Zhao Gongming's face.

The slaps made Zhao Gongming's head spin, and his face burned with pain.

The burly disciple glanced at him coldly and said, "Stop struggling. Behave yourself and quickly agree to become a disciple; you'll suffer less."

"I won't become a disciple! I have a master!"

Zhao Gongming struggled fiercely in the burly disciple's grasp, but he couldn't break free.

He weakly threatened, "If you don't let me go, my master will definitely come here!"

"Let your master come. Even if the King of Heaven himself came to our Mount Sumeru, he'd have to kneel and be beaten!"

Jieyin's voice echoed from the hall, resounding across Mount Sumeru.

The disciples on Mount Sumeru praised in unison:

"Master is mighty!"

"Patriarch is mighty!"

However, a newly arrived young Taoist asked his senior brother, "Senior brother, why doesn't our Patriarch have any hair?"

The young Taoist's senior brother hesitated for a moment and said, "I remember, our Patriarch used to have hair on his head..."

Many disciples were puzzled by the changes in Jieyin and Zhunti's hairstyles.

Suddenly, Zhunti's voice came from the hall:

"From this day forward, all disciples of Mount Sumeru shall be tonsured!"

Zhunti's voice echoed throughout Mount Sumeru.

The faces of all the Taoists on Mount Sumeru turned grim, their expressions soured like bitter gourds.

"Hahaha, a bunch of baldies!"

Zhao Gongming seized the opportunity to mock them, his hearty laughter causing the disciples on Mount Sumeru to collectively have a surge in blood pressure.

"Shut up! You'll become a baldy too!"

The burly disciple slapped Zhao Gongming directly on the head, and Zhao Gongming fell silent.