Honghuang Fuxi: Nuwa, I need your help to cultivate

He called out to Fuxi in his heart:

"Master, come save me! I don't want to go bald!"

Inside the hall on Mount Sumeru, Jieyin suddenly felt a pang of unease.

He looked at Zhunti and asked, "That brat doesn't really have a powerful master, does he?"

"There's no powerful Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal near Buzhou Mountain. He's probably bluffing us."

Zhunti replied.

Jieyin nodded in agreement. "True. The cultivation method he practices is very ordinary. Even if he has a master, they can't be that strong."

Zhunti said, "For now, the priority is to digest the Quasi-Saint path our Master passed down to us and break through to Quasi-Saint as soon as possible."

"Mm!"

Jieyin's eyes flashed with malice. "Once we reach the Quasi-Saint realm, we'll go find Fuxi and take revenge."

"Speaking of which, where is Fuxi's cave dwelling?"

Zhunti shook his head. "I don't know either. We'll have to ask around later."

But what Jieyin and Zhunti never expected was that the Fuxi they held a grudge against was now only a few tens of thousands of li from Mount Sumeru.

When Fuxi hovered above Mount Sumeru and saw the magnificent palaces atop it, he suddenly felt that his own Phoenix Perch Mountain was a bit shabby.

However, Fuxi had come with a purpose, so he naturally wouldn't dwell on the architectural decor of Phoenix Perch Mountain.

Since Jieyin and Zhunti dared to kidnap his disciple, he would make them suffer for it.

Fuxi took a moment to gather himself, then called out:

"Jieyin, Zhunti, you two bald thieves, get the hell out here!"

Fuxi's voice was like thunder from the nine heavens, and everyone on Mount Sumeru was shaken by his earth-shattering roar.

Some disciples who were carving statues of Jieyin and Zhunti were so startled that their hands slipped, leaving scratches across the statues' faces.

These disciples looked grim, unsure of what to do.

A group of disciples tasked with guarding Mount Sumeru rushed out, shouting in unison, "Who dares to make noise here?!"

Chapter 44: Fuxi Attacks Mount Sumeru

A crowd of Jieyin and Zhunti's disciples soared into the air, searching for Fuxi's figure, ready to punish this insolent man.

But the moment they rose, Jieyin and Zhunti burst out of the hall, yelling, "Get the hell back down here, all of you!"

"But Master, someone outside is insulting you. We only wanted to punish the scoundrel for you."

The disciples said indignantly.

Jieyin rolled his eyes. "Fine, go ahead then. That man outside isn't that strong—just a peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal."

"This disciple would rather stay on the mountain to cheer for Master and Junior Uncle!"

The group of disciples who had been clamoring to punish Fuxi suddenly changed their tune, no longer mentioning going after him.

Jieyin and Zhunti's mouths twitched as they gritted their teeth. "You really are our fine disciples!"

With no time to scold them further, Jieyin and Zhunti shot straight up toward Fuxi, who stood high in the sky.

"Fuxi, why have you come to invade our Mount Sumeru?!"

Ever since they had taken a Heavenly Emperor Fist from Fuxi last time, Jieyin and Zhunti felt he wasn't much stronger than them, so their attitude toward him remained cold and contemptuous.

Fuxi said in a deep voice, "You know what you've done, don't you?"

"What we've done?"

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, then Jieyin said, "Sorry, but we brothers have done too many things. Which one are you talking about?"

"Bah!"

Fuxi cursed them outright:

"How dare you two bald donkeys say that? Even the walls of the Saint's Zixiao Palace aren't as thick as your faces!"

"Stop playing dumb with me. Hand over the person!"

Jieyin and Zhunti were completely baffled, having no idea what Fuxi was talking about.

Jieyin suddenly thought of something and asked, "Could it be that Junior Sister Nuwa has been captured?"

"Capture your uncle!"

Fuxi laid into them with a torrent of abuse, cursing them bloody.

Jieyin roared, "Fuxi, you're foul-mouthed and vulgar!"

Fuxi pointed a finger at Jieyin. "You want me to stop cursing? Then hand over the person right now!"

"You captured my people and still pretend to be crazy, huh?!"

Zhunti's face turned ashen. "Fuxi, don't slander the innocent! When did we ever capture your people? We two are righteous men of great virtue!"

Jieyin and Zhunti naturally never imagined that the Zhao Gongming they had captured was actually Fuxi's disciple. They thought Fuxi was just picking a fight, using a nonexistent excuse.

Jieyin called out, "Fuxi, don't slander the innocent! We brothers act with clean hands and clear hearts, we would never do such filthy deeds."

"If you've come as a guest, then enter Mount Sumeru and discuss the Dao together; if you've come to pick a fight, then let's have a battle."

"You are at least a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal—why must you make excuses for your evil deeds, and slander good men in front of our disciples!"

Seeing that the two stubbornly refused to hand over the man and kept prattling on, Fuxi said in a deep voice, "Since you insist on being hard-mouthed, then let's fight."

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who's the grandfather and who's the grandson!"

Fuxi directly took out the Golden Mini Pestle he had obtained from Zhunti. Under Fuxi's power infusion, the mini pestle grew as massive as a heavenly pillar.

Among the disciples of Mount Sumeru who were watching the confrontation from the mountain, many raised questions.

"That mini pestle in the madman's hand—why does it look so familiar to me?"

"That mini pestle—I see it looks exactly like our patriarch's Divine Pestle."

"Can't be. How could our patriarch's Divine Pestle be on that madman?"

"But it really does look like it..."

Up in the sky, Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions turned ugly.

What their disciples said was correct—the Divine Pestle Fuxi had taken out was indeed their treasure.

However, no matter how Zhunti called out to the Divine Pestle, he received no response.

The Divine Pestle had already been completely refined by Fuxi.

For Fuxi to use Zhunti's weapon to fight the two of them in front of their disciples was more humiliating than being slapped across the face.

"Fuxi, you go too far!"

Zhunti took out his Six Roots Pure Bamboo, preparing to retaliate against Fuxi.

The Six Roots Pure Bamboo blazed with golden light across its entire body, rapidly growing large as well, standing opposite the Divine Pestle.

On Mount Sumeru.

"The patriarch has made his move! The patriarch will surely punish this villain!"

"This madman dares to run wild on our Mount Sumeru—truly detestable. I hope the patriarch shows him no mercy!"

"Yes! Beat him up first, then shave his head bald!"

"Don't mention bald heads. It stings."

Amid the murmurs of the Mount Sumeru disciples, Jieyin also made his move.

Five-Colored Divine Light bloomed from his palm, coalescing into a mountain peak shaped exactly like Mount Sumeru.

"Go!"

The mountain peak grew large, crashing together with the Six Roots Pure Bamboo toward the Divine Pestle.

Although Jieyin and Zhunti didn't think Fuxi was that strong, they still wanted a quick resolution—to seize back the Divine Pestle and teach Fuxi a lesson.

Fuxi, however, nonchalantly used the Divine Pestle to clash head-on with the Six Roots Pure Bamboo and the Mount Sumeru Jieyin had condensed.

The three collided. Heaven and earth rumbled. Divine light shot in all directions.

The disciples on Mount Sumeru had expected Fuxi to be crushed and subdued instantly, but to their surprise, the heavenly-pillar-like Divine Pestle sent the Six Roots Pure Bamboo and Mount Sumeru reeling backward.

"Why is that Divine Pestle so fierce?"

"No, this can't be real!"

"Both patriarchs, fight harder! Everyone, raise your hands and cheer for the patriarchs!"

Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions grew grave as they exchanged thoughts through Divine Sense.

"How is Fuxi's strength so fierce? Has his cultivation advanced recently?"

Unlike their previous encounter, Fuxi's strength seemed a whole level above theirs.

They naturally didn't know that last time they fought, Fuxi had deliberately held back.

The two of them manipulated the Six Roots Pure Bamboo and Mount Sumeru, struggling to resist Fuxi's Divine Pestle.

But with all their disciples watching from the mountain, fighting two-against-one and still ending up like this was truly embarrassing.

So Zhunti put on a relaxed expression and taunted, "Fuxi, is this all you've got? The two of us have only used one-tenth of our strength, and you're already about to crumble?"

Fuxi had originally intended to pressure them without going all out.

But seeing how hypocritical the two were, he curled his lips into a cold smile and said, "Only one-tenth of your strength, is it? Then let me add a bit more force!"

The light on the Divine Pestle blazed even brighter. The Six Roots Pure Bamboo and Mount Sumeru began to tremble violently, clearly unable to withstand the Divine Pestle's might.

In terms of grade, the Divine Pestle was inferior to Zhunti's Six Roots Pure Bamboo—after all, the Six Roots Pure Bamboo's true form was the Bitter Bamboo, one of the Ten Innate Spiritual Roots.

But Fuxi's strength far surpassed Jieyin and Zhunti's, allowing him to unleash the Divine Pestle's full power—even exceeding its limits—and directly suppress the two.

Chapter 45: Seizing the Six Roots Pure Bamboo