At that moment, he cried out to Fuxi in his heart:
"Master, come save me! I don't want to become bald!"
Inside the halls of Mount Sumeru, Jieyin suddenly felt uneasy.
He looked at Zhunti and asked, "That kid doesn't really have some powerful master, does he?"
"What powerful Grand Unity Golden Immortal could there be near Buzhou Mountain? He's probably just trying to scare us."
Zhunti replied.
Jieyin agreed. "True. The Cultivation Method that kid practices is ordinary. Even if he has a master, that master probably isn't very powerful."
Zhunti said, "The urgent matter is to digest the path of the Quasi-Saint our master taught us and break through to the Quasi-Saint realm as soon as possible."
"Mm!"
A vicious glint flashed in Jieyin's eyes. "Once we reach the Quasi-Saint realm, we'll go settle the score with Fuxi."
"By the way, where was Fuxi's dwelling again?"
Zhunti shook his head. "I don't know either. We'll ask around when the time comes."
However, what Jieyin and Zhunti did not expect was that Fuxi, whom they had been holding a grudge against all this time, was only tens of thousands of miles from Mount Sumeru.
As Fuxi hovered above Mount Sumeru and saw its magnificent palaces, he suddenly felt that his Phoenix Perch Mountain residence was rather shabby.
However, Fuxi had come with a purpose, so naturally he did not focus on Mount Sumeru's architecture and decorations.
Since Jieyin and Zhunti had dared to abduct his disciple, he had to make them suffer a little as well.
After gathering himself for a moment, Fuxi shouted:
"Jieyin, Zhunti, you two bald thieves, get the hell out here!"
Fuxi's voice was like thunder from the highest heavens. Everyone on Mount Sumeru was shaken by his earthshaking roar.
Some disciples who were carving divine statues for Jieyin and Zhunti trembled so badly that their hands slipped, leaving streaks of scratches across the statues' faces.
The disciples looked awful, not knowing what to do.
Some disciples tasked with guarding Mount Sumeru rushed out and shouted in unison, "Who dares make such a commotion here?!"
Fuxi Attacks Mount Sumeru
A group of Jieyin and Zhunti's disciples flew into the air, searching for Fuxi and preparing to punish the madman.
But just as they rose into the sky, Jieyin and Zhunti rushed out of the hall and shouted, "Get back down here, now!"
"But, Master, someone outside is insulting you. We only wanted to punish that madman for you."
The disciples said aggrievedly.
Jieyin rolled his eyes. "Then go ahead. The person outside isn't very strong, just a peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal."
"Your disciples are willing to remain on the mountain and cheer for Master and Junior Uncle!"
The disciples who had just been clamoring to punish Fuxi suddenly changed their expressions and no longer mentioned fighting him.
The corners of Jieyin and Zhunti's mouths twitched slightly. Gritting their teeth, they said, "You truly are our wonderful disciples!"
With no time to scold them, Jieyin and Zhunti shot directly toward Fuxi, who stood high in the sky.
"Fuxi, why have you come to invade our Mount Sumeru?!"
After taking a Heavenly Emperor Fist from Fuxi last time, Jieyin and Zhunti felt that Fuxi was not much stronger than them. Thus, their attitude toward him remained cold and disdainful.
Fuxi said in a deep voice, "Do you not know what you've done?"
"What we've done?"
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged glances. Then Jieyin said, "Sorry, but my brother and I have done too many good deeds. Which one are you talking about?"
"Pah!"
Fuxi immediately cursed the two of them.
"How do you two bald donkeys have the nerve to say that? Even the walls of the Saint's Zixiao Palace aren't as thick as your faces!"
"Stop playing dumb with me and hand him over!"
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 was captured?"
"Captured my ass!"
Fuxi immediately unleashed a torrent of abuse, cursing the two until they were utterly humiliated.
Jieyin roared, "Fuxi, you have no restraint in your speech! How crude!"
Fuxi pointed at Jieyin and said, "Want me to stop cursing you? Then hand him over already!"
"You captured my man, and you still want to play dumb?"
Zhunti said with a livid expression, "Fuxi, don't falsely accuse good people! When did we capture one of your people? The two of us are righteous men devoted to the greater good!"
Naturally, Jieyin and Zhunti never imagined that Zhao Gongming, whom they had captured, was Fuxi's disciple. They thought Fuxi had simply come looking for trouble and had invented an excuse out of thin air.
Jieyin shouted, "Fuxi, stop slandering good people! My brother and I conduct ourselves openly and honorably. We would never do something so filthy."
"If you came as a guest, then come into Mount Sumeru and discuss the Dao with us. But if you came looking for trouble, then let's fight."
"You're a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, yet you still make excuses for your wrongdoing and slander good people before our disciples!"
Seeing that the two refused to hand him over and kept rambling on, Fuxi said in a deep voice, "Since you insist on being stubborn, then let's fight."
"If I don't teach you a lesson, you really won't know who's the grandpa and who's the turtle grandson!"
Fuxi directly took out the Golden Mini Pestle he had obtained from Zhunti. As Fuxi poured power into it, the little pestle instantly grew as enormous as a heavenly pillar.
Among the Mount Sumeru disciples watching the standoff from below, quite a few raised questions.
"Why does the little pestle in that madman's hand look so familiar?"
"Why does that little pestle look exactly like our patriarch's Divine Pestle?"
"No way. How could our patriarch's Divine Pestle be on that madman?"
"But it really does look alike..."
Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions turned ugly in the sky.
Their disciples were right. The Divine Pestle Fuxi had taken out really was their treasure.
Yet no matter how Zhunti called 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 against them before their disciples was more unbearable than receiving two slaps across the face.
"Fuxi, you've gone too far!"
Zhunti took out his Six Roots Pure Bamboo, preparing to retaliate against Fuxi.
The Six Roots Pure Bamboo erupted with golden light and rapidly expanded as well, confronting the Divine Pestle.
On Mount Sumeru.
"Our patriarch has made his move! He'll definitely punish that evil man!"
"That madman dared run wild on our Mount Sumeru. He's truly hateful! I hope our patriarch doesn't let him off!"
"Right! Beat him up first, then shave his head clean!"
"Don't mention baldness. It hurts too much."
Amid the Mount Sumeru disciples' discussion, Jieyin also made his move.
Five-Colored Divine Light bloomed in his palm, condensing into a mountain shaped exactly like Mount Sumeru.
"Go!"
The mountain grew larger and crashed toward the Divine Pestle alongside the Six Roots Pure Bamboo.
Although Jieyin and Zhunti felt Fuxi was not that strong, they still wanted a quick battle. They intended to seize back the Divine Pestle and teach Fuxi a lesson.
Fuxi, however, did not care, using the Divine Pestle to directly clash against the Six Roots Pure Bamboo and the Mount Sumeru Jieyin had condensed.
The three collided, and heaven and earth roared as divine light scattered in every direction.
The disciples on Mount Sumeru had thought Fuxi would be crushed and subdued immediately. To their surprise, the heavenly-pillar-like Divine Pestle sent both the Six Roots Pure Bamboo and Mount Sumeru reeling backward.
"Why is that Divine Pestle so powerful?"
"No, this can't be real!"
"Come on, Patriarchs! Everyone, raise your hands and cheer for the two Patriarchs!"
Jieyin and Zhunti wore grave expressions as they communicated through Divine Sense.
"Why is Fuxi's strength so overwhelming? Could his cultivation have improved again recently?"
Unlike the last time they encountered him, Fuxi seemed to be a whole level stronger than before.
Of course, they did not know that Fuxi had deliberately held back during their previous battle.
The two controlled the Six Roots Pure Bamboo and Mount Sumeru, struggling to resist Fuxi's Divine Pestle.
However, all the disciples below were theirs. It was rather embarrassing for two against one to end up in such a state.
Thus, Zhunti put on a relaxed expression and taunted, "Fuxi, is this all the strength you have? The two of us have only used ten percent of our power, and you're already about to fail?"
Fuxi had originally intended only to pressure them, so he had not used his full strength.
But upon seeing how hypocritical they were, a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Only ten percent? Then I'll put in a little more effort!"
The light on the Divine Pestle grew even brighter. The Six Roots Pure Bamboo and Mount Sumeru began to tremble violently, clearly nearing the limit of what they could withstand against the Divine Pestle's might.
In terms of grade, the Divine Pestle was actually inferior to Zhunti's Six Roots Pure Bamboo. After all, the Six Roots Pure Bamboo's true body was Bitter Bamboo, one of the Ten Innate Spiritual Roots.
But Fuxi was far stronger than Jieyin and Zhunti, allowing him to unleash the Divine Pestle's power to the fullest and even exceed its limits, directly suppressing the two of them.
Seizing the Six Roots Pure Bamboo
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