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

Still, Fuxi was quite pleased. After all, Zhao Gongming had persisted in waiting for him to come to his rescue.

Some low-cultivation cultivators would cling to the thigh of any powerhouse they saw, without caring whether that person was good or evil. Fuxi could not accept disciples like that.

Zhao Gongming, on the other hand, might look rough and burly on the surface, but his heart was righteous. He had his own judgment and had not been drawn in by Jieyin and Zhunti's strength. That alone was rare.

If one rushed to cozy up to anyone powerful, then they were born to be a sycophantic lackey, never a disciple.

Fuxi had experienced something similar in his previous life. For instance, some people's knees went weak the moment they encountered someone rich, and they immediately wanted to curry favor with them. Such people were not worth befriending deeply.

When Zhao Gongming saw Fuxi come to save him, he was deeply moved.

Although Fuxi was immensely powerful in his eyes, he had no idea just how high Fuxi's cultivation was. He had not been certain that Fuxi could rescue him.

But when he saw Fuxi suppress two peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and come to save him, Zhao Gongming's heart surged like the tides. He dearly wished he could kowtow twice to Fuxi in gratitude.

When Zhao Gongming was brought before Fuxi, Fuxi simply waved a hand and moved Zhao Gongming to his side.

The moment they met, Fuxi had intended to ask whether he had suffered any grievances here. Yet Zhao Gongming's brows drooped, his eyes shut, and with a plop, he dropped to his knees. Hugging Fuxi's thigh, he began to weep bitterly, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Fuxi, Jieyin, and Zhunti all fell silent.

"Master, you finally came to save your disciple! Your disciple nearly got his head shaved bald by these two baldies!"

"This disciple's luxuriant hair cannot withstand the devastation of their Mount Sumeru!"

Zhao Gongming's mournful howls echoed across Mount Sumeru.

"All right, all right, get up already. I've taught them a lesson for you."

Seeing that Zhao Gongming's snot was practically about to stick to his robe, Fuxi hurriedly used his magic power to lift him up.

The corners of Jieyin and Zhunti's mouths twitched. They wished they could beat Zhao Gongming to death.

The moment this brat opened his mouth, he was like a loudspeaker, talking about bald heads with every breath. The two of them were so angered that steam nearly rose from their scalps.

Fuxi rubbed his nose. If this matter were pursued to the bottom of it, he actually bore some responsibility as well.

After all, Jieyin and Zhunti's hair had been devastated by his punch.

Zhunti anxiously asked, "Fuxi, the man has already been released. Can you return the Six Roots Pure Bamboo to me as soon as possible?"

"What?"

Fuxi scratched his ear and asked, "Isn't the Six Roots Pure Bamboo my treasure?"

Zhunti was both furious and anxious as he shouted, "Do not spout nonsense and deny it after turning your face!"

But Fuxi demanded bluntly, "What makes you say it is your treasure? If you call out to it, will it answer you?"

Feeling the connection between himself and the Six Roots Pure Bamboo growing fainter and fainter, Zhunti said with an ugly expression, "It will not answer. But this bamboo bears my spiritual imprint!"

To his surprise, Fuxi immediately shouted angrily, "What gives you the right to leave your spiritual imprint on my treasure?"

Fuxi's words completely stunned Zhunti. Zhunti was so angry that he opened his mouth and thought for a long while, yet could not spit out a single word.

Jieyin could no longer stand it. Pointing at Fuxi, he said, "Fuxi, you have gone too far in bullying others!"

"Gone too far in bullying others?"

A chill glinted in Fuxi's eyes as he fixed his gaze on Jieyin and demanded, "The two of you beat my three female disciples back to their original forms. Was that not going too far in bullying others?"

That single sentence left Jieyin and Zhunti speechless.

Seeing his Master leave Jieyin and Zhunti unable to open their mouths with nothing more than his words, Zhao Gongming felt utterly refreshed. How could a single word like "satisfying" possibly describe it?

Once he returned, he had to tell the Three Xiaos all about it.

"Zhao Gongming, let's go."

Fuxi directly cast out a beam of divine light, enveloping himself and Zhao Gongming before taking Zhao Gongming away from Mount Sumeru.

Chapter 47: Returning to Phoenix Perch Mountain

On Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti looked at one another.

This time, they had returned to the west only to lose both a disciple and the Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Six Roots Pure Bamboo. They had suffered a ruinous loss.

"This time, we have lost all our face."

Jieyin's complexion was ashen.

Looking at the disciples on Mount Sumeru, their eyes clouded with confusion, Zhunti said, "This time, our Mount Sumeru must seal its gates."

This battle had caused Jieyin and Zhunti to lose their authority before their own followers.

These followers had always regarded Jieyin and Zhunti as gods, believing them to be invincible in attack and undefeated in battle, among the foremost great figures in all of the primordial world.

But when Fuxi acted, the patriarchs they worshipped as gods were directly suppressed and even had their treasure taken away. Their followers and disciples simply could not accept it; their faith had crumbled.

"What kind of existence was that madman, to actually suppress two patriarchs?"

"More than suppress them—he even took Patriarch Zhunti's Six Roots Pure Bamboo. This battle was far too humiliating."

"Didn't the patriarchs say that none beneath Quasi-Saints could stand against them?"

"Also, could that Divine Pestle the madman brought out have been snatched from the patriarchs as well?"

"So our patriarchs are actually this weak?"

The disciples of Mount Sumeru saw their reverence for Jieyin and Zhunti plummet. With the new rule requiring everyone to shave their heads, some disciples' resolve to pursue the Dao began to waver.

The burly disciple whom Jieyin and Zhunti had summoned to teach Zhao Gongming murmured to himself, "Should I leave the West and venture into the vast primordial world to witness its splendor?"

Seeing the thoughts of their disciples begin to waver, Jieyin and Zhunti wore icy expressions as they said in sinister tones, "Seal the mountain. Give these disciples a lesson in the Dao."

A Golden Divine Light flew from Jieyin's hand and transformed directly into an enormous Divine Bell, enveloping the entirety of Mount Sumeru.

Miserable screams from some of the disciples echoed across Mount Sumeru.

Several days later, inside a hall on Mount Sumeru, Jieyin gently wiped the blood from his hands with a Brocade Handkerchief.

Zhunti asked Jieyin with a troubled expression, "Elder Brother, the Six Roots Pure Bamboo was my last Innate Spiritual Treasure. If I fight others in the future, I won't have any treasures left to use."

Jieyin said sympathetically, "I would also like to help you, but I have no spare spiritual treasures here either."

"Right now, there are only two paths we can take."

Zhunti asked, "May I ask, Elder Brother, what are these two paths?"

Jieyin looked out over the Western Mountains and Rivers and said, "The first path is to go out and seek opportunities."

"There are countless opportunities in the primordial world. There must still be Innate Spiritual Treasures that have yet to emerge."

Zhunti nodded. "That is indeed one way, but whenever an opportunity appears, there are as many people fighting over it as hairs on an ox. There is no guarantee we can seize a treasure."

Jieyin said, "Besides, the lands of our West are barren. It is difficult for them to nurture any powerful treasures."

"Yes, our West is truly miserable!"

Seeing that the first path was not reliable enough, Zhunti asked, "Then how does the second path work?"

Jieyin gave Zhunti a deep look and said, "Zhunti, your original form, the Bodhi Tree, is itself an incomparably powerful spiritual root. If you truly cannot find a spiritual treasure, why not use this Bodhi Tree to refine one?"

Zhunti's expression turned dazed. The method Jieyin had proposed was highly feasible, yet it had never occurred to him before.

After all, the Bodhi Tree was the spiritual root that had given birth to him. Though they possessed two separate bodies, they were as one.

Seeing Zhunti hesitate, Jieyin said, "No matter. Let us first search everywhere for opportunities. If we are truly left with no other choice, then we can only sacrifice the Bodhi Tree."

"Once this Bodhi Tree is refined, its grade may reach that of a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, or perhaps even higher."

"Moreover, the spiritual treasure refined from it should display its greatest power in your hands. It can serve as your Lifebound Spiritual Treasure."

Jieyin's final words stirred Zhunti's thoughts.

He had originally intended to use the Six Roots Pure Bamboo as his Lifebound Spiritual Treasure, even planning to use it to sever his Good Corpse.

Unfortunately, Fuxi had already taken it from him. He had to find an Innate Spiritual Treasure powerful enough to serve as the treasure with which he would sever his Three Corpses.

Though the boundless primordial world held many opportunities, not every opportunity came with a spiritual treasure or spiritual root. Moreover, even if some spiritual roots were of high grade, they might not suit their user. Thus, finding a spiritual root suitable for becoming one's Lifebound Spiritual Treasure was exceedingly rare.

Yet the Bodhi Tree shared the same origin as Zhunti. The spiritual treasure refined from it would undoubtedly suit Zhunti best, and so Zhunti turned his gaze toward the Bodhi Tree as well.

If he truly could not find a suitable spiritual treasure, then he would refine the Bodhi Tree.

Meanwhile, Fuxi was bringing Zhao Gongming back to Phoenix Perch Mountain.

Along the way back, Fuxi asked, "Jieyin and Zhunti are also at the peak of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm. Why were you unwilling to take them as your masters?"

Zhao Gongming revealed an honest smile and said, "When I, Zhao Gongming, choose a master, I do not look at cultivation. I look at the master's character. Besides, I already promised my teacher that I would go to Phoenix Perch Mountain to find you and become your disciple."

Fuxi shook his head with a smile. "There truly are not many people in this world who can see things as clearly as you do."

"It is all thanks to my master's fine guidance," Zhao Gongming said with a smile.

Fuxi, however, smacked Zhao Gongming on the head. "Do not learn such glib-tongued mannerisms."

Along the way, Zhao Gongming told Fuxi about his experiences traveling over the past three thousand years.

It had to be said that Zhao Gongming was exceptionally gifted.

After traveling for three thousand years, his cultivation had already reached the Heavenly Immortal realm. His talent was absolutely not lacking.

After all, Fuxi had not bestowed any resources upon him. If he wished to improve his cultivation, he could only strive for it himself.

It seemed that once he bestowed some resources and Cultivation Methods upon Zhao Gongming, Zhao Gongming's cultivation speed could rise another level.

However, Zhao Gongming's acquaintance with the Three Xiaos had been quite a coincidence.

Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiaos had actually discovered each other's identities amid a battle over an opportunity. The fight had been extremely brutal, and both sides had suffered severe injuries.

Yet Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiaos had come to know one another through fighting. After confirming each other's identities, they directly began traveling together, sharing hardships and opportunities alike. Gradually, they formed a deep bond of sibling affection.

Thus, Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiaos followed the example of those little demons in the mortal world, swore brotherhood, and became close siblings.

Fuxi had thought his appearance would affect the relationship between Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiaos.

Yet fate had twisted and turned, only to bring Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiaos together once more. In the end, they still became siblings.

This matter made Fuxi's expression somewhat grave.

If Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiaos could still become siblings even with his intervention, would the fate and history of the primordial world repeat themselves after all?

Would he still die in the War of Wu and Yao? Would Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiaos still die in the Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods?