Honghuang Fuxi: Nuwa, I need your help to cultivate

In her heart, even the position of disciple or the fruit of a Saint's Dao wasn't all that important.

Yuanshi Tianzun hadn't expected Nuwa to speak up for Fuxi. He stared at her and said, "We are all fellow disciples—why do you take this madman's side?"

"What business is it of yours? Who do you think you are?"

Fuxi directly rebuked Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Bored and looking for attention, are you? A pig sticking scallions up its nose—trying to play the elephant?"

Yuanshi Tianzun's face flushed with rage at Fuxi's words. He fumed:

"Fuxi, your arrogance knows no bounds!"

"We're both late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals. Do you really think you're that strong?"

Fuxi said contemptuously, "Strong or not, we'll find out in a fight. If you're all talk, I suggest you back off."

"Hmph!"

Yuanshi Tianzun had a fiery temper. He shot out from beside Taishang Laojun and Sect Master Tongtian, saying, "Since you're asking for death and daring to insult us, disciples of a Saint, I'll grant your wish today!"

Chapter 9: The Three Pure Ones Slink Away

Yuanshi Tianzun moved with lightning speed, erupting with his full cultivation. A small black mountain appeared in his hand, and he hurled it at Fuxi.

The mountain grew larger and larger in the void, eventually becoming a ten-thousand-mile peak that bore down on Fuxi to suppress him.

This pitch-black mountain was wrapped entirely in Chaos Qi, radiating a terrifying power.

Fuxi's figure, dwarfed before this mountain, was as tiny as a speck of dust, seemingly about to be crushed to powder.

"Elder Brother, be careful!"

Nuwa warned Fuxi.

"No matter!"

Fuxi condensed a massive hand in the void, formed from infinite divine light.

This hand was even larger than the mountain Yuanshi Tianzun had summoned. It caught the mountain in its palm, squeezed, and crushed it into rubble.

The sound of the mountain shattering was horrifying, leaving all the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals present utterly stunned.

When Yuanshi Tianzun had first summoned the mountain, they'd seen it blot out the sky and felt certain no one could withstand such a divine treasure—Fuxi was doomed.

But now, Fuxi had simply used a Divine Ability to crush the mountain Yuanshi Tianzun had unleashed.

"Fuxi's strength is this terrifying!"

"That mountain nearly suffocated me. I thought Yuanshi Tianzun would cripple Fuxi."

"Fuxi may be hot-tempered and arrogant, but he has the capital and confidence to back it up."

"Fuxi cannot be provoked—only befriended."

Watching his summoned mountain shattered by Fuxi's giant hand, Yuanshi Tianzun was both shocked and enraged.

This black mountain was a peculiar metallic ore vein he'd discovered in the boundless primordial wilderness, refined into a unique spiritual treasure.

Now that powerful treasure was destroyed. Yuanshi Tianzun was startled by Fuxi's strength, but also deeply pained.

He had to admit that Fuxi's power surpassed his own by a margin, roughly on par with Taishang Laojun, the foremost of the Three Pure Ones.

In truth, both Taishang Laojun and Sect Master Tongtian narrowed their eyes at Fuxi's display.

Even Taishang Laojun, facing Fuxi's palm Divine Ability, couldn't claim he'd definitely win—there was even a risk of defeat.

Fuxi casually dispelled the hand of divine light and looked contemptuously at Yuanshi Tianzun. "If you don't have the strength, why come out pretending?"

Only now could Fuxi roughly gauge his own power—at least a full tier above Yuanshi Tianzun.

Though Yuanshi Tianzun had lost in the exchange, his temper remained explosive. He roared, "Fuxi, don't think you're so strong! I was just careless—I didn't use my full strength!"

For Yuanshi Tianzun, losing a fight was acceptable, but losing face or words was not.

"So you want to be humiliated again?"

The flow of Great Dao laws coiled around Fuxi's fingertips, radiating a terrifying aura.

Yuanshi Tianzun, unable to swallow his pride, wanted to strike again and test Fuxi's strength, but someone stopped him.

Taishang Laojun stepped forward and pressed a hand on Yuanshi Tianzun's shoulder.

Yuanshi Tianzun asked in confusion, "Elder Brother, why do you stop me?"

Taishang Laojun said sternly, "The Teacher imparted to us the supreme principles of the Great Dao so that we might advance our cultivation, not so we could fight and kill."

"But..."

Yuanshi Tianzun was naturally unwilling and tried to argue.

"Cease your arguments. Return with me to cultivate in seclusion. Do not disappoint the Teacher's expectations."

Taishang Laojun directly pulled Yuanshi Tianzun away, leading Sect Master Tongtian as they left the Chaos Void.

Taishang Laojun's voice lingered in the void.

"Daoist Fuxi, pointless conflict only wastes time. A thousand years from now, we shall meet again in Zixiao Palace."

The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals watching from the sidelines were somewhat surprised. They had expected that when Yuanshi Tianzun proved no match, the Three Pure Ones would join forces. Instead, the Three Pure Ones fled first.

It seemed that even the Three Pure Ones had no confidence in defeating Fuxi.

From then on, Fuxi's name shook the Honghuang.

Hearing Taishang Laojun's words, Fuxi smiled faintly.

"I'm afraid it won't take that long before we meet again."

Still, with the Three Pure Ones gone, some rejoiced while others grieved.

Nuwa was overjoyed to see Fuxi defeat Yuanshi Tianzun and intimidate the Three Pure Ones.

Who wouldn't want their elder brother to become a figure of great renown across the entire Honghuang?

Fuxi growing stronger also brought her many benefits.

But Jieyin and Zhunti were in agony.

They had hoped Hongjun would step in to help them, yet after being beaten so badly, Hongjun never showed.

When Yuanshi Tianzun first came to back them up, the two had been thrilled, expecting the Three Pure Ones to teach Fuxi a lesson.

Who could have imagined Fuxi was so formidable that even Taishang Laojun refused to fight him, opting for a full retreat instead?

Now, how were two mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals supposed to deal with a Great Power of Honghuang like Fuxi?

"Run!"

Jieyin and Zhunti abandoned all pretense of face, bolting away for fear Fuxi would catch them and beat them again.

But fast as they were, how could they outrun Fuxi, a late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal?

Fuxi transformed into a streak of light, chasing them down and blocking their path.

"Stop right there!"

Fuxi casually released a boundless curtain of light, trapping the two and preventing their escape.

Unable to flee, Jieyin and Zhunti spoke with panic and alarm: "Fuxi, do you intend to slaughter us to the last? We are disciples of a Saint!"

Fuxi chuckled lightly. "I told you—if you provoked me again, you'd better be ready to lose a piece of your flesh."

"What exactly do you want?"

Jieyin and Zhunti finally understood: Fuxi was here to rob them while the iron was hot.

Just then, Nuwa caught up from behind and arrived at Fuxi's side.

Remembering that he and Nuwa were fellow disciples, Jieyin appealed to her: "Senior Sister Nuwa, you and I are both disciples of a Saint. Please put in a good word for us."

Nuwa shook her head. "When you offended my elder brother, you didn't consider that we were fellow disciples."

"This..."

Jieyin and Zhunti's faces turned ashen.

"Enough nonsense! Two Innate Spiritual Treasures—hand them over and you can leave. Don't, and I'll take you both on a trip to Buzhou Mountain."

Fuxi directly threatened them.

"Two Innate Spiritual Treasures? Do you take them for cabbages?"

Though Jieyin and Zhunti had expected Fuxi to extort them, they hadn't thought he'd demand something so precious.

Still, they had no desire to go on a trip to Buzhou Mountain with Fuxi. Whatever "trip" meant, it certainly wouldn't be pleasant.

Fuxi laughed arrogantly, looking at them. "You can choose not to give them. I'll just take them from you myself. Then it won't be just two."

"You..."

Jieyin and Zhunti were left speechless with fury.

But Fuxi truly had the strength to plunder their treasures, and they feared he wouldn't even leave them the rags on their backs.

Chapter 10: The Chaos Gourd Vine

Cornered by Fuxi, Jieyin and Zhunti's faces twisted into bitter gourds. They really couldn't bear to part with their Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Every Innate Spiritual Treasure was a treasure condensed from the creation of heaven and earth, won through desperate struggle—hard-earned and irreplaceable.

But Fuxi's tone was relentless, and both feared he would strip them of everything they owned.

Fuxi said coldly, "I don't have the patience to wait for your choice. I'll count to three. If you haven't handed them over by the third breath, I won't even leave you your clothes."

Hearing this, Jieyin and Zhunti were truly terrified. They hurriedly cried out, "Wait! We'll give them!"

Jieyin pulled a string of emerald beads from his robes, while Zhunti produced a small golden pestle.

After handing the treasures to Fuxi, their hearts bled.

The Western lands were barren, having given birth to few Innate Spiritual Treasures to begin with. Losing two to Fuxi was a pain they felt deep in their bones.

Taking the treasures, Fuxi withdrew the curtain of light that had trapped them.