Taking Disciples
After the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals had all gone far away, Fuxi turned around and looked at the three children who were still in shock.
The three Yang Jiao siblings stared blankly at the old man in hemp clothing before them, still reeling from the shocking scene they had just witnessed.
It was he who, with just a few casual words, forced back those terrifying Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.
Yang Jiao was the first to react. He pulled his younger siblings down to their knees and kowtowed heavily.
"Your Heavenly Emperor... Heavenly Emperor so much for saving my life!"
Although they were young, they had heard of the legends of the three Human Clan Three Sovereigns.
"Your Heavenly Emperor, I beg you, please save my father, save my mother!"
Yang Jian and Yang Chan also realized what was happening and started crying out together.
"Please, Your Heavenly Emperor, save our parents!"
Fuxi looked at their tearful faces and sighed deeply.
He slowly knelt down, wiped away their tears, and said softly.
"Children, your father... is dead."
"As for your mother, she was a princess of Heavenly Court and violated the Heavenly Rules."
"This matter concerns the Heavenly Court; although I am the Heavenly Emperor of the Human Clan, I cannot interfere."
Boom!
This news came like a bolt from the blue, leaving the three siblings stunned.
Father... is he dead?
Mother... can't be saved either?
Immense grief overwhelmed them instantly.
"No... no... Father won't die..."
"Mother..."
The three siblings hugged each other and cried loudly.
Fuxi watched them quietly, without disturbing them, letting them vent their sorrow.
After a long while, when their crying had gradually subsided, Fuxi spoke again.
"You don't need to despair too much."
"Your mother is Haotian's younger sister. Although she will be punished, her life will not be in danger."
"While I cannot save her,... you can."
Yang Jiao suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with a hint of doubt.
"Us?"
Fuxi nodded and said, word by word.
"Yes, it's you guys."
"You can cultivate diligently, and in the future, when your cultivation is powerful enough..."
"Then you can go to the Heavenly Court yourself and, in a righteous and honorable way, rescue your mother!"
Personally... rescued his mother!
These words were like a beacon in the darkness, instantly illuminating the hearts of the three siblings.
They stopped crying, and a glimmer of light rekindled in their bloodshot eyes.
"Can... can we really go and save Mother ourselves?"
Yang Jian raised his head, his voice trembling slightly.
Fuxi nodded solemnly.
"As long as you are strong enough."
Yang Jiao and Yang Jian exchanged a glance, both seeing an unprecedented determination in each other's eyes.
They wiped away their tears, knelt before Fuxi again, and kowtowed deeply.
"Please, Your Heavenly Emperor, teach us how to cultivate!"
"We, the three siblings, must save our mother!"
Fuxi nodded with satisfaction.
"Good."
"But before that, let's go... and give your father's body a proper burial."
A moment later, Fuxi led the three siblings back to the small courtyard that had been reduced to ruins.
Yang Tianyou's body still lay quietly in the pool of blood.
The three siblings looked at their father's cold body, and the tears they had just stopped flowing surged forth again.
Fuxi didn't say much, but simply waved his hand, and a deep pit appeared on the ground.
He carefully placed Yang Tianyou's body into the pit, covered it with soil, and erected a simple grave.
The three siblings, Yang Jiao, Yang Jian, and Yang Chan, knelt before their father's grave.
Yang Jiao raised his head and addressed the tombstone, Earthly Dao slowly and deliberately.
"Father, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of my younger brother and sister!"
Yang Jian continued, his voice carrying a composure and resolve beyond his years.
"Father, I will dedicate my life to cultivating myself, and I swear I will not be a human being if I do not avenge this!"
"In the future, I will definitely ascend to the Heavenly Court and rescue my mother!"
Yang Chan spoke in a childish voice, yet with unwavering determination.
"Father, Chan'er will listen to my brother and cultivate diligently!"
Fuxi was overwhelmed with mixed feelings as he looked at the scene before him.
He stepped forward and gently patted the three siblings on the shoulder.
Let's go.
"Come back to Huoyun Cave with me."
The three siblings took one last look at their father's grave, then resolutely stood up and followed behind Fuxi.
Fuxi, along with his three siblings, stepped into the Huoyun Cave.
Deep within the Cave Abode, several Dao Body sat quietly.
These were the ancestors of the Human Clan: Wu, Suiren, Youchao, Ziyi Shi, Xuandu, Shennong, Xuanyuan, and so on. Almost all the top beings of the Human Clan had gathered here at this moment.
When everyone saw the three children behind Fuxi, all eyes turned to them.
It was a complex gaze, containing pity, scrutiny, and a hint of suppressed anger.
"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, you've worked hard."
Wu spoke first, looking at Fuxi, then at the three children whose faces were still streaked with tears, yet who were trying their best not to cry.
Fuxi nodded and gently patted Yang Jiao on the shoulder.
"Children, come here and pay your respects to the ancestors of the Human Clan."
The three siblings, Yang Jiao, Yang Jian, and Yang Chan, exchanged a glance, stepped forward, and knelt down in unison.
"Yang Jiao, Yang Jian, and Yang Chan pay their respects to our ancestors!"
"Good child, get up quickly."
Suiren looked at the three children and couldn't help but sigh.
"A perfectly good family, just like that, fell apart."
"The Saint's Scheme are truly all-pervasive," Youchao sneered.
Shennong Shi stepped forward, squatted down, and looked at them gently.
"Children, from this day forward, this will be your home."
"Home..."
Yang Chan murmured to herself, tears streaming down her face once again.
Fuxi turned his gaze to the crowd.
"Gentlemen, these three children have special backgrounds and extraordinary bloodlines. Their future path of cultivation requires careful discussion among us."
Ziyi Shi, standing to the side, looked at Yang Chan and spoke softly.
"I feel a connection with this Nüwa, so I'll take over teaching her."
"Little one, would you like to cultivate with me?"
She affectionately patted Yang Chan's head.
Yang Chan raised her head, looked at the gentle and kind "ancestor" in front of her, and timidly called out.
"Master..."
Ziyi Shi smiled, took her hand, and led her to her side.
"Very well, from this day forward, you shall be my disciple, Ziyi."
All eyes turned to Yang Jiao and Yang Jian.
Shennong looked at his eldest son Yang Jiao and saw that although he was grieving, there was still a trace of kindness in his eyes. He had already made up his mind.
"This child seems calm and reliable, and his temperament is acceptable."
"Would you be willing to become my disciple? I may not be able to teach you the most lethal killing techniques."
"But I can teach you the way of protection, teach you how to use your own power to protect everything you want to protect."
Looking into Shennong Shi's gentle yet wise eyes, Yang Jiao knelt down without hesitation.
"Disciple Yang Jiao greets Master!"
"Alright, get up." Shennong Shi helped him up.
In this way, only Yang Jian remained of the three children.
Fuxi looked at Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan had once been the Human Emperor, wielding power over weapons and warfare. His path was very suitable for Yang Jian.
Xuanyuan had the same thought and was about to speak.
"I'll teach this child."
A calm voice came from the head of the table.
Everyone was taken aback and turned to look at Wu.
Martial arts, actually intending to personally accept disciples?
It should be noted that since the rise of the Human Clan, Wu has been in seclusion for many years, focusing on comprehending the Martial Path, and has never accepted any disciples!
Fuxi hesitated for a moment. "Wu, you..."
Wu's gaze fell on Yang Jian.
"He felt no resentment, only hatred."
"This hatred has transformed into his Dao heart; ordinary methods will only suppress his nature, or even cause him to go astray."
Only the purest and most extreme power can guide him.
Wu stood up and walked step by step to Yang Jian.
Do you want revenge?
Do you want to rescue your mother?
Yang Jian's body trembled violently.
"Think."
"Very good."
"From this day forward, you are my disciple!"
Yang Jian was greatly shocked upon hearing this.
Human Clan Martial Ancestor!
Without the slightest hesitation, he knelt down and kowtowed three times.
"Disciple Yang Jian greets Master!"