" Hou Gangjie, are you slacking off again? Watch out, your mother will spank you, haha!"
In an open space in the Fengyan Tribe of the human race, several children around seven or eight years old were teasing a little boy.
The little boy, with his bottom sticking out, was intently drawing some strange pattern on the ground with a twig in his hand, oblivious to the laughter of his companions.
"Never mind him. He's always been a weirdo. He doesn't practice martial arts all the time; he just thinks about all sorts of things. Honestly."
A slightly older boy pursed his lips and led the other children away.
The boy, known as Hou Gangjie, remained lying on the ground, the twigs drawing winding lines in the soil.
He muttered to himself, "This is the sun... this is the moon... this is the mountain..."
Suddenly, a shadow fell over him.
Hou Gangjie seemed to sense something, turned around, and was immediately startled—his father Chen Yu, was standing behind him with a stern face.
"Kid, trying to run away again?" Chen Yu grabbed his son who was trying to slip away. "Are you slacking off from martial arts practice again?"
Hou Gangjie chuckled sheepishly, "Father, I just finished practicing my boxing, I'm taking a break now."
Chen Yu had no reason to believe his story and dragged him toward the ancestral hall in the center of the tribe.
As the leader of the Fengyan Tribe, Chen Yu is a Martial Soul Realm expert, and can be considered a formidable fighter among humans.
He simply couldn't understand how his son, who was a tribal chief with both himself and his wife Hougang, could be so indifferent to martial arts.
Inside the ancestral hall, Hou Gangjie's mother, Hou Gang, is kneeling in devout worship.
In the center of the ancestral hall are clay statues of the goddess Nuwa and the god Lintian, while on either side are statues of the three ancestors of the human race and Shennong, the ancestor of medicine.
Seeing her husband bring their son in, Hou Gang frowned. "Child, have you done something wrong again?"
Chen Yu sighed and put Hou Gangjie down on the ground, "This kid, I told him to study martial arts properly, but he insists on gesturing around on the ground. I don't know what he's doing all day."
He turned to his son and said sternly, "Kneel down before me and pay homage to the Mother God, the Father God, and the ancestors of humankind! Tell me, how can you face them?"
"Our human race must strive for self-improvement, and that is the key! Only by becoming stronger can we gain a foothold in this Primordial Wilderness and avoid being bullied by other races!"
Hou Gangjie glanced at the clay statues and muttered to himself, "What I'm doing is something big..."
Chen Yu, a Martial Soul Realm expert, was certainly not oblivious to these words. He immediately shouted, "Still dare to argue!"
Hou Gang felt a pang of sympathy and quickly advised, "The child is so young, a little discipline will do the trick."
Chen Yu was furious. "We are both tribal leaders. If we can't even instill ambition in our children, what will others think?"
At this moment Hou Gangjie raised his head, his young face showing an unusual seriousness. "Father, Mother, since the beginning of our human race, we have never had any way of recording things in writing; we have always used knotted ropes to record events."
"Although the Medicine Ancestor has written records, they are not suitable for the human race. What I want is for the human race to have its own written language!"
He stood up and spoke his mind with righteous indignation, which made Chen Yu and Hou Gang's eyes widen.
"You're only seven years old, how could you possibly understand these things?" Chen Yu looked at his son incredulously. "These matters are for the Human Emperor and the other ancestors to consider; don't cause trouble!"
Hou Gangjie shook his head, his small body seemingly containing immense determination. "Father, Mother, you are wrong. Although I am young now, if I can contribute to the human race, why should I consider anything else?"
"When our human race was first born, we faced all sorts of dangers. It was through the concerted efforts of our people that we have achieved our current development. What the child is doing is something truly significant!"
Hou Gang stood there stunned, then anxiously used his true energy to check Hou Gangjie's body. "Child, are you alright? Are you sick? Chen Yu, come and see, what nonsense is this child spouting?"
They simply couldn't believe that a seven-year-old child could say such a thing.
Could it be that it has been possessed by a demonic beast?
They had heard that some powerful cultivators could possess other people's bodies with their primordial spirit.
Chen Yu snorted coldly, "Your only concern now is to focus on cultivating your martial arts. Ignore everything else!"
After saying this, he closed the door of the ancestral hall, allowing Hou Gangjie to properly repent before his ancestors.
However, Hou Gangjie could not stay there.
As the leader's son, he naturally knew some tricks for breaking restrictions.
Under the cover of night, he cleverly opened the door of the ancestral hall and sneaked out.
"I must prove to my parents that my idea is not wrong." The little boy carried a small bag on his back, containing several pieces of animal hide with patterns carved on them. "I'm going to find the Human Emperor and show him the writing system I created!"
But how far can a seven-year-old child go?
Although Hou Gangjie had already reached the fourth level of the Mortal Realm, he had never left the tribe for too long.
The forest under the cover of night was so unfamiliar and terrifying to him.
A beastly roar came from not far away, Hou Gangjie trembled in fright.
He forced himself to remain calm and continued walking in the direction the adults had told him, as he remembered it.
However, not long after, a pair of bright green eyes lit up in the darkness.
A leopard-like monster strode out of the bushes, baring its teeth and drool dripping from the corner of its mouth.
This is a Heavenly Immortal beast at the Celestial Immortal level, which is practically invincible to Hou Gangjie, who is at the sixth level of the Mortal Realm.
"No, don't come any closer..." Hou Gangjie retreated step by step, his voice trembling.
The Leopard Demon let out a low growl, pushed off with its hind legs, and pounced straight at us!
At this critical moment, a golden light flashed, and a furry figure blocked Hou Gangjie's path.
The figure raised a hand and waved it, and the Leopard Demon was sent flying backward with a howl, crashing through several large trees before fleeing in a sorry state.
Hou Gangjie, still shaken, looked at his savior—a furry monkey with six ears on its face, scratching its head and curiously examining him.
"Where did this little kid come from, running around outside all by himself?"
Upon seeing the Six-eared Macaque's appearance, Hou Gangjie's already tense nerves could no longer hold, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Six-Eared Macaque scratched his head, looking puzzled. "Am I that scary-looking?"
He looked at Hou Gangjie, who had fainted on the ground, shook his head helplessly, picked up the little baby, and flew towards the Dao Venerable.
When Hou Gangjie slowly woke up, he found himself lying on a simple bed.
He rubbed his eyes and saw the six-eared monkey talking to a man in a blue robe.
"Master, this little boy was alone in the wilderness and was almost eaten by a monster, so I brought him back."
The man in the blue robe turned his head, Hou Gangjie was immediately stunned—wasn't this Lin Tian, Father God enshrined in the ancestral temple?
"Father, Father God!" Hou Gangjie hurriedly got out of bed and knelt down to worship.
Lin Tian smiled slightly and reached out to help him up, "No need for formalities. What's your name? Why are you out alone?"
Hou Gangjie answered timidly, "My name is Hou Gangjie, and I'm from the Fengyan Tribe. I... I want to find the Human Emperor..."
"What do you want with the Human Emperor?" Lin Tian asked curiously.
Hou Gangjie took out animal hides from his bag, which were covered with various strange symbols. " Father God, I want to create writing for the human race! Look, these are the patterns I drew..."
Lin Tian took the animal hide and carefully examined the patterns on it, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Although these patterns are rudimentary, they already possess the rudiments of pictographs.
"Could he be the future Cangjie?"
Six-Eared Macaque leaned over for a look and said dismissively, "Isn't this just a child's doodle?"
"No," Lin Tian shook his head, his expression serious, "This is not ordinary graffiti."
He turned to Hou Gangjie, his eyes filled with approval. "Child, tell me, why did you create writing?"
Hou Gangjie straightened his small body and said earnestly, " Father God, our human race now uses knotted ropes to record events; important matters are tied with large knots, and minor matters with small knots."
"But after a while, who will remember what each knot represents? The language used in the Shennong's Shen Nong's Herbal Classic Medicine Ancestor is too complex for ordinary people to learn."
"I want to create a simple and easy-to-learn writing system so that every human race can use it to record events and pass on knowledge!"
Upon hearing this, a look of relief flashed in Lin Tian's eyes.
He gently patted Hou Gangjie on the shoulder. "Good boy, it's rare to see someone with such ambition."
"However, what you have is not enough; creating writing is not such a simple matter."
Hou Gangjie's eyes lit up. The person in front of him was none other than the Father God. He must have a way. He immediately knelt down.
"I humbly beseech Father God Majesty, Father, to guide me through this perplexing situation!"