The Two Immortals of Many Colors

About half an hour later, at the foot of Mount Buzhou, outside Nuwa's elegant dojo, the space rippled with a subtle yet clear disturbance, like a pebble dropped into a calm lake.

The first to step out of the spatial ripple was Xuan Wazi.

He stood tall and composed, his moon-white daoist robe as pristine as ever, spotless and without a single crease. His long black hair was neatly tied back, his complexion ruddy, his breathing steady and long. His deep eyes held a hint of the satisfaction and lingering enjoyment from having just stretched his muscles. A faint smile played on his lips as he stood with his hands behind his back, as if he hadn't just "sparred" with two powerful peers at the dangerous edge of chaos, but had merely taken a stroll in the back garden. He exuded an air of effortless grace and calm.

As soon as he settled, his gaze swept casually around. He happened to see Nuwa in the distance, on a cloud, who had returned at some point and was now hidden behind the rosy glow, quietly watching him. Xuan Wazi's smile widened instantly. He deliberately winked in Nuwa's direction, a tiny gesture filled with mischief and a hint of "praise me, I'm amazing."

Almost simultaneously as he regained his footing, the spatial ripple behind him twisted violently, as if something was struggling to force its way out. Then, a rather disheveled, staggering figure stumbled out of the void like a drunkard, nearly falling headfirst to the ground.

It was Old Ancestor Hong Yun!

But at this moment, where was the trace of his former demeanor as a top-tier Primordial Era powerhouse, a guest of Zixiao Palace, and a good-natured elder?

His meticulously tied topknot was completely undone, resembling a bird's nest ravaged by a storm. Strands of graying hair stubbornly stuck out, swaying in the wind. His hair was even dusted with gray chaos particles, making him look utterly disheveled.

Most striking was his face—his left eye socket was bruised and swollen, the eyelid drooping so heavily it was almost a slit, giving him the appearance of a freshly made, high-quality "panda eye"! The corner of his right eye was also bruised, though less severely. A tear in his lip left behind dried, dark bloodstains, making him speak with a lisp, which was quite comical. His signature, once vibrant red robe, was now as wrinkled as dried seaweed. His chest, back, and sleeves were clearly marked with several dusty footprints, especially on his chest, where the imprint was particularly clear, as if silently narrating the "inhumane" treatment he had just endured in the chaos.

He clutched his chest, which still ached with a dull throb, his expression a mixture of pain, humiliation, anger, and deep helplessness. His other hand was tightly gripping someone's arm, struggling to drag them out of the still-unsettled spatial fluctuations.

The person being dragged out like a sack was the master of Wuzhuang Temple, the ancestor of Earth Immortals—Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi!

Zhen Yuanzi's condition, on the surface, seemed slightly better than Hong Yun's, but a closer look revealed a similarly shocking state of disarray.

His face, usually ancient and dignified, commanding respect, had fortunately not acquired any new "colors." It retained its original complexion, though it was flushed with an unhealthy redness, interspersed with flashes of paleness, clearly indicating that his internal energy had been severely disrupted by Xuan Wazi's overwhelming power, causing his blood essence to churn violently. However, his exposed neck and the backs of his hands were covered in bruises, as if a paint store had exploded. Particularly on the outer side of his right thigh, his daoist robe was completely torn, revealing a large area of swollen, shiny, deep purple, almost black, terrifying bruising that looked agonizing just to see. His "Heaven and Earth Crown," symbolizing his status and authority, was now askew on his head, teetering precariously as if it might fall to the ground at any moment. His breathing was erratic, his steps unsteady. Dragged by Hong Yun, he could barely stand, clearly having expended an immense amount of both spiritual power and mental energy to withstand Xuan Wazi's tempestuous onslaught in the chaos, showing signs of exhaustion.

These two venerable figures, respected and renowned throughout the Primordial Era for countless Epochs, looked more miserable than common thugs who had lost a street brawl and were then cornered and severely beaten. And they had been "disciplined" into this state by the same person, in a one-sided manner, with overwhelming force and mockery.

Fuxi, who had been nearby, guarding Tongtian while he was in enlightenment and silently observing the situation in the chaos, saw Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi emerge from the void, so "colorful" and one dragging the other. Even with his profound cultivation and vast experience, he was stunned, his mouth agape, his eyes wide. He froze for a good two to three seconds.

Then, the corners of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably, his facial muscles contorting as if he were desperately holding something back. But looking at Hong Yun's comically effective "panda eye" and Zhen Yuanzi's bruises, as if smeared with paint by a mischievous child, combined with their expressions of utter despair and shame, Fuxi felt an uncontrollable urge to laugh welling up from his dantian to his throat.

"Pfft—cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

He couldn't hold it in any longer and erupted into a violent coughing fit, actually using it to mask the burst of laughter that was about to escape. He quickly covered his mouth and nose with his wide sleeves, but his shoulders shook violently as if sifting through chaff, and his body even bent slightly. He was clearly struggling immensely to suppress his laughter, tears nearly welling up. He had imagined Xuan Wazi's strength and the possibility of him gaining the upper hand, but he never expected this "sparring match" to end in such a "unique" and "memorable" fashion! This Xuan Wazi was truly a master of "wickedness"!

Even Nuwa, hidden in the clouds, who had already achieved Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal status and whose Dao Heart should have been as tranquil as a still pond, experienced a momentary pause on her beautiful, flawless, and dignified face. As her clear, cool gaze swept downwards, she clearly saw Hong Yun's strikingly conspicuous "panda eye" and the colorful "painting" on Zhen Yuanzi's neck and hands, as well as the horrifying bruising beneath his torn daoist robe. Even with her saintly heart as calm as water, she couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

Then, the corners of her lips, as cold as millennia-old ice, involuntarily curved upwards into a tiny arc, like a thawing river in spring, forming a smile so captivating it could eclipse the sun and moon. She quickly raised her fair, jade-like hands to lightly cover her lips, but her beautiful eyes, filled with the profound mysteries of Creation and the starlight of wisdom, were already brimming with an almost overflowing mirth, like ripples on a spring lake, or starlight twinkling in the night sky. She looked at Xuan Wazi below, who had an expression of "I did nothing" and "I'm innocent" while clearly being smug, and then at the miserable and unsightly yet somewhat comical state of Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi. Her heart felt both annoyed and amused, mixed with a hint of helpless amusement. She thought to herself, "This Xuan Wazi... is truly... incorrigible! He has no sense of restraint when he strikes... But... hehe, but Daoist friend Hong Yun's eye socket... is quite 'symmetrical and unique'... And Daoist friend Zhen Yuanzi's 'outfit,' I doubt it will be seen again for ten thousand years..."

Xuan Wazi's spiritual sense was incredibly sharp, and he naturally took in Fuxi's suppressed laughter and Nuwa's amused expression from behind the clouds. The already somewhat punchable smile on his face became even brighter, like the sun rising in the chaos. He deliberately winked even more broadly in the direction of Nuwa's cloud layer, with a hint of seeking praise, as if saying, "See? Didn't I do a great job?"

Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi were no ordinary figures. Although they were in a sorry state and their cultivation had suffered greatly, their spiritual senses were still intact. They clearly felt the intense emotional fluctuations from Fuxi's direction and vaguely sensed the gaze of the saint from above the clouds, filled with amusement!

In an instant, both felt as if their faces were burning, the stinging pain far exceeding their physical injuries! It was a complex feeling of shame, embarrassment, humiliation, and immense frustration, making them wish they could immediately use their escape techniques and flee for millions of miles, or simply find the deepest crack in the ground beneath Mount Buzhou and disappear into it forever.

Fight? They were clearly no match for him. If they continued, it wouldn't just be about "adding color."

Reason? What logic could they possibly reason with someone like Xuan Wazi, who could bring the dead to life and the living to death? They would likely be angered to the point of their Dao Hearts collapsing.

Stay and talk? Facing the saint Nuwa's subtly amused gaze and Fuxi's shaking shoulders? That would only completely ruin the little dignity they had left!

With remarkable tacit understanding, they both simultaneously ignored Xuan Wazi, who stood there radiating an aura of "Aren't I handsome?" and "Aren't I powerful?" Hong Yun released his grip on Zhen Yuanzi's arm. Zhen Yuanzi swayed for a moment before managing to stand steadily with his own spiritual power. Without a word, and without even exchanging glances, they walked like two silent stone statues, somewhat unsteadily, to an open space nearby.

Zhen Yuanzi, suppressing the piercing pain from his outer thigh and the burning heat on his face, took a deep breath, trying to calm his churning blood essence. He silently circulated his Profound Technique and, with a wave of his hand, a simple stone table and two stools, meticulously crafted from innate jade, appeared out of thin air and landed steadily. He then took out a chessboard and pieces. The pieces were neither gold nor jade, but were forged from the cores of stars and innate warm jade, emitting a faint spiritual light and Dao rhythm. Although his movements appeared steady, his slightly trembling fingers, white at the tips, betrayed the immense turmoil and shame within him.

"Come, Zhen, Daoist Zhen Yuanzi," Hong Yun said in a muffled voice, his words slightly slurred due to the injury on his lip. He was the first to sit on a stone stool, trying hard to straighten his back and adopt his usual demeanor of immortal grace and detachment from worldly affairs. However, his swollen, bruised left eye, barely open, his split lip, and his disheveled hair and wrinkled, footprint-covered daoist robe made all his efforts appear incredibly comical and futile, making him look more like a fallen old daoist trying to save face.

"Good," Zhen Yuanzi's voice was lower and hoarser than usual, as if his throat were filled with sand. He picked up a black star chess piece and, without looking, clack—almost with a sense of venting his frustration—he placed it heavily on the Tianyuan position of the chessboard! His gaze was fixed intently, unblinkingly, on the intersecting lines of the board, as if it contained the ultimate mystery beyond Hunyuan, pointing directly to the Great Dao. He didn't dare, nor did he have the face, to look up at anyone present.

As an awkward silence filled the air, a very faint sigh, tinged with helplessness and amusement, drifted down from the clouds.

Nuwa finally couldn't bear it any longer. After all, Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi were old acquaintances from Zixiao Palace. Their current state, while a result of Xuan Wazi's extreme lack of decency, was truly too undignified and would harm their reputation if it spread. As a newly ascended Hunyuan saint, she couldn't completely ignore it.

She lightly tapped her slender fingers in the clouds, and a warm, jade-like green luminescence, imbued with endless vitality and the profound mysteries of Creation, flowed from her fingertips. This luminescence, like the first stirrings of life in early spring, or the flow of life's origin, silently traversed space, splitting into two streams that precisely enveloped Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi, who were "attentively" playing chess.

Hong Yun felt a cool, comfortable, and life-affirming energy instantly envelop his entire body. Especially the burning ache in his left eye, which felt like timely rain after a long drought. He blinked instinctively. The bruised, swollen eye socket, which had been reduced to a mere slit, rapidly reduced in swelling at a visible rate. The bruising dissipated, and his skin returned to normal. Even the split wound on his lip healed instantly, leaving only a faint, almost invisible mark. His disheveled hair also moved as if by an unseen wind, becoming neat and tidy again. The dust and footprints on his daoist robe quietly vanished, restoring its original vibrant color.

Zhen Yuanzi was also enveloped by the green light full of Creation's vitality. The bruises on his neck and the backs of his hands, which were blotchy and purple, were wiped away as if by an invisible hand, rapidly fading and disappearing, his skin returning to normal. The horrifying deep purple bruise on the outside of his thigh also felt a tingling sensation, followed by the swelling receding and the bruising dissipating. Even his torn daoist robe repaired itself under the power of Creation. The churning blood essence within him also quickly calmed under the nourishment of this gentle yet powerful vitality. His disordered breathing soon became even and prolonged, and even his crooked Heaven and Earth Crown straightened automatically.

In the blink of an eye, the two great powers, who had been so "colorful" and disheveled moments before, had regained their former immortal grace and dignified bearing, as if nothing had happened.

However, while their injuries could be healed, their memories and feelings could not be erased. Their bodies had recovered, but the deeply ingrained humiliation, shame, and fear of being dominated by Xuan Wazi were etched into their minds. The physical relief only amplified their psychological embarrassment.

Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi froze simultaneously. Feeling their bodies restored, they naturally understood that Saint Nuwa had intervened. The blush that had just faded from their faces seemed to be returning, and they dared not look up. They merely gave a subtle, extremely quick bow towards Nuwa in the clouds, feeling too ashamed even to send a telepathic thank you, and then more stiffly threw themselves into the game of chess, as if trying to expend all their attention on the black and white pieces.

Seeing this, Fuxi's shoulders shook even more violently. He quickly turned to face Mount Buzhou, but his slightly trembling back betrayed him.

After finishing this, Nuwa cast a slightly chiding glance at Xuan Wazi below, who was watching with great interest, as if to say, "Look at the mess you've made."

Upon receiving Nuwa's gaze, Xuan Wazi not only didn't restrain himself but grinned at her, revealing a row of white teeth, and transmitted telepathically, "Thank you, Daoist Nuwa, for cleaning up the mess. Otherwise, these two would probably have to walk around the Primordial Era like that for ten thousand years, haha!"

Nuwa shook her head helplessly and no longer paid him any mind. Her figure slowly faded into the clouds and rosy glow.

Seeing this, Xuan Wazi chuckled and, finally satisfied, withdrew his gaze. He found the smoothest, flattest giant rock to sit on. He appeared to be lost in thought, but his mind was already immersed within himself, excitedly communicating with the system in his mind about the spoils of this battle, and eagerly anticipating what new "fun" and "opportunities" awaited him after Tongtian finished his enlightenment.

[Ding! The host has successfully conducted a "unique" chaotic spar, creating a profound "body painting" artwork for Daoist friends Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi. The visual effect was stunning, and the comedic effect was off the charts! It deeply shocked (and successfully amused) Saint Nuwa, Fuxi, and other onlookers, both present and absent. This action has greatly promoted the host's "unfilial" style and demonstrated overwhelming strength. Unfilial Points +!]

[Hint: Sect Master Tongtian's enlightenment is nearing its final stage. His sword intent is hidden, and his Dao rhythm is approaching perfection. The critical juncture for the Three Pure Ones to achieve sainthood is imminent. A new round of "unfilial"... cough cough, "setting things right" and "guiding the healthy development of the Primordial Era" great opportunities is about to begin. Please be fully prepared, host, and continue to strive for greater glory!]

Xuan Wazi felt incredibly elated and responded proudly, "System, see? This is what I call professionalism! A perfect combination of overwhelming strength and comedic effect! It exercised my muscles, consolidated my cultivation, earned me points, and entertained the masses (especially Sister Nuwa). It's a win-win-win! Just you wait. When Tongtian wakes up, we'll head to Kunlun Mountain, the West, and other places to give Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, and Zhunti some 'guidance.' The mission rewards... hehehe, just thinking about it makes my mouth water."

He could already see countless Innate Supreme Treasures, Primordial Spirit Materials, and mouth-watering realm advancement rewards enthusiastically waving their handkerchiefs at him from the end of the chaos.