Chapter Twenty: Houtu Turns into Little Earth Girl?

Tongtian Sect Master frowned, clearly not agreeing with Primordial Heavenly Venerate's words. Instead, he said with some emotion, "The Human Race was clearly created by Nuwa, the Demon Emperor, yet they were attacked by the Demon Clan time and again, only to be rescued by the Witch Clan in the end. It's truly the height of irony!"

Primordial Heavenly Venerate and Laozi nodded in unison. Who could say otherwise?

Chapter Twenty: Houtu Turns into Little Earth Girl?

With Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass's permission, Di Jiang entered the Cave Abode where Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass cultivated.

At first, Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass wasn't particularly impressed by this fellow who had suddenly appeared to help him.

He was merely a little curious about why this fellow wanted to help him. After all, everyone in the Primordial World had always been concerned only with sweeping the snow from their own doorstep.

Thus, Nine Swords asked arrogantly, "Why are you helping me?"

Di Jiang: ...

Then, Di Jiang said to Nine Swords, "Hmph! Those fellows from the Demon Clan are bullying others through their power. Our Witch Clan has never liked them. Since Fellow Daoist Nine Swords managed to anger the Demon Clan to this extent, I naturally had to come and lend you a hand."

After saying that, Di Jiang even patted his chest, his face full of sincerity.

Because of those words, Nine Swords developed quite a bit of goodwill toward him.

It seemed that Di Jiang wasn't the sort of person who put on a false show.

After that, the two chatted for quite some time.

Di Jiang had a forthright personality, and Nine Swords found that he got along quite well with him.

He was nothing like the Three Ancestors, who always looked as if they wanted to eat them, or Tongtian, who always seemed to put on airs.

Nine Swords was rarely this happy, and he said frankly, "I really didn't expect to meet someone with a personality like Fellow Daoist Di Jiang's in this Primordial World. I'm truly delighted!"

Di Jiang nodded with a smile. He also admired Nine Swords quite a bit.

He had never imagined that a blade of grass could actually reach such a level!

Thinking of this, Di Jiang asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist Nine Swords, I've never heard of you in the Primordial World before. May I ask about your origins?"

Nine Swords was straightforward by nature and answered directly, "I was originally just a weed. Later, I was enlightened by my master's Great Dao and gradually nurtured day and night, which led to my achievements today."

At those words, Nine Swords felt even more gratitude and respect toward Chen Sheng.

Di Jiang, however, was slightly startled when he heard this!

Master?

Although he had never seen this fellow Daoist unleash his full strength, he had seen that this fellow Daoist could fight Eastern Emperor Taiyi!

Based on that, Di Jiang judged that Nine Swords was definitely no weaker than a late-stage Quasi-Saint.

Such cultivation was also second to none in the Primordial World and worthy of the admiration of all living beings!

Yet a figure like this actually had a master?

And what sort of master could nurture a weed to such a level simply through his influence?

Meanwhile.

Houtu wandered around alone near Shouyang Mountain.

Di Jiang was chatting with Nine Sword Star Pattern Grass, while Houtu didn't want to spend time with those few rough brutes like Zhu Rong, so she had come here to stroll by herself.

Shouyang Mountain was somewhat more beautiful than the Witch Clan's lands, with clearer waters and greener mountains. It was also somewhat more delicate and charming.

Houtu found the scenery along the way quite fascinating.

At the same time.

Seeing that the weather was nice, Chen Sheng brought out a table and a reclining chair, brewed a pot of tea, and lay down in the chair.

He waved a fan, basked in the sunlight, and sipped his tea. He was utterly relaxed!

With such a wonderful mood, it would be a waste not to recite a poem!

"Plucking chrysanthemums beneath the eastern hedge, I leisurely gaze toward the southern mountain."

"Clouds gather in joy and clouds disperse again; I remain free and unrestrained, wild and carefree."

"I am drunk and wish to sleep, so please leave for now. If you have the inclination tomorrow morning, come back carrying your qin."

Just as Houtu was intoxicated by the scenery of Shouyang Mountain, she suddenly heard someone speaking.

Listening closely, Houtu found herself somewhat entranced.

Although Houtu didn't understand that these were poems, she was captivated by the artistic conception within them.

Following the sound, Houtu searched in its direction.

After walking only a few steps, Houtu saw Chen Sheng reclining in a chair, a fan in his hand as he gently waved it.

His eyes were slightly narrowed as he recited poetry and composed verses.

Houtu was slightly stunned at first, then walked over at an unhurried pace.

Chen Sheng noticed someone approaching and opened his eyes.

Seeing a petite and adorable young lady walking toward him, Chen Sheng asked with a beaming smile, "Fellow Daoist, meeting each other is fate. May I ask where you came from?"