Recognizing Xuan as Father

"Poor Daoist Xuanxiao. Since you two aren't here to cause trouble, please, come in." Xuanxiao lightly waved his hand, and the tightly shut doors of the Primordial Hall slowly swung open, a mysterious and grand aura rushing forth.

Hearing Xuanxiao's words, both men were startled.

"Xuanxiao—isn't that the Dao Venerable the Heavenly Dao suddenly proclaimed across the Primordial World? So he's the Dao Venerable. No wonder he has this strength. Coming here to apologize was definitely the right call."

Shi Qilin and Mo Yuan exchanged a glance, then strode straight into the hall.

Yet the moment they set foot inside the Primordial Hall, both froze, faces full of shock.

"This place... this isn't Thunder Marsh! When did we leave Thunder Marsh?" Mo Yuan's voice carried disbelief. They clearly remembered being in Thunder Marsh moments ago, but now, standing in this Primordial Hall, they could distinctly feel an aura utterly different from Thunder Marsh.

Shi Qilin didn't speak, but his heart was far from calm. Even he had no idea how they had left Thunder Marsh.

"And why is the Chaos Qi here so dense?" Mo Yuan exclaimed in awe. "And this Chaos Qi isn't wild and violent like in the Chaos—it's gentle and docile.

And these Great Dao laws, so thick it feels like you could touch the essence of the Great Dao itself.

Compared to this, our so-called top-tier blessed cave heaven, Kirin Cliff, is nothing but a trash heap!"

Hearing Mo Yuan's lament, Shi Qilin shot him an exasperated glare, muttering inwardly: "This reckless kid, blurting out all the truth! Don't I have a reputation to uphold?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Mo Yuan realized his slip, especially catching Shi Qilin's sharp look. He quickly covered his mouth, afraid to say anything more out of line.

Xuanxiao heard Mo Yuan's words and couldn't help a faint smile, thinking to himself: "With a mouth like Mo Yuan's, even cultivating the Causality Great Dao wouldn't help."

But on the surface, Xuanxiao remained composed, merely raising his hand slightly: "Fellow Daoists, please, have a seat."

With Xuanxiao's gesture, two seats radiating a soft glow materialized before him.

"Thank you, Dao Venerable!"

The two quickly gave their thanks and sat down.

"Dao Venerable, we're not still in Thunder Marsh, are we?" Shi Qilin looked at Xuanxiao curiously, eyes full of doubt.

Xuanxiao nodded slightly and replied gently, "Fellow Daoist's perception is correct. Where we are now is a Daoist Temple carefully prepared for me by my elder brother and father, called the Primordial Realm."

"If the Dao Venerable is already this powerful, how terrifying must his elder brother and father be?" Shi Qilin marveled inwardly, keeping his face impassive.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Shi Qilin fixed his gaze on Xuanxiao and asked, "May I ask who the Dao Venerable's elder brother and father are?"

"My elder brother is Pangu. As for my father, it's not convenient to say." Xuanxiao said calmly.

At Xuanxiao's answer, Shi Qilin and Mo Yuan stood dumbfounded.

"Pangu!!!" Mo Yuan couldn't help blurting out, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Senior, you... you're not joking, are you?" Mo Yuan stared intently at Xuanxiao, as if searching his face for an answer.

Pangu—the one who created the Primordial World! It was no exaggeration to say that all living beings in the Primordial World were born from Pangu.

If Xuanxiao really was Pangu's younger brother, then weren't they all his juniors?

Though Mo Yuan was asking, he knew in his heart that Xuanxiao would never lie about something like this.

"No wonder even the Heavenly Dao honors him as Dao Venerable. So the Dao Venerable is Pangu's younger brother!" Shi Qilin looked at Xuanxiao, his emotion plain to see.

"Nothing worth mentioning, just good fortune." Xuanxiao shook his head modestly.

With that, Xuanxiao waved his hand again. Light flickered, and the table before Shi Qilin and Mo Yuan was instantly covered with all kinds of spirit fruits.

These fruits came in various shapes, exuding an enticing fragrance, each seeming to hold endless spiritual energy.

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"These are some spirit fruits grown in my Primordial Realm. Though they're nothing rare, they taste quite good. Fellow Daoists, please try them." Xuanxiao said with a smile, his eyes sincere and warm.

"Sigh~ These are what the Dao Venerable calls not rare?" Mo Yuan's eyes went wide with astonishment.

"This looks like the fruit of the top-tier Innate Spirit Roots, Yellow Middle Plum and Immortal Apricot, right? As for these, they should be fruits from high-grade spirit roots. And the worst one here seems to be this fruit from the Mid-grade Spirit Root, the Heavenly Vein Tree." Mo Yuan picked up the Heavenly Vein Tree fruit from the table, examining it closely.

"Dao Venerable, if these spirit fruits of yours aren't rare, then what I've been eating all these years might as well be garbage!" Mo Yuan couldn't help complaining, his tone slightly exaggerated.

In truth, it wasn't just Mo Yuan who was shocked. Shi Qilin's heart was also churning.

But he maintained his dignity, forcing down his surprise and struggling to stay calm.

After all, even with the Kirin Clan's foundation, they didn't have so many innate spirit roots, let alone top-tier ones like Yellow Middle Plum and Immortal Apricot.

Even Shi Qilin himself couldn't easily taste fruits from high-grade spirit roots on a regular basis.

Xuanxiao noticed the Heavenly Vein Tree fruit in Mo Yuan's hand, paused briefly, then quickly reached out and took it back, saying apologetically, "My apologies, I grabbed the wrong one. This was originally meant as feed for the Fierce Beasts in my livestock yard, not for guests."

Mo Yuan stared at the fruit that had vanished from his hand, momentarily dazed, muttering to himself, "This... this is used to feed Fierce Beasts? Even pets eat this well now?" He looked at Xuanxiao in disbelief, his eyes full of amazement.

Xuanxiao shook his head helplessly and explained, "Not pets—livestock I raise. If you two are interested, come again next time, and I'll prepare some Fierce Beast meat for you to try."

Hearing this, Shi Qilin and Mo Yuan nearly "broke down."

"This... this is a mid-grade spirit fruit, and you're feeding it to livestock!" The two were utterly stunned, momentarily at a loss for words.

Mo Yuan muttered quietly, "If mid-grade spirit fruits are for feeding livestock, and I used to eat them freely, then my treatment as a Kirin Clan elder is worse than Xuanxiao's livestock."

"If you can't speak, then don't." Shi Qilin shot him a glare after hearing that.

"These two have such weak mental fortitude? Can't handle a few spirit fruits? Too bad the Chaos Great Dao Tree hasn't fruited yet. If I brought out the Great Dao Fruit, wouldn't their Dao hearts shatter?" Xuanxiao found it amusing, a mischievous streak rising within him.

"Fellow Daoists, why are you both frozen? Go on, try them. I've personally verified the taste of these fruits—they're excellent." Xuanxiao urged warmly, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Good, then many thanks to Dao Venerable." Shi Qilin and Mo Yuan took a deep breath, striving to calm their stirred emotions, then reached out to pick up the spirit fruits and taste them.

At this moment, Mo Yuan's gaze kept drifting over Xuanxiao, as if he was scheming something.

"Dao Venerable is so noble in status and has so many treasures—this Primordial Realm is practically a Holy Land for cultivation, exactly the place I've dreamed of. But how can I stay?" Mo Yuan thought, staring at Xuanxiao with wide eyes, blinking incessantly.

"Dao Venerable, I don't suppose you're short of a Disciple? If you are, what about me? I'm one of only two Five Virtues Kirins since the Primordial Wilderness." Mo Yuan looked at Xuanxiao with a fawning expression, his tone dripping with flattery.

Xuanxiao looked at Mo Yuan's demeanor and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile: "No need, I already have a Disciple, and I don't plan to take on another for now."

Hearing Xuanxiao's words, Mo Yuan still refused to give up and pressed on: "Look at how vast this Primordial Hall of yours is—if no one guards it, it might not be safe, right? How about I stay and keep watch over the place for you?"

Xuanxiao looked at Mo Yuan speechlessly: "This place was given to me by my elder brother and father; even the Heavenly Dao cannot bypass me to enter the Primordial Realm. I don't need your protection."

"Uh, even the Heavenly Dao can't get in? Then there's nothing for me to do." Hearing Xuanxiao's words, Mo Yuan realized he wasn't qualified to protect the Primordial Realm.

Mo Yuan paced back and forth between Xuanxiao and Shi Qilin, while Shi Qilin's expression had already turned somewhat grim.

After hesitating for a long while, he gritted his teeth and steeled himself: "Um... Dao Venerable, do you happen to have a son? If not, would you mind having one more?" He stared at Xuanxiao with eager anticipation, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Xuanxiao was caught off guard by Mo Yuan's sudden remark. He turned to Shi Qilin, at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Fellow Daoist, what do you make of this?"

At this point, Shi Qilin's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He glared at Mo Yuan and said through gritted teeth: "Mo Yuan, shut your mouth right now! Don't make me slap you!"

"Haven't you always despised me as a son? Now..." Before Mo Yuan could finish, he saw Shi Qilin's face grow even darker and immediately lost his nerve, muttering under his breath: "Fine, I won't say it. No need to get so angry!"

This little episode came to an end, but from Mo Yuan's unwilling expression, it was clear he hadn't given up on that seemingly "rebellious" idea—he just held back because Shi Qilin was present.

Afterward, the three of them sat in the Primordial Hall, tasting spirit fruits and discussing the Dao, and the atmosphere gradually grew harmonious.

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