What is an Idiot

### Chapter 4: What Is a Fool

"Ah! Misfortune? What kind of misfortune?" He shot to his feet, believing in his heart that Wang Yuan was a great power from the primordial chaos, naturally more shrewd and calculating than himself. With the heavenly mechanism in chaos and everything unclear, if this Uncle could offer even a hint of guidance, it would surely be immensely beneficial.

Wang Yuan looked at Master Tongtian with confusion. "Why did you stand up? What does the Jie Sect have to do with you?"

"Well... Uncle, I have a favorable impression of the Jie Sect."

Wang Yuan rolled his eyes at him. "Fine, let me tell you about this matter of Immortals and Gods. The Heavenly Dao has a flaw; the Investiture of the Gods will fill it. The Dao is missing three hundred and sixty-five deities, so a drama of enfeoffment must unfold. Those with deep blessings will become Immortals in the flesh and found their own lineages; those with average blessings will ascend the list to become Gods; those with shallow blessings will turn to ashes."

"Ah!"

Master Tongtian and Duo Bao exchanged a glance, both eyes filled with shock. The matter of the Three Sects jointly signing the Investiture of the Gods was known only to those within the Three Sects. How did this person... know about it?

At the same time, they were even more astonished by Wang Yuan's identity. Why did it feel like this person knew everything?

"Uncle, then why do you call it a misfortune?"

Wang Yuan frowned at Master Tongtian. "Nephew, although loyalty is important, you have to consider who it's for. Some people deserve your loyalty, but some insidious villains are ungrateful wolves—no matter how good you are to them, they'll still scheme against you."

These words plunged Master Tongtian into deep thought, believing Wang Yuan was implying something. But he didn't know Wang Yuan was thinking of some dog-like friends from his past life who had schemed his company into bankruptcy.

Yet what Master Tongtian actually pondered was... Yuanshi Tianzun and Laozi.

Did his two Senior Brothers truly treat him with sincerity?

"If my guess is right, according to the Investiture... the direction, well... in the end, the Jie Sect's 'Ten Thousand Immortals Come to Court' will dwindle to just a handful of stragglers. Those who should make the list will make it, those who should die will die, those who should betray the sect will betray, and in the end, the Jie Sect will have only two or three disciples left."

These words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving Master Tongtian dizzy and dazed.

"What?!"

"Slap!"

Just as Master Tongtian was about to stand up again, Wang Yuan smacked him down. "What are you getting excited about? It's not our family's business, so why bother with so much?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Uncle is right..."

Master Tongtian dared not reveal his identity, his heart scratching like a cat's claw.

But Wang Yuan continued leisurely, "Don't dwell on this too much. In the end, Master Tongtian will surely understand—it was just his own wishful thinking. His kindness toward those two was nothing more than being taken for a fool."

"Uncle, what is a fool?"

"A fool: one who cannot recognize a single character, one whose mind is unclear—it means an idiot."

"Oh..."

Duo Bao's mouth twitched. You still say 'oh'?

"Uncle..."

"Sigh, what's the point of all your questions? Your intelligence is already below the average level of the Primordial World. The truth is, Laozi and Yuanshi were treacherous; they schemed against Master Tongtian, making all his Jie Sect disciples ascend the榜单."

Master Tongtian gritted his teeth silently. The balance in his heart had unknowingly tipped to the other side because of Wang Yuan's words.

Yuanshi needed no mention—their sect doctrines differed. Master Tongtian had a kind heart, seeing the suffering of all beings in the Primordial World, and advocated teaching without discrimination, taking them all as disciples to educate the masses.

But Yuanshi was different. He was narrow-minded and particular about origins, looking down on those with fur, horns, born from eggs, or born from moisture. The only exception he made was Huang Long, and even then, because Huang Long was born from an egg and moisture, he became the 'Three-None Daoist'—no magic power, no cultivation, no magic treasure.

"Uncle, is there a way to resolve this? To be honest, Uncle, I still admire Saint Master Tongtian quite a bit, for being able to teach without discrimination..."

Wang Yuan rolled his eyes. "If you weren't my nephew, I'd really want to kick you off my immortal mountain. Why admire him? Are you that impressed with an idiot?"

Master Tongtian lowered his head, clenching his fists, telling himself in his heart, Don't get angry, don't get angry...

"But... speaking of which, the solution for the Jie Sect is actually very simple. Just don't get involved in the Investiture. Call the disciples back, tell them not to go out, and break the legs of anyone who dares to leave. As long as they stay inside, nothing will happen. Would anyone dare to attack Golden Turtle Island?"

Master Tongtian nodded. "That's true."

With the Four Swords of Zhuxian, who would dare set foot on Golden Turtle Island? Even a Saint wouldn't!

"Unfortunately, it's impossible. The hardest thing in this world to predict is the human heart."

"Impossible? Uncle, why do you say that?"

"You can keep your own disciples from going out, but what about your disciples' disciples? And your disciples' disciples' disciples?"

"This..." Master Tongtian was left speechless.

Could he restrain everyone? Impossible. Uncle was right—the most complex thing in the world is the human heart.

"Uncle is correct."

"Don't praise me. Just cultivate well and gain the power to protect yourself early. Go all out with these things!"

Wang Yuan encouraged and guided him at the same time. In truth, he wasn't sure what his own mindset was. Was it because he couldn't go out himself, so he was grooming his nephew to act on his behalf?

"Yes, Uncle. Then I... I want to sit on the cushion... Ah! Thank you, Uncle!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Yuan waved his hand, and a pouch appeared in his grasp. Master Tongtian didn't sense any fluctuation of magical power!

This move shocked him deeply. Although his cultivation was suppressed by the formation, his perception was still intact!

Yet Uncle had retrieved something from thin air without any magical power fluctuation!

What did this mean?

Uncle's magical power far surpassed his own!!

"Just wait a moment, Uncle will weave you a mattress. A meditation cushion? That crappy thing can't compare to a mattress."

The man-high bag was stuffed full of Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass!

The gray Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass looked unremarkable at first glance, but if one looked closely, they would notice a divine light restrained within.

Wang Yuan's craftsmanship was still decent. Stuck in the mountains with no way out, he spent his days doing boring tasks—building houses, digging irrigation ditches, embroidering, and weaving—all of which he was quite skilled at.

Half an hour later, Wang Yuan stretched his back. "Alright, from now on you sleep on this. It's pretty soft."