What Is an Idiot?

"Ah! A calamity? What kind of calamity?" He abruptly rose to his feet. In his heart, Wang Yuan was a mighty being from Chaos, so his calculations naturally had to be more accurate than his own. With the heavenly secrets in such disarray, nothing could be discerned clearly. If this powerful Uncle could offer him some guidance, he would surely benefit greatly.

Wang Yuan looked at Tongtian in confusion. "Why are you standing 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. "Fine. Uncle will tell you about this matter of Immortals and Gods. The Heavenly Dao is incomplete, and the Investiture of the Gods will make it whole. The Heavenly Dao lacks three hundred and sixty-five divine positions, so an Investiture of the Gods must be carried out. Those with deep blessings will become immortals and ancestors in the flesh; those with ordinary blessings will have their names entered onto the list and become gods; those with shallow blessings will turn to ash."

"Ah!"

Master Tongtian and Do Bao exchanged glances, both wearing looks of shock. Only members of the Three Sects knew about the matter of jointly signing the Investiture of the Gods. How did this man know?

At the same time, they were even more astonished by Wang Yuan's identity. Why did he seem to know everything?

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

Wang Yuan frowned at Tongtian. "Nephew, loyalty is important, but you must also see who it is directed toward. You can be loyal to some people, but some vile, sinister people are ungrateful wretches. No matter how well you treat them, they will still scheme against you."

Those words plunged Tongtian into thought. He assumed Wang Yuan was hinting at something, but he did not know that Wang Yuan had merely recalled some lousy friends from his previous life who had schemed until his company went bankrupt.

Yet the people Tongtian thought of were indeed... Yuanshi Tianzun and Laozi.

Were his two Senior Brothers truly sincere toward him?

"If my prediction is correct, following the course of the Investiture of the Gods... well... in any case, the Jie Sect's Ten Thousand Immortals Come to Court will eventually be reduced to just a pitiful handful. Those who should go onto the list will go onto the list, those who should die will die, and those who should betray the sect will betray it. In the end, only a few stragglers will remain in the Jie Sect."

Those words struck Tongtian like a thunderclap, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

"What?!"

Slap!

Tongtian had just started to rise again when Wang Yuan smacked him once more. "Why are you getting so worked up? It's not our family's business. Why bother so much?"

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

Tongtian did not dare reveal his identity. His heart felt as though a cat were scratching at it.

However, Wang Yuan slowly said, "Don't think too much about it. Tongtian will definitely understand in the end. It is merely his own wishful thinking. The kindness he shows those two is nothing more than being treated like an idiot."

"Uncle, what is an idiot?"

"An illiterate person cannot recognize words, and a fool has an unclear mind. It means a stupid person."

"Oh..."

Do Bao's mouth twitched. You're still saying "oh"?

"Uncle..."

"Ugh, what's the point of asking so many questions? Your intelligence is already below the average level of the Primordial World. To put it plainly, Laozi and Yuanshi are cunning. They plotted against Tongtian and got all the Jie Sect members onto the list."

Tongtian secretly gritted his teeth. Without realizing it, the scales in his heart had already been tipped to the other side by Wang Yuan's words.

There was no need to mention Yuanshi. Their teachings differed, and Tongtian had a kind heart. Seeing the suffering of the various races in the Primordial World, he wished to teach without discrimination, taking them all under his wing and enlightening all living beings.

Yuanshi, however, was different. He was narrow-minded and petty by nature. When accepting disciples, he demanded strong origins and looked down upon those covered in fur and bearing horns, or hatched from eggs and born from dampness. The only exception was Huang Long, yet because he too had been hatched from an egg and born from dampness, he became the Three-Nothing Daoist: no magical power, no cultivation, and no magic treasures.

"Uncle, is there a way to break this situation? To be honest, Uncle, I rather admire Saint Tongtian. He teaches without discrimination..."

Wang Yuan rolled his eyes. "If you weren't my nephew, I'd really want to kick you off my immortal mountain. What is there to admire about him? You admire fools that much?"

Tongtian lowered his head and clenched his fists, telling himself, Don't get angry, don't get angry...

"Still... speaking of which, the Jie Sect's solution is quite simple. They only need to avoid getting involved in the Investiture of the Gods. Call all the disciples back and forbid them from going out. Whoever dares to leave gets their dog legs broken. As long as they do not leave, they will definitely be fine. Would anyone really dare attack Golden Turtle Island?"

Tongtian nodded. "That is true."

With the Four Swords of Zhuxian, who would dare attack Golden Turtle Island? Not even saints could do so!

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

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

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

"This..." Tongtian was rendered speechless.

Could he restrict everyone? That was impossible. Uncle was right. The most complicated thing in the world was the human heart.

"Uncle is right."

"Don't praise me. Cultivate properly and gain the strength to protect yourself sooner. You can make as much of this stuff as you want!"

Wang Yuan encouraged and guided him at the same time. In truth, he did not quite understand his own mindset. Was it because he could not leave, so he wanted to raise this nephew and have him act in his place?

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

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Yuan waved a hand, and a bag appeared in his grasp. Tongtian did not sense the slightest fluctuation of magical power!

That move shocked him greatly. Although his cultivation had been suppressed by the formation, his senses were still intact!

Yet Uncle had retrieved an object from thin air without producing any fluctuation of magical power!

What did that mean?

Uncle's magical power far surpassed his own!

"Wait a moment. Uncle will weave you a mattress. A meditation cushion? How could that junk compare to a mattress?"

The bag, as tall as a person, was filled to the brim with Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass!

The gray Myriad Transformation Lucid Grass did not appear particularly remarkable, but if one looked closely, one would discover that divine radiance was concealed within it.

Wang Yuan was quite skilled with his hands. Since he could not leave the mountain, he spent his days doing boring things. He was adept at building houses, repairing irrigation channels, embroidery, and weaving.

Half an hour later, Wang Yuan stretched lazily. "There. From now on, sleep on this. It's quite soft."