The Primordial Wilderness's Number One Good Person

In the south, that aura drew closer and closer.

Finally, tens of thousands of li away, at the farthest reach of his gaze.

A tiny red dot appeared.

The red dot was swift; ten thousand li was but a trivial distance.

From the moment it was spotted, only a few breaths passed.

The red light had already flown to within three thousand li of Mount Taixuan.

Li Xuan looked at the red light, momentarily taken aback.

Then he blinked and a smile crept onto his face.

The fleeing light faded, revealing the figure of a middle-aged Daoist.

This middle-aged Daoist stood atop an auspicious cloud, his face etched with worry, gazing toward Mount Taixuan.

Name: Red Cloud.

Identity: Primordial Being.

Cultivation: Golden Immortal of the Origin, Level Ten.

Artifacts: Soul-Scattering Red Sand, Primordial Red Cloud, Fire Cloud Sword.

Technique: Primordial Red Cloud Essence Art.

Combat Power Evaluation: Formidable.

The information on the Daoist before him naturally unfolded before Li Xuan's eyes.

And it was precisely because of this information that Li Xuan was first surprised, then amused.

"Red Cloud?? The number one good guy of the Primordial Wilderness? Why the hell is this guy coming to me?"

Li Xuan rubbed his chin, inwardly puzzled.

Meanwhile, Red Cloud stood outside Mount Taixuan's grand formation, anxiously peering inside, but unable to see through it.

After a moment's thought, he called out loudly: "Fellow Daoist within! This Poor Daoist is Red Cloud of Mount Wanshou! Passing by this place, I sensed you undergoing tribulation, so I came to assist! How fare you!? Do you need help!? Or a protector!? I swear I have no ill intent! If you have truly been gravely wounded by the great tribulation, do not force yourself to endure! Otherwise, it will leave a major hidden danger in your Dao foundation! I have here a Ginseng Fruit; take it and consume it without hesitation!"

As he spoke, Red Cloud indeed produced a human-shaped fruit, like a porcelain doll, floating in his palm.

Li Xuan clicked his tongue in disbelief...

If anyone else had come and said such words.

Li Xuan would have sneered coldly.

Perhaps even lured him in.

Then, relying on the formation, killed him!

Who would believe such nonsense!?

A hundred percent chance they were trying to take advantage of his weakness.

Right after he had just crossed the tribulation.

But since it was Red Cloud in person...

When he said these words...

Then he was, truly and sincerely.

Intending to help this.

Stranger he had never met, and didn't even know at all!

As the saying goes, names can be mistaken.

But nicknames never are.

The number one good guy of the Primordial Wilderness—this title was not earned for nothing.

Watching Red Cloud pace endlessly outside his formation.

His face growing more anxious by the moment.

Li Xuan felt a stir of gratitude in his heart.

He was genuinely worried for him.

"Fellow Daoist! Are you too severely injured from the tribulation to reply!? If so, forgive my impertinence—I will break into your formation! Once I save your life, I will apologize to you!"

After lingering outside the formation for a while longer.

Red Cloud finally made up his mind.

Suddenly, he let out a loud shout, his body moving, about to charge into the formation.

"Ah, a good man he is, but not endearing—really, this isn't endearing..."

Seeing Red Cloud truly about to breach the formation.

Li Xuan sighed inwardly, then waved his hand.

The Grand Profound Illusory Realm Array immediately opened.

"If you wish to enter, Fellow Daoist, then please do—why force your way in?"

Li Xuan's voice drifted down from the mountain.

Seeing this, Hong Yun paused, halting his steps.

He followed the opened formation, gazing toward the peak deep within.

There, a young Daoist sat calmly, watching him.

The young man's aura and cultivation fluctuations were utterly unreadable to him.

But it was clear that the young Daoist was perfectly fine.

At once, Hong Yun's tense heart relaxed.

Hong Yun looked at Li Xuan and said with a light smile: "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, on successfully overcoming your tribulation! Since you are unharmed, This Poor Daoist will not intrude further. My earlier intention to force my way in was truly out of concern for your safety—I hope you will not take offense."

Li Xuan shrugged.

He had no good way to respond to Hong Yun's sincere words.

Because anything he said would make him seem like a petty man judging a gentleman's heart.

So he simply said nothing.

Hong Yun chuckled and said: "It seems you are not fond of conversation, Fellow Daoist. Then This Poor Daoist will not make a nuisance of himself. I am Hong Yun, dwelling on Mount Wanshou, sixteen million li south of your location. If you have free time in the future, you are welcome to visit Mount Wanshou. This Poor Daoist and my close friend Zhen Yuanzi will both sincerely welcome you!"

Li Xuan nodded and said: "If This Poor Daoist has the leisure, I shall visit Mount Wanshou."

Hong Yun laughed heartily: "Excellent! This Poor Daoist loves nothing more than making good friends. I firmly believe that if I treat my friends with sincerity, they will treat me with sincerity in return. Farewell, Fellow Daoist!"

Li Xuan nodded: "Farewell."

Hong Yun let out a long laugh, turned, and flew off on a beam of red light, without a trace of hesitation.

Hong Yun's life was one of openness.

If he said he came to save someone, then he came to save someone—there was no other motive.

As for being misunderstood?

He didn't care much.

After all, in time, those fellow Daoists who misunderstood him.

Would eventually come to understand his true heart.

Now that the young Daoist had safely passed his tribulation and was in no danger.

And showed no desire to befriend him.

Then he would simply leave.

He had nothing to be ashamed of!

Feeling that he had done another good deed today.

Hong Yun's face was full of smiles, his thoughts clear and unobstructed, as he trod the clouds and sang loudly, quickly disappearing into the distance.

Li Xuan watched the fading red light and waved his hand again, restoring the Grand Xuan Formation.

Hong Yun, ah, Hong Yun.

If it were possible, Li Xuan would have been willing to befriend him, even become a close friend.

After all, he was, in the truest sense, a good person.

With such a friend, you would never have to worry about ulterior motives or scheming.

But unfortunately.

He could not befriend him, could not even tell him his name.

Because if he did befriend him and revealed his name.

Then soon, everyone who knew Hong Yun.

Would know of his existence.

By then, Hongjun would likely come knocking on his door.

This was also the frustrating thing about Hong Yun.

He was defenseless, and naturally assumed.

That everyone else should be defenseless too...

It was like telling your closest friend the words from the bottom of your heart.

Only for that friend to turn around and tell others...

And yet, he truly meant no harm...

Shaking his head with a sigh, Li Xuan, who understood the tragic fate awaiting Hong Yun.

Could only murmur in his heart: "Hong Yun, ah, Hong Yun... you don't know... good people don't live long, you see..."

Hong Yun's arrival was but a minor interlude.

Mount Taixuan once again fell into stillness.

Li Xuan continued to sit cross-legged in meditation, cultivating the Great Dao.

Time flowed on.

In the blink of an eye, another fifty thousand years passed.

Kong Xuan, Bright Rabbit, Qi Ying, Little Blue, and Little Purple had never returned.

This, instead, stirred worry in Li Xuan's heart.

Could it be that they had long since fallen out in the world?

Yet the Primordial Wilderness was vast beyond measure—even if Li Xuan worried, what could he do?

Going out to search would surely yield nothing.

Thus, Li Xuan could only suppress the unease in his heart.

He thought of Kong Xuan, who bore the Five-Colored Divine Light, making it hard for even ghosts and gods to approach.

Unless he encountered a powerhouse on the level of the Three Pure Ones.

Otherwise, even if youth made him unable to win in a fight, escaping would always be possible.

On this day.

A faint, crackling sound reached Li Xuan's ears.

Frowning slightly, Li Xuan opened his eyes and surfaced from his swim through the ocean of the Great Dao.

He saw beside him the small egg that had been gestating for nearly two hundred thousand years.

It began to truly tremble, and then—to crack open!

The Golden-Winged Great Peng!

At last, it had made up for its congenital deficiencies.

It, too, was about to be born!