The name of the child prodigy Fuxi spread throughout the human race, and every day, countless cultivators came to the Fengyan Tribe to seek him out.
They weren't there to pick fights. They came seeking medical advice and remedies.
Whether they had hit a bottleneck in their cultivation or gone astray while practicing their techniques, they all wanted the prodigy with X-ray vision to take a look.
In the center of the tribe, Fuxi wore black-rimmed glasses, with a red bow tie fastened around his neck.
He stared gravely at a human Golden Immortal standing before him, his face lined with worry.
"Uncle, your problem is serious."
Fuxi sighed, then smoothly struck that embarrassing pose.
He stuck one hand in his pocket and pointed skyward with the other, as the Detective Conan theme song suddenly blared in the background.
Speaking through a voice changer, he shouted in a childishly high voice,
"The scheming frog keeps touching your belly!"
Then Fuxi tilted his head cutely and blinked his big eyes.
"Ah? How strange!"
"Uncle, why were you sneaking cold water while practicing a fire-type cultivation technique? Your yin and yang energies clashed~"
The Golden Immortal's old face flushed red. Though he was so embarrassed he wanted to crawl into a hole,
he followed Fuxi's instructions and circulated his spiritual energy—and his bottleneck really did begin to loosen!
"Incredible! He really is a child prodigy!"
The whole scene was awkward, but the results were undeniably outstanding.
With every "Ah? How strange!" Fuxi's reputation grew, and he had practically become the new spiritual leader of the human race.
Zhao Gongming and Xuandu sat behind Fuxi on either side like a pair of door gods, there to keep order and watch the show.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Dark clouds suddenly gathered overhead, and thunder roared without