Qing Xuan

"You black ruffian, if you've got any guts, stop dodging and fight me head-on, your grandpa right here."

"You dimwit, why should This Seat listen to you? I'm beating you to death today."

"Black ruffian!"

"Dimwit!"

The two bickered as they fought, but the battle had indeed reached its final moment. Both began to unveil their trump cards and ultimate strength.

The Iron Eater Beast swung his Mysterious Iron Rod so fast it formed an impenetrable wall, an intangible law swirling around the rod, attacking the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird from all directions.

Shao Siming gasped in admiration: "It's the Law of Strength!"

Donghua nodded at this. Though the Iron Eater Beast's Law of Strength was rudimentary, it was indeed that elusive Law of Strength.

The Three Thousand Great Daos were a vague number—not necessarily three thousand, perhaps even more—but the most mysterious of them all was surely the Law of Strength.

Time and Space, though noble and rare, still had cultivators dabbling in them. Even at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, one began to touch upon Time and Space.

But the Law of Strength was incredibly hard to cultivate, relying entirely on insight and talent. It wasn't something you could just decide to train in.

Forged through belief and countless battles, it formed a strange Dao law—shapeless and tasteless, yet existing within the Great Daos.

"As they say, 'One force breaks ten thousand laws'—that's the Law of Strength."

When Pangu split Heaven and Earth, he used the Law of Strength.

In the arena, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird revealed its true form, leaping through space, the Yin Yang Two Energies swirling around its sharp talons.

It attacked from countless spatial jumps, but the Iron Eater Beast blocked every strike.

Suddenly, an eagle's cry rang out. The Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird, having just struck from behind, now lunged straight for the Iron Eater Beast's heart from the front.

The Iron Eater Beast was startled. His Mysterious Iron Rod, carrying boundless might, smashed forward as he roared:

"Heaven Breaker!"

If that rod and those talons landed true, one would lose its head, the other its heart.

Seeing this, Donghua felt he should intervene. It would be a shame for these two to die here.

Just as their attacks broke through each other's defenses and were about to land, a voice suddenly rang out:

"Stop!"

At that single word, both attacks froze completely, a mere inch apart.

Donghua and Shao Siming revealed their true forms, stepped before the two, and waved a hand to separate them.

Released from their stasis, the two collapsed to the ground, sweat streaming down their faces, looking shaken.

Donghua understood their state. Without him, these two would have been finished today.

Between life and death lies great terror.

"Black ruffian."

"Dimwit."

"Black ruffian, black ruffian, black ruffian."

"Dimwit, dimwit, dimwit."

Snapping out of it, the two suddenly started cursing each other, then charged forward and tangled up again.

Only this time, they used no magic—just plain mortal brawling.

They wrestled and shouted insults.

Donghua watched the spectacle from the side.

But as he watched, he noticed the two grappling figures drifting farther and farther from him and Shao Siming.

Using their scuffle as cover, they were slowly retreating.

Seeing this, Donghua couldn't help shaking his head, sighing inwardly: "No creature in the Primordial Wilderness is simple."

Shao Siming noticed too. With a flash, she grabbed both by the scruff of their necks and dragged them back.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird said nothing, its face darkening.

But the Iron Eater Beast looked embarrassed, rubbing its fur and grinning at Donghua and Shao Siming.

A picture of clumsy charm.

"Greetings, two Great Gods!"

Donghua looked them over and said, "Alright, drop that act. This Seat won't harm you. I only stepped in because I saw your talent was wasted here. If you still want to fight to the death, go ahead."

Hearing Donghua's words, both relaxed. After all, killing for treasure was all too common in the Primordial Wilderness these days.

The Iron Eater Beast rubbed its head sheepishly and said, "Thank you, Great God, for the rescue. I am Xiong Er of the Iron Eater Beast clan."

The Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird, shedding its earlier gloom, said with a proud air, "Thanks for the rescue, Great God. I am the son of the Primordial Phoenix, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird. No name."

Xiong Er's face filled with shock at the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird's words. "What? You're the Phoenix Ancestor's son? Since when did she have a son?"

The Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird puffed up with arrogance and let out a scornful laugh.

"What would a fool like you know? What could you possibly understand?"

"Hmph, Black Ruffian!"

Seeing the two about to quarrel again, Shao Siming said impatiently, "Shut up!"

Once they both fell silent, Donghua said, "This Seat is Tai Wei, and this is my younger sister Tai Hua. I wonder why the two of you were fighting so fiercely? If This Seat hadn't been here today, you both would have surely died."

Upon hearing Donghua's introduction, Shao Siming immediately beamed with joy.

The two of them chattered on, explaining the whole story. Donghua understood at once after hearing it.

The Mysterious Yin Divine Flower had originally belonged to the Iron Eater Beast Xiong Er, but by a twist of fate, it had fallen into the hands of the passing Golden-winged Great Peng.

"What decision have the two of you made now?"

The Golden-winged Great Peng heard Donghua's question but said nothing. In his heart, he didn't feel he had done anything wrong.

Spiritual treasures and divine objects go to those fated to obtain them. Xiong Er had waited so long, yet in the end, it landed in his hands—that meant the Mysterious Yin Divine Flower was fated to be his.

Besides, even if it weren't a matter of fate, now that he had it, there was no way he'd hand it over.

It was just that with these two Great Divine Beings present, he didn't dare say it out loud. His cultivation was too low, and while his innate divine ability was formidable, it was useless in the face of absolute power.

He was arrogant, not stupid. A Golden Immortal trying to reason with a Great Divine Being of unknown depth? That would be suicide.

Xiong Er thought for a moment and said, "Great God Tai Wei, since this Black Ruffian is the son of the Phoenix Ancestor, I'll let it go. The Phoenix Ancestor has done my clan a great kindness. If I can repay a fraction of it through her son, that's only right."

Donghua nodded after hearing this. Whether the kindness was real or not, Xiong Er's words were well-spoken and pleasing to hear.

"It's your decision, then!"

After speaking, Donghua looked at the Golden-winged Great Peng for a while.

Suddenly, he spoke: "Golden-winged Great Peng, you possess excellent innate talent, but lack a good teacher to guide you. This Seat wishes to take you as a disciple. Are you willing?"

Donghua genuinely wanted to take the Golden-winged Great Peng as his disciple. This fellow's talent was outstanding, but his temperament and character needed refinement.

With the Innate Yin Yang Qi and the Golden-winged Great Peng's spatial talent, as long as he didn't stray from the right path, his future achievements would at least reach the Quasi-Saint level.

The Golden-winged Great Peng didn't hesitate at all. He immediately knelt: "Disciple pays respects to Master!"

With such a good opportunity, why wouldn't he seize it? Based on the earlier display of power, this person was at least a peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

In the current Primordial Wilderness, a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was undoubtedly a top-tier expert, and Quasi-Saints were only achieved by a few guests of the Purple Cloud Palace—extremely rare.

But the Golden-winged Great Peng found that although he had knelt, he couldn't lower his head to kowtow.

Donghua laughed heartily and said, "You are the first disciple I have taken, which means you are the founding disciple of my Tai Wei lineage."

"As the saying goes, without rules, nothing can be accomplished. While my sect's requirements are not overly strict, there are three ironclad rules that must never be broken."

"First, disciples are strictly forbidden from harming each other!"

"Can you do this?" Donghua used his Primordial Spirit pressure, catching the Golden-winged Great Peng off guard and forcing him to answer instinctively.

"As long as fellow disciples do not harm me, this disciple can absolutely do it."

"Good!"

"Second, disciples must respect their master and uphold the Dao. Can you do this?"

Golden-winged Great Peng: "This disciple can."

"Third, under my tutelage, disciples must not kill the innocent indiscriminately or bully the weak with strength."

When this question was asked, the Golden-winged Great Peng could no longer answer.

Seeing this, Donghua said, "My path is learned from the Purple Cloud Palace. The Dao Ancestor has a compassionate heart. Forbidding you from killing the innocent indiscriminately is to cultivate your mind. Not bullying the weak with strength doesn't mean you cannot contend with those weaker than you—it simply means you must not oppress them with superior cultivation. I believe that cultivators must have a kind heart."

Hearing Donghua's explanation, the Golden-winged Great Peng immediately said, "This disciple can do it."

Donghua was greatly pleased. If the Great Peng couldn't manage it, he would have no choice but to refuse him as a disciple.

"Very well, perform the rites."

After the Great Peng completed the rites, Donghua stepped forward and helped him up.

"Now that you have become my disciple, I shall give you a Dao name. My Dao name is Tai Wei, so you shall be Qing Xuan. Is that acceptable?"

The Golden-winged Great Peng was overjoyed: "Disciple thanks Master. From now on, my Dao name is Qing Xuan."

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