Crown Prince Changqin

"Reporting to you, senior: this junior is Crown Prince Changqin."

Donghua seemed to have already guessed the answer, but hearing it confirmed still shocked him a little. The Great Witch before him really was Crown Prince Changqin.

Donghua patted the Hui Dragon beneath him. "Are you Qianyu?"

The Hui Dragon struggled unwillingly, only to find it futile. He couldn't use a trace of the magic power or laws within him, so in the end, he nodded in humiliation.

Donghua hadn't expected the story of Crown Prince Changqin and Qianyu to have truly existed in the Primordial Wilderness, though its background was entirely different.

Donghua thought for a moment but said nothing. Whether the story existed or not, it didn't matter to him.

He touched Changqin's forehead with a finger and passed on the famous piece "High Mountains and Flowing Water" from his previous life on Earth.

In his previous life, he had also been a music lover, though he couldn't play the zither. He could only play the flute.

"Can you play this piece?"

Changqin was immersed in the score and didn't answer Donghua's question.

Before long, he began playing.

The zither's melody flowed on, evoking a mountain peak shrouded in drifting clouds and mist.

Soon, the tune turned lively and songlike, as free and unrestrained as flowing water.

Donghua took out a jade-green flute, placed it to his lips, and began to play.

For a time, the zither and flute melodies flowed endlessly across the mountaintop.

The three colorful birds danced gracefully through the air once more.

When the piece ended, Changqin couldn't help exclaiming, "What a wonderful piece! Truly wonderful. It's just a pity..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but Donghua understood what he meant.

"Just a pity that my flute playing isn't very good."

Changqin realized what he'd said and gave an embarrassed smile. "Senior, that's not what I meant. I meant..."

"Never mind. I know how well I play. You don't need to cover for me."

In his previous life, Donghua had known how to play the flute. With his powerful Primordial Spirit Power in this life, he had certainly improved greatly.

What a pity that Crown Prince Changqin, who played the zither, was practically one with the Dao. Donghua was nowhere near his level.

Donghua looked at the refined and gentle Changqin and remarked, "You really don't seem like a Great Witch of the Witch Clan."

Changqin gave a bitter smile. "I've heard that more than once. Even my father looks down on me, thinking I lack the Witch Clan's heroic courage."

"Judging by the source of Heavenly Fire within you, are you Zhu Rong's son?"

Ancestor Witch Zhu Rong was a Fire Demon God, born with control over Nine Heavens Profound Fire, also known as Heavenly Fire.

Changqin nodded.

"I truly wouldn't have guessed that a hot-tempered old man like Zhu Rong could have a child like you. The Primordial Wilderness is vast indeed, full of wonders."

"You needn't feel dejected or belittle yourself. I said you didn't seem like a Great Witch, but there's something else I should say."

"In my heart, you're the most worthy of being called a Great Witch."

After hearing Donghua's words, Changqin sat bolt upright, as if he had seen the light and found someone who understood him.

Donghua continued, "A witch stands tall between Heaven and Earth and connects with them. Standing tall doesn't mean having unmatched strength. It means having a broad heart."

"Only those with broad hearts can see Heaven and Earth, see all living beings, and see themselves."

The others fell into thought. Changqin murmured the words, "See Heaven and Earth, see all living beings, see yourself."

At last, he came to an understanding. Daoist rhymes swirled around him, and Heavenly Fire churned within him of its own accord, tempering his Great Witch True Form.

He had broken through to the late stage of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.

Changqin bowed deeply. "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Donghua accepted the bow calmly. To be honest, he admired Crown Prince Changqin.

For a Great Witch of the Witch Clan to have such a broad heart and to become a close friend of the Yao Clan's Hui Dragon was truly rare.

Donghua stroked the jade-green flute in his hand and asked, "Have you heard of Wuyi Mountain?"

Crown Prince Changqin thought for a while, then shook his head. Qianyu also shook his head.

Donghua nodded in disappointment and prepared to leave. His goal was the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin at Wuyi Mountain; he had no intention of guiding juniors.

Playing the flute and listening to music today had merely been a whim.

Just then, the three little phoenixes dancing in the sky landed and transformed into three women.

The Phoenix Woman at the front said, "Isn't the Wuyi Mountain you're looking for right here?"

"Here?"

Changqin hurriedly said, "Phoenix Bird, don't talk nonsense. This is Yaoshan. How could it be Wuyi Mountain?"

The unconvinced Phoenix Woman huffed, "You don't know because the mountain's name was changed. When Heaven and Earth first opened, this mountain was called Wuyi Mountain. It was the Daoist abode of the Innate Deity Wuyi Gong, who later perished during the Fierce Beast Tribulation."

"Our Phoenix Clan acquired the mountain and moved here, planting parasol trees, zhen trees, and Fuyao Trees. Then we renamed it Yaoshan."

"Exactly, exactly! Yaoshan is the name our Phoenix Clan gave it. This mountain was originally Wuyi Mountain."

The three women chattered away, explaining the whole matter in an instant.

Crown Prince Changqin didn't argue. When it came to the history of the Ancient and Primordial Eras, the Three Clans certainly had a say.

"Seems I've been rather uninformed."

Donghua nodded happily. Though he was an Innate Deity, he had emerged into the world much later than the Three Clans. He really did know less about the history of the Ancient Era.

Seeing Crown Prince Changqin and Donghua agree, the three women smiled happily.

Donghua paid it no mind. The three little phoenixes had only recently taken human form, and their cultivation was no more than that of Mystic Immortals. They were at the bright and carefree age of childhood.

He then used his divine ability, his eyes shining as he surveyed Wuyi Mountain.

With one look, all the living beings' joys and sorrows, life and death, as well as the myriad sights of the world, appeared before him.

It was the great divine ability Omniscient Insight. It could discern fortune and fate, see through the world's illusions, and shoot divine light to wound enemies.

It was a great divine ability taught by Dao Ancestor Hongjun at the Purple Heaven Palace.

Upon looking, he immediately noticed something amiss and found the hidden secret realm and cave abode within Wuyi Mountain.

It was at a suspended peak in the east. A large tree stood atop the peak, surrounded by a formation.

Donghua rose and went to the secret realm's entrance. With a sweep of his sleeve, he dispelled the formation around it.

The formation itself wasn't strong; it was merely excellent at concealing things. Once its location was known, breaking it wasn't difficult.

After Donghua dispelled the formation, Changqin and the others came over and saw the hidden secret realm and cave abode.

The blue-robed Luan Woman asked in puzzlement, "Could this be Wuyi Gong's cave abode? I heard an elder say that Wuyi Gong didn't die on the battlefield during the Fierce Beast Tribulation. He returned to his cave abode gravely wounded and passed away there. Our clan searched for the secret realm and cave abode, too, but never found it."

"Whether it is or not, we'll know once we go inside."

Donghua was about to enter, but the others remained where they were, unmoving.

"You little ones may not have much cultivation, but you sure have plenty of suspicions. Come on, let's go in together and take a look. There might be a chance for you to find your own opportunities, too. I'm not so petty as to compete with juniors for them."

With that, he walked straight into the secret cave abode.

The others exchanged glances, then followed him in.

It wasn't that they feared death. There was simply too much killing and plundering in the Primordial Wilderness. Wuyi Gong had been an Innate Deity, so he must have had an Innate Spiritual Treasure with him.

That meant there was at least one Innate Spiritual Treasure inside. They were afraid Donghua would kill them to keep them quiet.

Donghua entered and saw that the secret realm really was a cave abode, one that had been lived in before.

After sensing the extent of the cave abode, he headed straight for a great hall.

The hall was sparsely furnished. On a cushion sat a cultivator with his head lowered. His face was black, and a rotting aura hung about him. He had long since stopped breathing, leaving behind only an empty corpse.

Changqin and the others entered the hall and saw the same scene.

"This must be Wuyi Gong."

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