The Saint Nuwa's Gratitude! Fuxi: Many Thanks, Daoist Friend, for Saving My Sister

At the East Sea Shore, the holy light gradually faded.

Nuwa stood there quietly, her aura completely restrained, yet she gave off a mysterious sensation of being one with heaven and earth.

She had become a saint.

She had truly become a saint.

This feeling was too wondrous. Though it was still the same sky, the same sea, everything appeared entirely different in her eyes.

The laws contained in every drop of seawater, the Great Dao flowing in every wisp of wind, even the life pulses beating within the newly born Human Race—all were clearly laid out in her perception.

This was the perspective of a saint.

Overlooking all beings, perceiving all things.

Nuwa took a deep breath, then turned her gaze to the figure standing with hands clasped behind his back.

Taiyuan still wore that lazy expression, his Moon-White Dao Robe fluttering gently in the sea breeze. His features were handsome, his eyes warm as jade, and a faint smile hung at the corner of his mouth, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

But Nuwa knew that if not for this man before her, she would likely have failed utterly by now, perhaps even suffered severe backlash from the merit.

Not to mention that priceless Chaos Green Lotus Seed.

Something like that—the entire Primordial World couldn't produce a second one—yet he had given it to her without hesitation.

"Daoist Taiyuan."

Nuwa spoke, her voice carrying a tremor—barely restrained gratitude and excitement.

"This kindness, this virtue, Nuwa will never forget."

She solemnly bowed to Taiyuan, a bow from the depths of her heart, without a trace of a saint's reserve or pride.

At this moment, she was no Primordial Saint, merely a woman expressing gratitude to her benefactor.

Taiyuan quickly stepped forward and extended a hand to support her.

"Niangniang, you flatter me. Please, rise quickly."

A warm smile hung on his face, his tone relaxed and casual. "It was a fair deal—you become a saint, I become the Saint Master. We owe each other nothing."

"Besides, that seed would have just been an ornament in my hands. Better to let Niangniang put it to greater use."

He spoke lightly, as if that Chaos Supreme Treasure capable of making someone a saint was truly just a worthless decoration.

Hearing this, a complex emotion surged within Nuwa.

She had lived so long, seen countless cultivators fight to the death over a scrap of resources, seen countless so-called Daoist friends turn ruthless when interests clashed.

Yet this man could speak such words with such ease.

Did he truly not care about the seed's value, or was he deliberately putting on this carefree act before her?

Either way, it left an even deeper impression on Nuwa.

"Daoist, your righteousness is lofty. Nuwa will remember it in her heart."

Nuwa straightened up, her deep, beautiful eyes flickering with complex light—gratitude, admiration, and a hint of something indescribable.

She found she could no longer see through this man.

Clearly only at Perfected Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal cultivation, yet he could grow something as heaven-defying as the Chaos Green Lotus.

Clearly from the barren Western lands, yet he was so wealthy that all the great powers of the East felt inferior.

Clearly able to mind his own business, yet he was willing to risk offending East King Duke and the Three Immortal Island to save her.

What kind of existence was such a person?

Taiyuan felt Nuwa's burning gaze and inwardly gloated, but his face remained impassive.

One seed for a saint's favor—this deal was too good.

From now on, walking the Primordial World with Nuwa as his shield, who would dare touch his Western Sect?

Just then.

From the eastern horizon, a dazzling streak of light tore through the void, flying toward them at a nearly insane speed.

The aura within that streak was extremely powerful—clearly a Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Zhunti instinctively tightened his grip on the Sky-Turning Shovel, watching the streak warily.

"Another troublemaker?"

He had just finished dealing with those three old relics from Three Immortal Island and hadn't had his fill of fighting yet. He was itching for someone to practice on.

But Taiyuan waved his hand, signaling him not to worry.

"It's one of our own."

The streak of light landed, revealing a middle-aged man in a green Dao robe, with handsome features and a refined, scholarly bearing.

Fuxi.

Nuwa's elder brother, the famed wise man of the Primordial World, master of the He Tu Luo Shu.

At this moment, Fuxi's face was full of anxiety, his Dao robe slightly disheveled—clearly he had rushed all the way here, not even bothering to tidy his appearance.

"Sister, are you alright?"

The moment Fuxi landed, he rushed toward Nuwa, looking her over from head to toe, his eyes filled with worry.

While in seclusion at Phoenix Perch Mountain, he had sensed the disturbance in the East Sea and detected violent fluctuations in his sister's aura, so he rushed over in a panic.

Along the way, he had already prepared for the worst, even steeling himself for a desperate fight to the death.

But when he actually arrived, what he saw was a completely unexpected scene.

Not only was his sister unharmed, but she had become a Saint instead?

Fuxi stood frozen, his mind struggling to catch up.

"Brother, I'm fine."

Nuwa smiled faintly, that smile carrying the calm and detachment of a Saint. "Not only am I fine, I've broken through."

"I can see that."

Fuxi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "My sister becoming a Saint—this calls for celebration."

He turned to look around, noticing the messy traces of battle and the trembling newborn Human Race, his brow furrowing slightly.

"What happened here?"

Nuwa briefly recounted the events.

From East King Duke leading people from Three Immortal Island to snatch merit, to Daoist Taiyuan and the other two arriving in time to rescue her, to Daoist Taiyuan producing the Chaos Green Lotus Seed to help her become a Saint.

The more Fuxi listened, the graver his expression grew, until finally he was utterly shocked.

"A Chaos Green Lotus Seed?"

He looked at Daoist Taiyuan in disbelief, his eyes full of astonishment.

That kind of thing, he had only seen recorded in ancient texts, said to be the supreme divine object that nurtured Pangu God, shattered and scattered long ago at the dawn of creation.

This Western Daoist before him could actually produce such a heaven-defying item?

"Daoist Taiyuan."

Fuxi took a deep breath, straightened his disheveled robes, and then solemnly bowed deeply to Daoist Taiyuan, lowering his posture as much as possible.

"Daoist saved my sister from danger and helped her become a Saint. Such great kindness, Fuxi will remember in his heart."

"In the future, if there is any task, I will not refuse even in death."

This bow came from the depths of his soul, without any pretense.

Fuxi was a man of deep loyalty and righteousness; his sister meant more to him than anything.

That Daoist Taiyuan could step in to save her at a critical moment, and spare no expense in offering the Chaos Lotus Seed to help her become a Saint—this debt of gratitude he would never forget.

Daoist Taiyuan quickly stepped forward to help Fuxi up, a warm smile on his face.

"Daoist Fuxi, you flatter me. It was merely a small effort."

"Besides, Empress Nuwa and my Western Sect had an agreement beforehand. Helping her become a Saint also helps myself."

He spoke lightly, as if that Chaos Lotus Seed was truly just a small effort.

Fuxi looked at Daoist Taiyuan's calm and composed face, a complex emotion stirring in his heart.

Just what kind of divine being was this Western Daoist?

Able to grow a Chaos Green Lotus, make his sister owe such a huge favor, and face it all with such ease.

This man was unfathomable.

Fuxi silently affixed that label to Daoist Taiyuan.

Meanwhile.

The news of Nuwa's Sainthood spread like wildfire, quickly reaching every corner of the Primordial World.

East, Mount Kunlun.

The Three Pure Ones were in their respective dojos in seclusion, contemplating the gains from the lectures at Purple Cloud Palace, when they suddenly sensed the Saintly Might fluctuations coming from the East Sea.

Primordial Heavenly Lord's eyes snapped open, his face full of shock.

"Nuwa has become a Saint?"

He stood up in disbelief, sweeping his divine sense toward the East Sea, feeling that familiar yet unfamiliar aura.

It was indeed Nuwa, but not the Nuwa of before.

That was the unique aura of a Saint, transcending heaven and earth, indestructible through countless kalpas.

"How is that possible?"

Primordial Heavenly Lord's face darkened, his heart full of resentment.

He prided himself on being of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, with deep roots, yet he was still struggling at Peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Nuwa, a cultivator of the Dao of Creation, what right did she have to become a Saint before him?

Sun Star, Sun Palace.

Di Jun and Tai Yi exchanged a glance, both seeing deep wariness in the other's eyes.

"Nuwa has become a Saint," Di Jun said in a low voice, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest. "And they say that Western Taiyuan helped her."

"Taiyuan?" Tai Yi frowned deeply. "Him again? What ability does this Western Daoist have to help someone become a Saint?"

"I don't know." Di Jun shook his head, a hint of gravity in his eyes. "This man is unfathomable. We'll need to be even more cautious when dealing with him in the future."

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, in the Witch Clan's territory.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered together, feeling the waves of Saintly Might emanating from the East Sea Shore, their faces full of complex emotions.

"Nuwa has become a Saint," Dijiang rumbled in a deep voice. "I heard that Taiyuan helped her."

"Taiyuan?" Zhurong scratched his massive, flaming head. "The one who treated us to a meal last time? He seems pretty wealthy."

"More than wealthy," Houtu said softly, her eyes—usually filled with Sha Qi—now flickering with a complicated light. "For him to help Nuwa become a Saint, he must possess something that defies the heavens."

"It was right to stay on good terms with him."

The entire Primordial World buzzed with discussion.

Everyone was asking: how did Nuwa become a Saint? And what role did that Western Taiyuan play?

All sorts of guesses flew through the air. Some said Taiyuan possessed a secret method for Sainthood, some said he was the reincarnation of some great power, and others even claimed Taiyuan was Pangu's illegitimate son.

In short, the rumors grew more absurd by the moment.

At the East Sea Shore.

Taiyuan felt the probing divine senses cast at him from all directions, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Let them guess.

The more they guessed, the greater the Western Sect's renown would become.

He turned to look at Nuwa, his playful expression fading into solemnity.

"Niangniang, now that you have become a Saint, I entrust the matter of the Human Race to you."

"They are your children, and also the foundation of my Western Sect."

"Remember, my Western Sect enjoys three-tenths of the fate—that is our agreement."

Nuwa nodded solemnly, her deep, beautiful eyes filled with earnestness.

"Nuwa will not break her word."