Primordial Wilderness: I Repeatedly Offered Poisonous Schemes! Houtu Advised Me to Calm Down

But the more someone relies on their wits, the more they pay attention to these details, because it's in the details that more can be seen.

Understanding this, Chu Xuan stopped putting on airs.

Maybe he could have muddled through by playing along with the other party.

But a sudden idea struck him, and he straightened his posture slightly, no longer hiding his smile as he replied.

"You flatter me, Lord Fuxi!"

"How could a mere Primordial Unity Golden Immortal be called a talent!"

"In this Primordial Wilderness, none but Great Divine Ability Users can roar with authority, and even the upcoming sermon of the Dao Ancestor will expound the Quasi-Saint Path!"

"That alone proves the future belongs to Quasi-Saint powerhouses; among the world's Quasi-Saints, none but you lords are worthy!"

"Below the Quasi-Saint realm, all are ants!"

"And this is only the Second Sermon—what of the Third?"

Chu Xuan seemed to sigh with emotion, hitting the nail on the head with a conjecture many Great Divine Ability Users had vaguely foreseen.

"It might well become an era of Saints!"

"The tide of the times is like a wave, each one higher than the last; the future is boundless—how could a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal even count as a speck of dust!"

Though he spoke of Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, to Fuxi's ears, it sounded like he was talking about Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, about Great Divine Ability Users, even about Quasi-Saints!

An era of Saints!

Fuxi's heart trembled.

He couldn't help but continue speaking.

"If the Quasi-Saint era is still acceptable—after all, many Great Divine Ability Users in the world are trapped at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm."

"Once the gate of the Great Dao opens, the Gods will naturally surge in."

"But an era of Saints is too much!"

"The Quasi-Saint realm is already vast enough; back in the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation, the three clans only managed to produce a few Quasi-Saints by relying on the Qi Luck Dao."

"There are rumors that if one becomes the master of heaven and earth, one could cultivate to Sainthood using the Primordial Wilderness's qi luck, but that's just a rumor!"

"How vast is the Dao Ancestor's divine might? Even Quasi-Saints can't hope to match it!"

Yet as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt something was off. Though he found this young man somewhat interesting, how could a mere Primordial Unity Golden Immortal understand the secrets he was speaking of?

Even Houtu and Nuwa, drawn in by their conversation, frowned. Nuwa directly scolded, "Brother, you've gone too far!"

Such talk was nothing but bullying a junior with realm and insight. She had come to visit friends, not to stir trouble.

Hearing this, Fuxi rubbed his nose, a bit embarrassed. He was about to wave his hand and tell Chu Xuan not to mind, when unexpectedly, at that very moment, Chu Xuan spoke.

"During the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation, the three clans had many Quasi-Saints—didn't one still become a Saint?"

"Since the Quasi-Saint era is about to arrive, why couldn't a few Saints emerge?"

Chu Xuan's bold words shook everyone present, including the Ancestral Shaman Houtu, who looked at him with some shock.

A Saint?

The more one stood at the pinnacle of the Primordial Wilderness, the more one understood the terror and awe of that term.

It was a blue sky unseen without cultivation, a dome unattainable even with it.

And yet, a mere Primordial Unity Golden Immortal dared to speak so lightly of Saints.

But somehow, hearing Chu Xuan's words, the hearts of those present couldn't help but pound.

Even Great Divine Ability Users who had lived through countless eons were not immune.

After all, that was a Saint!

And what he said did make sense—back in the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation, weren't there only a few Quasi-Saints, yet one became the Dao Ancestor?

If the Quasi-Saint era truly descended, was it really possible?

But before their shock could peak, Chu Xuan's next words completely ignited the fire in their hearts.

"Besides, the Dao Ancestor's sermon must have a purpose—how could it start strong and end weak!"

"The first sermon taught the path of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, the second teaches the Quasi-Saint Path—why couldn't the third teach the path to Sainthood?"

"The Saint Realm has been revealed—how could the Gods stop short!"

"I believe the Dao Ancestor is willing, for all the Gods are his disciples! This is his orthodoxy!"

These final words made the three of them fully believe.

Or rather, they had speculated before, but speculation was just speculation. After learning of a Saint's power, they had wavered, dared not believe, dared not hope.

Judging others by themselves, if they became a Saint, would they allow others to do the same? Even if they did, they wouldn't actively create rivals.

But now, with Chu Xuan, this 'outsider,' laying it out like this, everyone almost instantly felt the guess was practically the truth.

"That's it, that's it—we are all of the Mystic Gate lineage, disciples of the teacher!"

"The teacher must be willing to pass down the path to sainthood, he must!"

"This is a lineage, not a rival! Not a threat!"

Fuxi murmured to himself, somewhat excited, no longer the calm and composed figure he had been before.

He had completely forgotten why he had come to the Wu Clan in the first place.

Yet this was not the end.

Chu Xuan continued speaking, a faint, knowing smile on his face.

"But the saints are powerful after all; they likely won't bestow it lightly—there must be fate and fortune involved!"

"Perhaps it was already decided from the very beginning!"

"This is fate!"

Chu Xuan spoke as if deducing, but his words were utterly resolute, as though he himself were Hongjun.

In that instant, Houtu, Nuwa, and Fuxi all seemed to think of something.

Houtu and Fuxi both stared fixedly at Nuwa, who was somewhat taken aback.

Fuxi's voice trembled, barely a whisper.

"The Cushion."

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Chapter 22: Chu Xuan: I Have a Plan! The Gradually Tamed Houtu! (Begging for Flowers and Monthly Tickets)

"The Cushion!"

In an instant!

They understood, all of them understood!

At the very least, Fuxi felt he understood!

The Cushion was the Saint Position!

That was it, it had to be!

Everything Chu Xuan said was perfectly reasonable and highly plausible.

And the most unique thing, running through the entire sermon, was that Cushion encountered during the first sermon.

Back then, the teacher had said the seating would be set from then on, and Fuxi hadn't paid it much mind at the time, but now...

What seating? That was clearly the seating of the saints!

Fuxi was almost instantly filled with the deepest regret.

Regretting that he hadn't sat on one of those Cushions back then.

Six Cushions, six Saint Positions!

Fuxi was dazed and lost his composure, instinctively looking toward his younger sister. Even with their close bond, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at this moment.

Houtu, on the other hand, was relatively fine, because the Wu Clan had no Primordial Spirit. When she first attended the sermon, she had found it fruitless, and even if she had obtained a Cushion, she likely couldn't become a saint.

But Fuxi truly couldn't calm down for a short while.

Nuwa was also at a loss, unsure how to face her brother's gaze.

In the end, Nuwa and Fuxi came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

The two gods had their minds thoroughly unsettled by Chu Xuan's speech.