Chu Xuan: I Have a Plan! Houtu Is Gradually Being Tamed!

But the more someone relied on their wits, the more they cared about these details, because details often revealed so much more.

Once he understood that, Chu Xuan simply stopped putting on an act.

Perhaps playing along with the other party could fool him, too.

But he'd suddenly had some ideas. He straightened up a little and, without hiding his smile, replied,

"Lord Fuxi, you flatter me!"

"How could a mere Great Unity Immortal be called a talent?"

"In the Primordial Wilderness, only Great Divine Ability Users can make their mark. And the Dao Ancestor's upcoming sermon will expound upon the Quasi-Saint Path!"

"That alone is enough to show that the future belongs to Quasi-Saint powerhouses. Those Quasi-Saints in this world will surely be none other than you lords!"

"Beneath the Quasi-Saints, everyone is an ant!"

"And this is only the Second Sermon. What about the Third Sermon?"

Chu Xuan sounded almost wistful as he voiced, with pinpoint accuracy, the conjecture that many Great Divine Ability Users had vaguely foreseen.

"Could it be that we're about to enter the age of Saints?"

"The tide of the times keeps rising, each wave higher than the last. The future is boundless. How could a Great Unity Immortal amount to anything more than a speck of dust?"

Though he was clearly talking about Great Unity Immortals, Fuxi heard him as though he were talking about Great Luo Golden Immortals, Great Divine Ability Users—even Quasi-Saints!

The age of Saints!

Fuxi's heart shuddered.

He couldn't help but continue,

"If the Quasi-Saint Era is coming, that's one thing. After all, many Great Divine Ability Users in the world are trapped at the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm."

"When the gates of the Great Dao open, the Gods will naturally stream inside."

"But wouldn't an age of Saints be too much?"

"The Quasi-Saint Realm is already vast beyond measure. Back during the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation, the Three Races relied on the Qi Luck Dao to produce only a few Quasi-Saints."

"There are even rumors that someone who becomes the ruler of Heaven and Earth can cultivate into a Saint by relying on the Primordial Wilderness's qi luck—but they're only rumors!"

"The Dao Ancestor's divine might is so overwhelming that even Quasi-Saints can hardly hope to match him!"

But as soon as he said it, something felt off. He thought this youngster had some interesting ideas, but how could a mere Great Unity Immortal know these secrets he'd just mentioned?

Even Houtu and Nuwa, who had been drawn into their conversation, frowned. Nuwa spoke up at once to reprimand him.

"Brother, you've gone too far!"

Wouldn't saying such things be using his superior cultivation and knowledge to bully a junior? She had come to visit a friend, not to cause trouble.

Fuxi rubbed his nose, embarrassed. He was about to wave a hand and tell Chu Xuan not to take it to heart, but then Chu Xuan suddenly spoke.

"Didn't the many Quasi-Saints of the Three Races during the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation also produce a Saint?"

"If the Quasi-Saint Era is about to begin, why couldn't it produce a few Saints?"

Chu Xuan's bold words made everyone present shudder, including the Ancestral Shaman Houtu, who looked at him in shock.

Saints?

The closer one stood to the pinnacle of the Primordial Wilderness, the more one understood the terror and weight of that word.

It was a blue sky beyond the reach of those who did not cultivate; once they began to cultivate, it became a vault of heaven they could never hope to look up to.

And yet a mere Great Unity Golden Immortal dared to speak so casually of Saints.

But for some reason, as they listened to Chu Xuan, the hearts of everyone present began to pound uncontrollably.

Even Great Divine Ability Users who had lived through countless eras were no exception.

After all, they were talking about Saints!

And what he said did make sense. During the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation, hadn't a single Dao Ancestor emerged from among just a few Quasi-Saints?

If the Quasi-Saint Era arrived, could it really be possible?

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

"What's more, the Dao Ancestor must have a reason for holding his sermons. How could he begin something only to leave it unfinished?"

"The First Sermon taught the Great Luo Golden Immortal Path, and the Second Sermon taught the Quasi-Saint Path. Why couldn't the Third Sermon teach the Path to Sainthood?"

"Now that the Saint Realm has appeared, how could the Gods stop here?"

"I think the Dao Ancestor would welcome it. After all, the Gods are all his disciples! This is the lineage of the Dao!"

His final words made all three believe him completely.

Or rather, they had already suspected as much. But a suspicion was just a suspicion. After learning how powerful Saints were, they had begun to doubt it, afraid to believe and afraid to hope.

Putting themselves in his place, if they became Saints, would they allow others to become Saints too? Even if they did, they wouldn't actively create rivals.

But now, after hearing Chu Xuan—the "outsider"—analyze it, they almost instantly felt that their conjecture must be true.

"That's right, that's right! We all belong to the Mystic Gate lineage. We're the teacher's disciples!"

"The teacher would surely pass down the Path to Sainthood. He has to!"

"They're part of the same lineage, not our rivals! They're no threat!"

Fuxi muttered to himself, excited, no longer calm and composed as before.

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

But that wasn't the end of it.

Chu Xuan continued, a hint of a smile on his face.

"Still, Saints are so powerful that the path to becoming one probably won't be taught lightly. There must be a destined connection and fate!"

"Perhaps it was determined from the very beginning!"

"That's fate!"

Chu Xuan spoke as though making a deduction, yet his words were utterly decisive, as if he were Hongjun himself.

In an instant, Houtu, Nuwa, and Fuxi all seemed to realize something.

Houtu and Fuxi stared fixedly at the shocked-looking Nuwa beside them.

Fuxi's voice trembled. He lowered it, almost to a whisper.

"The Cushions!"

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Section 22: Chu Xuan: I Have a Plan! Houtu Is Gradually Being Tamed! (Please Give Flowers and Monthly Tickets)

"The Cushions!"

In that instant—

They understood. They all understood!

At least, Fuxi thought he did!

The Cushions were the Saint Positions!

That had to be it!

Everything Chu Xuan had said made perfect sense. It was entirely possible.

And the most unusual thing, the one thing that had run through every sermon, was the Cushions they'd encountered at the First Sermon.

Back then, the teacher had said that the seating order would be settled from then on. Fuxi hadn't paid attention at the time, but now...

What seating order? Those were clearly the seats of the Saints!

In an instant, Fuxi was filled with regret.

He regretted not sitting on a Cushion himself.

Six Cushions, six Saint Positions!

Fuxi lost his composure. He instinctively glanced at his little sister. No matter how close they'd always been, he couldn't help feeling a little jealous at that moment.

Houtu was doing better. The Wu Clan had no primordial spirit, and she had realized during the First Sermon that she had gained nothing from attending. Even if she'd obtained a Cushion, she probably still couldn't have become a Saint.

But Fuxi truly couldn't calm down for quite some time.

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

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

Chu Xuan's words had completely thrown the two Gods into disarray.