Fu Xi Must Be Befriended

Nuwa was truly meticulous. Not only did she select the optimal location to transplant Qing Xuan, but she also constructed a Gourd Trellis for him.

Then, she hurried off in a whirlwind, leaving even Qing Xuan unable to fathom what she was off to do.

However, Qing Xuan could clearly sense that the materials Nuwa had used to build his trellis were no ordinary wood, but the renowned Tongtian Jianmu.

Although the Jianmu had long since lost its vitality, the aura it radiated was still enough to nourish Qing Xuan's main body.

Gradually, it even caused Qing Xuan to fall into a deep slumber, while the Eight Laws began to automatically weave and circulate around him in a continuous cycle.

Just then, Fu Xi walked in. His gaze fell directly upon the Gourd Vine, and after just a single glance, his eyes lit up.

"So that's why my little sister was acting so mysterious; she actually found a top-grade Innate Spiritual Root here on Buzhou Mountain."

"That's not right, though. Usually, even if she found an ordinary Innate Spiritual Root, she would brag to me about it for ages. Why is she looking so gloomy after obtaining a top-grade one?"

Fu Xi could not for the life of him understand what had gotten into his little sister. Muttering to himself, he walked beneath the Gourd Trellis.

When he saw that the seven gourds hanging from the vine each had their own small Jianmu platform, Fu Xi seemed to understand something.

"My little sister must be worried that the gourds will fall from the vine once they ripen. That's why she used the Jianmu to build platforms for them."

"Could it be that she doesn't want to harvest these seven top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, but has other plans instead? Wouldn't that be a bit of a waste of heaven's gifts?"

Fu Xi knew his sister's eccentric nature better than anyone. It wasn't quite "doing things on a whim," but it was close enough. In any case, as her elder brother, he couldn't make heads or tails of it.

He simply took out his companion spiritual treasure, the Fu Xi Qin, and sat down beneath the Gourd Trellis, plucking the strings gently.

Waves of melodious zither music rippled out from beneath the Gourd Vine, causing Qing Xuan to sleep even more peacefully.

Qing Xuan didn't even realize that his soul was no longer confined to one spot on the vine, but had begun to spread throughout the entire Gourd Vine.

In the blink of an eye, a century passed. Fu Xi finally pressed his hands against the strings, and the melodious music came to an abrupt halt.

Then, Fu Xi looked at the Gourd Vine. "So that's it. I didn't expect this Gourd Vine to have such good fortune; it has actually developed sentience."

"No wonder my little sister is so attentive; she wants to help this Gourd Vine achieve Form Transformation. Sigh, come to think of it, I am to blame for this as well—I haven't spent nearly enough time with her lately."

"But the Primordial World is fraught with danger. If I, as her elder brother, do not possess sufficient strength, how can I protect you, little sister?"

Fu Xi's muttering finally awakened the slumbering Qing Xuan. Upon seeing the ancient zither before Fu Xi, Qing Xuan immediately guessed who the man was.

He promptly maneuvered his two largest gourd leaves, using them like hands to perform a cupped-fist salute toward Fu Xi.

"Many thanks, Daoist friend, for using your music to awaken my wisdom. If I am fortunate enough to achieve Form Transformation in the future, I will never forget this kindness."

Hearing the Gourd Vine speak, Fu Xi was not the least bit surprised. After all, he was well-versed in the Art of Deduction, and during the process of playing the zither, he had already deduced much.

It could be said that everything—save for the fact that a transmigrator's soul resided within the Gourd Vine—was already within Fu Xi's grasp.

Fu Xi smiled and returned the gesture, saying, "Daoist friend, you should know that for an Innate Spiritual Root to undergo Form Transformation is something not permitted by the Heavenly Dao."

"From Pangu's Creation until now, only the Empty Heart Willow and the Bodhi Tree have had the fortune to undergo Form Transformation."

"If you, Daoist friend, could become the third Top-grade Innate Spiritual Root to achieve Form Transformation, what would it matter if I, Fu Xi, were to play the zither for you for ten thousand years?"

In the original Primordial World Trajectory, when the Demon Race was at the height of its power, they invited Fu Xi to become the Xi Huang of the Demon Race. This was something Fu Xi had always kept in his heart.

During the Witch-Demon Great Tribulation, Nuwa had already attained sainthood. Fu Xi could have gone to Wa Huang Palace to seek protection, without needing to participate in the Witch-Demon Calamity.

As someone who had mastered the Art of Deduction, how could Fu Xi not have known what the outcome for the Demon Race would be? Yet, in the end, because of the kindness and recognition shown to him by the two emperors of the Demon Race, he chose to fight to the death for them.

It was precisely because of this loyalty that when Nuwa sought the position of Human Emperor for him, even the Sanqing and the two Sages of the West could not refuse.

If one were to ask which individuals in the Primordial World Qing Xuan admired most, Fu Xi's sense of gratitude would undoubtedly be at the very top. Next would be the brotherhood between Di Jun and Tai Yi, the friendship between Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, and the self-sacrifice of Houtu.

As for the Sanqing and the other eleven Ancestral Witches, Qing Xuan felt only pity for them, which did not rise to the level of admiration.

The brutality of the eleven Ancestral Witches, the selfishness of Laozi, the arrogance of Yuanshi Tianzun, the indecisiveness of Tongtian Jiaozhu, and the coldness of Nuwa.

Before Qing Xuan had transmigrated, he had criticized these things more than once. But for Fu Xi, he felt only admiration.

Now, hearing these heartfelt words from Fu Xi, Qing Xuan felt even more grateful and immediately spoke to Fu Xi.

"You are Fu Xi, then the one who brought me back must be Nuwa? It seems that I, Qing Xuan, could not escape my destiny after all."

As soon as these words left Qing Xuan's mouth, Fu Xi sensed there was more to them than met the eye. He asked Qing Xuan directly, "So, Daoist friend, your name is Qing Xuan. From now on, I shall address you as Daoist friend Qing Xuan."

"Just now, Daoist friend Qing Xuan said you could not escape your destiny. Could it be that there is some destined entanglement between you and my little sister?"

The gourd leaves on the Gourd Vine began to sway in unison, expressing Qing Xuan's current mood.

"To tell you the truth, at the same time I gained sentience, I perceived my own destiny. I know that in the future, I will be dismembered by many great beings."

"The gourds that grow on this vine will become spiritual treasures in the hands of others. Even my main body, the Gourd Vine, will fall into the hands of a female cultivator of the Primordial World named Nuwa."

"Then, in her hands, I will exhaust the last trace of my vitality to help her achieve supreme merit."

"I wanted to escape this destiny, so I begged the little girl to take me away from the valley, all to avoid Nuwa and those great beings."

"But I never expected that after all this turning and circling, the little girl I begged was actually Nuwa herself. Daoist friend Fu Xi, would you say there is any difference between this and walking to my death?"

While delivering this impassioned speech, Qing Xuan could not help but think to himself, Great God Fu Xi, I am sorry. Although I admire you immensely, in order to survive, I have no choice but to deceive you.

Sure enough, as soon as Qing Xuan spoke, Fu Xi's expression changed instantly. However, it was not because of the destined entanglement between Qing Xuan and Nuwa, but because Qing Xuan was able to know his own outcome.

He immediately said to Qing Xuan, "I will not hide it from you, Daoist friend Qing Xuan, I am most skilled in the Art of Deduction. I have also performed deductions regarding future matters, but I have known very little."

"I wonder, Daoist friend Qing Xuan, under what state of mind were you able to perceive your future destined outcome?"

Seeing that Fu Xi had taken the bait, Qing Xuan spoke directly: "The moment I gained sentience, a mysterious piece of information appeared in my mind."

"That information told me: Qian Heaven lies south as one, Kun Earth hides north as eight. Li Fire rises east as three, Kan Water flows west as six."

"Dui Marsh southeast as two, Zhen Thunder northeast as four. Xun Wind southwest as five, Gen Mountain northwest as seven."

"Beyond that, an image also inexplicably manifested in my mind. It is precisely because of this that I have come to know my own destiny."

At the same time, a Gourd Vine stretched out before Fu Xi, tracing the Eight Trigrams Diagram in the void.

At this point, Qing Xuan could no longer worry about leaking Heavenly Secrets or becoming infected by Karma. After all, nothing was more practical than staying alive.

He could not be certain what Nuwa's current thoughts were regarding him, and he did not believe that a few words of flattery would be enough to change her mind.

After all, in the original trajectory of the Primordial World, when the Demon Race slaughtered the Human Race to forge the Witch Slaying Sword, Empress Nuwa, the Holy Mother of the Human Race, had never once intervened.

However, if he could befriend Fu Xi, then relying on the affection Nuwa held for her brother, he would truly be safe.

Meanwhile, Fu Xi kept repeating to himself, "Qian Heaven lies south as one, Kun Earth hides north as eight..."