Three Ancestor Wizards Appear, Rules of Mount Buzhou

Beiming said calmly, "We're on their turf, so running into them isn't strange. Did they make things difficult for you?"

"No." Fuxi shook his head. "The Wu Clan doesn't seem to oppose outside cultivators coming to pay respects at the mountain. According to Di Jiang, letting cultivators venerate Father God Pangu is their honor."

Beiming nodded at this. "Father God Pangu opened up the Primordial Wilderness, giving us life. Respecting Him is only right."

As his words fell, a bold laugh suddenly echoed from the depths of the void:

"Hahaha!"

The laughter rolled outward, stirring the wind and clouds atop Mount Buzhou Summit and scattering the rosy clouds in all directions.

Then ripples spread through the void, and three towering figures emerged, their auras vast and imposing.

The leading man said, "Fellow Daoist Beiming, what you said is right. Worthy of the recognition my brother gave you! Born in the Primordial Wilderness, one should naturally revere Father God!"

Beiming clasped his fists and said, "Three Ancestor Wizards, Poor Daoist Beiming, an honor to meet you."

Fuxi and Nüwa did not delay either, clasping their fists in greeting: "Fuxi/Nüwa of Mount Qixi, greetings to the three Ancestor Wizards."

The three burly men opposite returned the gesture with clasped fists and announced themselves:

"Space Ancestor Wizard, Di Jiang!"

"Gold Ancestor Wizard, Ru Shou!"

"Weather Ancestor Wizard, She Bi Shi!"

After the exchange of names, Di Jiang's face was open and honest, but his eyes carried a faint eagerness: "Last time, Fellow Daoist was busy with important matters and couldn't accept my brother's invitation. We deeply regret that. The Wu Clan has always been hospitable. Now that you've come, we naturally offer a warm welcome. If any evil guests come to cause trouble, our Wu Clan's divine powers will handle them! I wonder, Fellow Daoist Beiming, would you be willing to visit our Wu Clan tribe this time?"

Though Beiming could feel Di Jiang's sincerity, there was a bluntness and domineeringness unique to the Wu Clan that made it sound like refusal meant kidnapping was on the table.

Beiming said solemnly, "I personally have no objections. But this trip is not a solitary one—how could I abandon Nüwa and Fuxi to visit the Wu Clan alone?"

Ru Shou raised a sharp brow, visibly impatient, and said in a deep voice, "You personally have no objections, so what's the problem? Dragging it out like this is truly unsatisfying! Those two are your fellow daoists—are we Wu Clan not?"

"???" Beiming stared at Ru Shou in bewilderment. What kind of reasoning was that?

Still, he had to correct the misunderstanding: "Ancestor Wizard Ru Shou, I am indeed a fellow daoist with Ju Mang of the Wu Clan, but I am not familiar with the other Ancestor Wizards. This is the first time the three of you and I have met."

Ru Shou was about to speak again when She Bi Shi reached out and patted his shoulder: "Ru Shou, don't be so impatient. Listen to the big brother."

Di Jiang's gaze was deep. He was considered a reasonable Ancestor Wizard: "This invitation is indeed somewhat hasty. Since Fellow Daoist Beiming already has an appointment with others, we naturally won't break you apart."

At this point, his tone shifted, and his eyes suddenly sharpened: "However, since you've come to Mount Buzhou and taken Father God's opportunity, you must follow the rules of Mount Buzhou!"

"Rules?" Nüwa's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she asked softly, "Does Mount Buzhou have some rules?"

Ru Shou and She Bi Shi, standing behind Di Jiang, exchanged glances, confusion flickering in their eyes. They had been stationed at Mount Buzhou for a long time but had never heard of any special rules. In the past, those who obtained opportunities were left alone as long as they didn't cause trouble, and the Wu Clan, true to their simple nature, never deliberately made things difficult. Except for the Three Pure Ones—back then, both sides had fought fiercely over the title of Orthodox Lineage of Pangu. In that three-on-three clash, the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda on the other side proved too tough, leaving the three Ancestor Wizards at a slight disadvantage.

Though Ru Shou and She Bi Shi didn't fully grasp Di Jiang's meaning, years of companionship let them understand tacitly. They fell silent and didn't interrupt.

Beiming, however, caught this scene and gained some insight: this so-called "rule of Mount Buzhou" was likely something Di Jiang had just made up on the spot. But he wasn't wrong—they had indeed just obtained an opportunity from Mount Buzhou, so it wasn't good to turn hostile immediately. The three of them held their thoughts and waited for Di Jiang to continue.

Di Jiang said gravely, "In the past, Ju Mang and Fellow Daoist Beiming exchanged martial ideas on the East Sea Coast, making a name across the Wu Clan. That matter spread and inspired the entire Wu Clan to follow suit. Now, with three on each side, it's the perfect time for a sparring match!"

At this point, Di Jiang paused, his tone shifting:

"These are the Rules of Mount Buzhou—take the opportunity, and you cannot refuse the Wu Clan's challenge! If you break the rules..."

Di Jiang's voice carried a sharp edge of intimidation as he said, "Don't blame us for being discourteous!"

The wind howled, and the atmosphere atop the mountain suddenly grew tense.

As for the Wu Clan's eager imitation of befriending Innate Gods through martial contests, it had led to no small number of misunderstandings.

After Ju Mang made friends with Bei Ming, the other Ancestor Wizards were enlightened:

So making friends was this simple!

Thus, they often patrolled their tribes, keeping an eye on passing Innate Gods;

When they found a suitable one, they'd casually invent a reason, then charge in with ferocious momentum to start a fight.

But in this Primordial Wilderness, there were few experts who could match the Ancestor Wizards evenly.

Some mighty beings, upon spotting an Ancestor Wizard charging with murderous intent, would turn and flee without a second word;

Others, too slow to react, were cornered and had to grit their teeth and fight for their lives.

The result was naturally a mess of swollen faces and broken bones.

Yet in the Ancestor Wizards' eyes, this counted as "putting up a decent fight," and after the battle, they'd slap the other's shoulder and cheerfully call it—making friends through martial arts!

The beaten cultivators forced smiles on their faces, but cursed inwardly:

"You barbarians! Making friends through martial arts—shouldn't it be about restraint? Who fights for real and tries to kill?!"

But the Wu Clan's philosophy was the opposite—not going all out would be disrespecting the opponent and the fight itself.

After this string of incidents, Di Jiang gradually realized the problem:

Not only had the Wu Clan failed to make any decent Daoist friends, but they'd also soured their reputation, with many Innate Gods fleeing at the mere mention of the Wu Clan.

Thus, when Bei Ming visited today, he deliberately stepped forward to invite a detailed talk, hoping to learn from the other's perspective how these Innate Gods truly viewed the Wu Clan.

After all, the other Ancestor Wizards only needed to manage tribal development and warfare, but as the leader of the Wu Clan, he had to consider the clan's future from multiple angles.

Having just laid down the rules, Di Jiang immediately erupted with a violent aura, surging straight into the nine heavens.

Ru Shou and She Bi Shi exchanged a glance, and without hesitation, followed suit, their thick magic power sweeping out.

The three Ancestor Wizards erupted together, their imposing might stirring the sky, churning the wind and clouds.

Bei Ming's gaze sharpened, and he lightly raised his sleeve robe, showing no panic.

If it came to a fight, he had no objections, but this matter couldn't be decided on behalf of Nüwa and Fuxi without their consent.

So he turned to the two of them and asked with a meaningful tone:

"You two, what are your plans? Will you follow the host's lead, or..."