The Human Sect's First Disciple, the Two Western Sages Make Their Move

An old man riding Green Ox suddenly appeared, standing before Ziwei and Xuandu, looking them over with a smile.

"You are..." Ziwei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, pointed at Laozi, and was speechless for a moment.

"Xuandu of the Human Race pays respects to the Sage." Xuandu hurriedly stood up and performed a full prostration. Then, he raised his head and winked at Ziwei, signaling him to kneel down as well.

The newly born Human Race might have no concept of Laozi and wouldn't recognize him, but how could he, Innate Human Race, not know him?

Ziwei ignored Xuandu's hint and merely bowed slightly as if to acknowledge him.

Perhaps due to preconceived notions, he always felt that the old man in front of him had ill intentions, even if he had become a saint.

At this time, Ziwei had not yet awakened, but as his cultivation improved, his instinctive premonition became stronger, and he rejected Laozi from the bottom of his heart.

Laozi glanced at Ziwei with a smile, then fixed his gaze on the kneeling Xuandu, and slowly said, "Xuandu, you have extraordinary talent and are destined to be with me. Would you be willing to become my disciple and cultivate in Kunlun?"

Not long ago, he felt a pang of emotion and realized it was time to recruit the first disciple of the Human Sect, otherwise, further delays would lead to problems.

Xuandu is Innate Human Race, with good talent, and naturally has a connection with him, making him a suitable disciple.

Upon hearing this, Xuandu, who was kneeling on the ground, was immediately dumbfounded, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"The Three Pure Ones want to take me as their disciple?"

This is something I never dared to dream of, a scene I never imagined. What kind of existence is Sage? The strongest being in the Primordial World, and a disciple of the Dao Ancestor. He is too extraordinary, beyond imagination.

Thinking of this, Xuandu suddenly remembered that the Taiqing Saint had once wanted to take "Zi Donglai" as a disciple, but was refused.

He involuntarily looked at Ziwei, as if seeking her opinion.

Ziwei's expression remained unchanged, but she secretly gave Xuandu a meaningful look, clearly indicating that he should not agree.

These little tricks could not escape Laozi's notice. He let out a soft laugh, which was like a thunderbolt striking the heavens and earth.

"Xuandu, what are you standing there for? Don't you want to become my disciple?"

This statement is extremely authoritative, displaying the demeanor of Sage.

Xuandu's gaze was complex, and he was struggling with a great inner conflict, but in the end, he succumbed to the temptation of being a disciple of Sage.

Once you become a disciple of Sage, everything will be different.

Thinking of this, Xuandu kowtowed heavily and shouted loudly.

"Disciple Xuandu greets Master!"

"Good!"

Laozi smiled leisurely, a hint of satisfaction on his face.

Seeing this, Ziwei's face darkened, and he felt a pang of bitterness. Finally, he forced a smile and said, "Brother Xuandu, congratulations."

Xuandu glanced at Ziwei with a somewhat embarrassed expression, nodded, and then followed Laozi away.

Throughout this process, Laozi didn't even glance at Ziwei; for him, there was naturally no need to stoop to the level of an ant.

Watching them walk away, Ziwei had only four words in her heart. "Everyone has their own ambitions."

But on second thought, this doesn't seem like a bad thing. If Xuandu achieves success in his cultivation in the future, he can help the Human Race.

He cannot blame others for becoming disciples of Sage because he himself does not wish to.

Laozi brought Xuandu back to Kunlun, and the matter of the Human Sect was resolved. The next step was to make arrangements for the Wu and Demon clans.

Western Mount Sumeru.

"Senior brother, Master's words at the Purple Heaven Palace were quite clear, but the Wu and Demon clans have yet to make a move. If this continues, will Master become dissatisfied and blame us for our dereliction of duty?"

Zhun Ti's eyes flickered, and he said this to Jieyin.

Upon hearing this, Jieyin for a moment before slowly speaking.

"This is the duty of us, the Six Sages of Heaven and Earth. Even if we are blamed, we will all share the responsibility."

"In that case, if we can seize the initiative and get this done first, we should be able to reap many benefits."

"After all, we still owe the Heavenly Dao Merit ..." Zhun Ti said with a slight change in expression.

The Three Pure Ones may not be in a hurry, but they cannot afford not to be.

After all, when they became saints, they made Forty-Eight Great Vows and owed countless Heavenly Dao Merit.

These are all things that must be repaid; this is not just a joke.

Zhun Ti's words immediately made Jieyin take them seriously.

"Junior brother, what you said makes a lot of sense."

He spoke solemnly, beginning to seriously consider the matter.

Sage with loans on his hands is different; he has an incredibly strong sense of responsibility.

"However, the Wu and Demon and Demon races are currently locked in a stalemate. They're making a lot of noise, but they don't seem to be making any moves. We need to think of a way to get them to fight first," Jieyin said after a moment Jieyin contemplation.

The most important aspect of the Witch-Demon Catastrophe is mutual attrition until the forces of fate are exhausted.

But the current stalemate between the two tribes is not what they want to see.

Zhun Ti nodded, his face cold, and said, "That's right. Let them fight it out first, and it would be best to drag those two wicked creatures from the Sun Star into it as well, to settle the Karma from the past."

They can't defeat Ling Xiao right now, so they can only vent their anger on Di Jun and Tai Yi first.

As long as they are not in the Chaos, they have nothing to fear. The Primordial World is the territory of the Heavenly Dao, Ling Xiao would never dare to act recklessly here.

"Good!" The guide Jieyin, his head radiating a halo, looking very peaceful, like a wise man who saves all living beings.

"Junior brother, do you have a good plan to make the Wu and Demon and demon races fight each other without them discovering that it was us?"

He asked with a smile, because Jieyin felt that his junior brother was much more talented than him in this area.

Upon Zhun Ti this, Zhunti smiled slightly, appearing somewhat modest. "Actually, this matter is not difficult. The stalemate between the Wu and Demon and Yao races must stem from their concerns. We just need to find a way to overcome those concerns."

"I've been keeping an eye on things for a while now, and I have my own plans."

Upon hearing this, the Jieyin's face lit up with a bright smile. He nodded emphatically and said again, "Excellent!"

"It has to be my junior brother; I am no match for him in this matter."

He sighed inwardly and secretly gave a thumbs up.

Why wasn't it stated explicitly?

Because I'm afraid my junior brother will get arrogant!

Soon, the matter was settled. Jieyin and Zhun Ti stood up and walked out of Mount Sumeru side by side, heading east.

Time flies.

On this day, at the Pangu Temple.

The Ancestral Witch, cowering here, have lost all their dreams, waiting for the day their enemies will strike them down.

But what they have been insisting on is having their tribesmen train all day long, using the power of others as a pretense, just to put on a show.

He acted as if he was fearless.

Deep down, I was terrified.

After all, their Witch Clan had a total of six Sage as enemies, and each of them was their mortal enemy.

Whether it's Nuwa, the Three Pure Ones, or the Two Western Sages, they all formed increasingly deep-seated enmities.

Just as the group of Ancestral Witch were filled with worry, a Great Witch from the Witch Clan came to report.

"Ancestral Witch! A fight has broken out! A fight has broken out!"

These words, once uttered, were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in the Pangu Temple.