Fuxi Shows Off His Zither, Skill Approaching the Dao

In terms of musical skill, even Wu Chu could hardly match a fraction of Fuxi's.

After all, he had played the flute in this pavilion many times, but he had never seen the flowers in the Flower Valley dance to the sound of the flute.

These little rascals are so disrespectful!

Wu Chu hummed in response, then took out his flute and began to compete with Fuxi in musical melody.

It was less of a fight and more of a disturbance. He didn't know why, but he felt like he would be doing himself a disservice if he didn't get involved.

The flute music from Wu Chu was cheerful, easily breaking Fuxi's slow but melodious rhythm, causing Nuwa to turn her head and look at them curiously.

Seeing this, Fuxi seemed unwilling to lose to this troublemaker in front of his sister, so he also started playing against Wu Chu. However, he didn't just play his own music; instead, he chose to use his zither to match the flute music played by Wu Chu, blending the zither music into the flute music. Although it couldn't be said to be perfect, it could already be considered smooth.

On the contrary, Wu Chu was somewhat confused by his move, and almost lost his melody.

The difference in their musical skill is immediately apparent.

However, Wu Chu refused to admit defeat. Since he couldn't win in terms of quality, he would win in terms of quantity! One piece, two pieces, three pieces... until Wu Chu played his tenth flute piece, which he had kept hidden away, Fuxi was still able to play along with easily.

Seeing this, Wu Chu was filled with admiration, but he still didn't give up. He unleashed his ultimate move, playing a chaotic tune. If the previous disruption with the flute music wasn't intentional, this was completely deliberate. He wanted to make things as chaotic as possible and see how Fuxi would cooperate.

Before long, Fuxi down on the strings of his zither with both hands, glared at Wu Chu, and said, "You shall leave!"

Wu Chu shrugged, put away his flute, and looked triumphant.

Nuwa laughed heartily upon seeing this, saying, "Brother, please don't be like this. Although you two are not skilled in music, your duet has a unique charm. Well, it's not that you're not skilled in music; the melodies you played at the beginning were quite good."

Fuxi gritted his teeth, pointed at Wu Chu, Wu Chu coughed lightly, bowed, and smiled, "I was just joking, Fellow Daoist Fuxi, please don't be angry..."

Wu Chu really wanted to ask him, "Are you a sore loser?"

But thinking about it, it's better not to go looking for trouble. This sister-protecting maniac is clearly suppressing his anger, and who knows when it will explode.

To Wu Chu's surprise, Fuxi quickly calmed down and smiled, "Since you also understand music, we can certainly discuss it."

Uh oh! This guy, is he hiding something bad about me?

Wu Chu realized he had made a mistake. He had no grudge against him, so why did he bother fighting him? Was it because he disliked the guy's overprotective sister-loving nature?

Wu Chu silently began to reflect on his actions. After all, he was the future emperor of the Human Clan, and it was better to be on good terms with him than to make enemies over this.

It's perfectly normal for an older brother to care so much about his younger sister, isn't it?

If I had a younger sister, I'd definitely be very concerned about her!

"Not at all!" Wu Chu humbly cupped his hands. "I only have a smattering of knowledge, unlike you, Fellow Daoist, whose attainments in the Dao of Music are so profound. Not to mention that your music made a hundred flowers dance, just the pieces I played earlier were certainly ones you had never heard before. Yet, on your first listen, you were able to harmonize so perfectly with me. Your skill is close to the Dao! I admire you greatly!"

Upon hearing this, Fuxi narrowed his eyes slightly, a strange glint in them. He wondered why this guy had suddenly become so humble, even praising him. Was he planning something bad again? Although he wasn't afraid of Wu Chu's mischief, he was afraid of being disgusted.

Of course, he would have preferred to take action if he could. But seeing Nuwa's attitude towards Wu Chu, he knew that he couldn't.

"Does skill approach the Dao?"

A glint seemed to flash in Nuwa's bright eyes, as if she had thought of something.

Wu Chu happened to witness this scene, and then saw Nuwa fall into deep thought.

Upon seeing this, Wu Chu couldn't help but mutter to himself, "No way! I was just saying it casually, and now I'm already enlightened? You Primordial World beings, is this really necessary? Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi did it, and now you're doing it too? This is going too far! Can't you leave a way for us ordinary people? Are you even letting us ordinary people live?"

Seeing Nuwa lost in thought, Fuxi gently plucked the strings of his zither. The music seemed to have a magical power, calming Wu Chu's mind involuntarily.

Then, without anyone knowing when, Wu Chu sat there and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found Little Moon Spirit carrying Dragon Meat to the pavilion.

At this moment, Fuxi and Nuwa were looking at Wu Chu with amusement.

Wu Chu coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed, and with a flick of his magic, flicked a speck of sleep from the corner of his eye into the pavilion. He inwardly cursed himself for being so weak; others were meditating to attain enlightenment, while he, in his meditation, had actually fallen asleep. He was utterly disgracing all the great transmigrated gods! He wondered if he snored or drooled when he slept.

"Did you sleep well, fellow Daoist?"

Fuxi's tone was somewhat sarcastic, which didn't quite match his previous calm and composed demeanor. Wu Chu guessed that Fuxi still harbored some resentment towards him.

So he stood up, straightened his clothes, bowed to Fuxi, and said, "Fellow Daoist's musical skill is truly admirable. Thank you so much for letting me wander through the Grand Void in the music just now, relieving my fatigue of many days. I am deeply grateful!"

"..."

I had originally intended to make fun of Fuxi of Wu Chu, but now I'm not sure how to laugh anymore.

Fortunately, Little Moon Spirit poured everyone some spirit wine and handed them chopsticks. "Seniors, Brother A Chu, please try my Dragon Meat char siu. I wonder if it suits your taste?"

These words were mainly addressed to Nuwa and Fuxi, since Wu Chu and Chu had eaten Dragon Meat char siu made by Little Moon Spirit more than once. It was marinated with ginger, Scallions and Garlic, garlic, and spirit wine, then brushed with a layer of Honey water and roasted in a specially made oven.

Of course, Dragon Meat is difficult to cook and should not be roasted into large pieces.

For Nuwa and Fuxi, this kind of food was a first, so after tasting it, they were amazed and praised Little Moon Spirit for her ability to make food in this way, saying it was simply unbelievable!

For the vast majority of Primordial World creatures, they ate raw meat and drank blood. Creatures that had achieved cultivation, once they could abstain from grains, no longer ate anything but dew and mist.

In Wu Chu's view, the so-called "eating the clouds and drinking the dew" was no different from "drinking the northwest wind."

The same was true of Little Moon Spirit in the past. Now, after being introduced to the Culinary Dao by Wu Chu, she no longer lives a life of hardship.

After a hearty meal and plenty of wine, Fuxi began to show off his musical skills again, while Nuwa asked Yueling, "Why couldn't you call my fellow Daoist 'Brother A Chu' before?"

"..."

Yueling stared at Wu Chu with her big, innocent eyes.