Qing Xuanzi looked up and found the man unfamiliar. "Who are you, fellow Daoist?"
Before the other party could answer, Dijiang widened his eyes. "You bald-feathered bird, looking for a fight?"
"You think my Demon Clan is afraid of you?"
"Stop." Qing Xuanzi understood. The newcomer was likely either Dijun or Taiyi, and Taiyi was more likely, considering the little bell hanging conspicuously by his robe.
"It's not impossible to hand these people over to you, but you must agree to one condition." No longer interested in asking who the other party was, Qing Xuanzi answered directly.
"What condition?"
"Brother, don't be afraid. With us Ancestral Witches here, what is there to fear from him?" Zhurong shouted boisterously.
"Wait a moment, brothers. I appreciate all you Ancestral Witch brothers lending me a hand. Could you let me finish before discussing anything else?"
Qing Xuanzi knew that if he did not speak up now, the Witches and Demons would probably start fighting.
"Fine, we'll listen to you, brother." Dijiang made the final call.
"Could you be fellow Daoist Eastern Emperor Taiyi?"
"Indeed."
"It is not impossible to hand these people over to you. The Demon Clan need only agree to let fellow Daoist Fuxi teach the Human Race for a hundred years."
Taiyi turned his head toward Fuxi. Since the request was for Fuxi to teach, he needed Fuxi's personal agreement.
Although Fuxi did not know why Qing Xuanzi wanted him to teach, nor what Qing Xuanzi wanted him to teach,
the Human Race had been created by his younger sister, and Qing Xuanzi was Hongjun's Closed-Door Disciple.
His younger sister also seemed to regard Qing Xuanzi favorably, so he nodded.
Seeing Fuxi nod, Taiyi said, "Agreed."
Seeing that the matter was settled, Qing Xuanzi only needed to give the Ancestral Witches an explanation.
As for what to offer the Ancestral Witches, he had long since made up his mind.
He secretly transmitted his voice to Dijiang. "Brother Dijiang, my Human Race is weak and greatly needs fellow Daoist Fuxi's Eight Trigrams abilities. To thank you brothers for your help, I have decided to pass on my Martial Dao Divine Powers to all of you on behalf of Great God Pangu. What do you think?"
Dijiang was delighted. He had long coveted Qing Xuanzi's Martial Dao Divine Powers. If they could obtain them, the Witch Race's combat strength would soar tremendously.
How could he possibly let such a good opportunity slip away?
Dijiang nodded almost imperceptibly, signaling the Ancestral Witches to withdraw.
Though the other Ancestral Witches did not know why Dijiang did this, they had always been united and withdrew without question.
"Fellow Daoist Taiyi, you may take these people away now." After saying this, Qing Xuanzi turned to Dijiang. "Let's go."
After returning to the Human Race Dao Palace, Qing Xuanzi wasted no words and directly handed over the Martial Dao Divine Powers.
Each of the Twelve Ancestral Witches received a copy.
As the spheres of light entered the Ancestral Witches' brows, they were all overjoyed.
The battle-loving Zhurong even began dancing with excitement, laughing loudly. "Hahaha! Good brother, these Martial Dao Divine Powers are practically tailored for us by Father God!"
"Yes, yes, Old Zhu got it right this time. That's exactly it."
"Many thanks, Brother Qing Xuanzi! Hahaha! If that scruffy-feathered bird comes again, I'll beat his head full of lumps."
"..."
Ever since obtaining the Martial Dao Divine Powers, the Ancestral Witches came every few days to spar with Qing Xuanzi.
Unfortunately, they always arrived eagerly and left bruised and battered, yet they never grew tired of it.
Zhurong and Gonggong in particular were beaten until they barely looked human, but they came even more often.
Qing Xuanzi could not be bothered with them. If they came, he beat them.
Several years later, Fuxi arrived.
"Fellow Daoist Qing Xuanzi, doesn't the Humanity Sect already enlighten the Human Race? What Dao do you need me to teach?"
"I have heard that fellow Daoist Fuxi's Eight Trigrams divine power is exceptionally profound. It can perform deductions without requiring mana, and the weak Human Race greatly needs such an art."
"So that's it." Fuxi suddenly understood. The foundational techniques of the Eight Trigrams did not require any mana.
However, they could only deduce things such as the weather and favorable terrain. To immortals, they were little more than useless.
After all, immortals could achieve the same thing with a simple divination.
But to mortals, it was a divine gift.
Having understood, Fuxi did not hesitate. He flicked out a spark of spiritual light, which entered Qing Xuanzi's brow, and said,
"This is the art of the Eight Trigrams. Pass it on to the Human Race now. You are the Deputy Sect Leader of the Humanity Sect, so you should teach it."
As for personally teaching for a hundred years, Fuxi could not be bothered. It was far more convenient to hand the task to Qing Xuanzi.
Qing Xuanzi was delighted. Hehe, if the great trend of the Heavenly Dao remained unchanged, Fuxi was supposed to become the Human Race's Heavenly Emperor.
Since Fuxi wanted to sacrifice his own merit, Qing Xuanzi would gladly accept it.
After Fuxi left, Qing Xuanzi summoned Hong, Huang, Yu, and Zhou, instructing them to find an opportunity to pass it on.
He specifically warned them not to act rashly. They had to wait for an appropriate time before teaching it.
Otherwise, provoking heavenly punishment would be no laughing matter.
He knew that the Heavenly Dao would definitely not allow the Eight Trigrams Dao to be passed down among the Human Race at this time.
Thus, timing was extremely important.
Time flew by, and one hundred thousand years passed.
Over those one hundred thousand years, some members of the Human Race secretly learned Fuxi's Eight Trigrams.
Almost every tribe had people quietly using the art of the Eight Trigrams, though they kept it extremely well hidden.
The Heavenly Dao would not go out of its way to inspect mortal Human Race tribes.
Thus, everything remained peaceful, and the Human Race had now grown to hundreds of millions.
The only regret was that Qing Xuanzi himself had made no progress. He was still at the eighth turn of Taisu, a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.
It was worth mentioning that, over those one hundred thousand years, Qing Xuanzi's relationship with the Ancestral Witches had grown increasingly close.
The Human Race and Witch Race also got along extremely well, living together and making use of each other's strengths.
For example, the Human Race provided brains, while the Witch Race provided muscle.
They lived remarkably comfortable lives.
Yet Qing Xuanzi began to worry in secret. Recently, conflicts between the Witch and Demon Clans had grown more frequent.
The great war between the Witches and Demons was clearly approaching, and he did not know what would become of the Human Race when it came.
Hopefully, they would not be dragged into the Witch-Demon conflict before the Human Race's destined calamity of being slaughtered by the Demon Clan arrived.
Although the Human Race's combat strength should have improved significantly compared to his previous life,
the Three Thousand Congenital Humans were still around, and every one of them had become immortal.
Yet their strongest fighters were only Grand Unity Golden Immortals, and there were merely eight of them.
The rest were generally Golden Immortals.
Compared to an ordinary Witch Race tribe, such strength was still a level lower.
Any Witch Race tribe had several Great Witches, each at the Great Luo level.
As for Witch generals, who were at the Taiyi level, there were at least eighty or even a hundred.
As for Mysterious Immortals, Golden Immortals, and other minor Witch Race leaders, they were countless.
While Qing Xuanzi was frowning in thought, he suddenly heard a tremendous boom.
Immediately afterward came an angry roar. "Scruffy-feathered bird, you dare kill my Witch Race brethren? Take your life!"
"You think I fear you?" This was followed by the resounding clang of the Eastern Emperor Bell.
Qing Xuanzi cried inwardly, This is bad. The Witches and Demons have gone to war!
Just when he hoped it would not happen, it happened anyway. Forget it, protecting the Human Race came first.
In a flash, Qing Xuanzi appeared before the gates of the Human Race Dao Palace and shouted, "All disciples, heed my command! Immediately form the Nine Heavens Ten Earths Grand Array and protect our people!"
"Heaven Division acknowledges the command."
"Earth Division acknowledges the command."
"Mysterious Division acknowledges the command."
"..."
In an instant, a grand array rose up, with the Kongtong Seal as its core.
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