Fuxi (Part One)

As it happened, Dijun and Taiyi, those two unlucky fellows, knew next to nothing about divination, a skill worth its weight in gold, yet insisted on trying it themselves. The result was a blow to their spirits—and, in Dijun's case, to his body as well.

Dijun was injured, though only slightly. It went to show that cultivation alone did not make divination something you could handle. It was not for everyone, and if you had no reason to try it, you were better off leaving it alone. It was dangerous.

Unable to manage it himself, Dijun thought of someone else. This man's cultivation was no higher than theirs, but his skill at divination was unquestionably greater. Even together, the brothers were no match for him. Dijun told Taiyi what he had in mind, and Taiyi wholeheartedly agreed.

With that, the brothers settled on seeking out the man: Fuxi.

Dijun and Taiyi were men of action. The moment they thought of Fuxi, they began preparing to "visit" him.

At present, Fuxi was not particularly close to either of them. Their paths had yet to cross over the Demon Clan's future affairs, but they had, after all, been "classmates" at Zixiao Palace. Besides, while the Primordial Wilderness had no shortage of top experts, their number was still limited. Nearly everyone knew who the famous ones were.

So even if they were not well acquainted, as long as their interests did not clash, they were usually willing to show one another some respect.

Showing someone respect planted the seed of goodwill and forged a tie of Karma. Would that person not have to settle it someday? It was another way to plant more trees and fewer thorns.

People of the Primordial Wilderness had no fear of doing someone a good turn, nor of