Little Fuxi's brilliance continued to reveal itself. He spoke after one day, walked after three, ran after five, and within seven days had fully absorbed the Martial Dao secrets of the Fenggun Tribe.
East Sea Ancestral Court.
Inside the Martial Temple.
Gu Xi strode inside and looked at the handsome man seated on a cushion, whose aura appeared utterly ordinary.
"Big Brother, Duobao, the Immortal Master who is the Holy Father's younger brother, has accepted a Human Race disciple in the Fenggun Tribe."
"Immortal Master Duobao accepted a disciple?"
The man, who had been resting with his eyes closed, gave a soft sound of surprise and slowly opened them. His eyes were deep and bright, as though profound Dao laws flowed within them.
"Xiao Xi, tell me. What sort of child was he, to actually catch Immortal Master Duobao's eye?"
"That child was born with Blood Tempering and innate enlightenment. He was no weaker than the innate Human Race—perhaps even no weaker than you and me."
Thought flickered in Chu Chen's eyes. "Born with Blood Tempering, possessed of intelligence, and accepted as Immortal Master Duobao's disciple... Could this child be the one the Holy Father spoke of?"
"I understand. We need only watch how things unfold. Before that child comes before us, do not make contact with him."
"By the way, what was that child called?"
"Fuxi!"
"Fuxi... Interesting."
"Martial Ancestor, this child Fuxi's name clashes with that of the Holy Mother's elder brother. Should we report this matter to the Holy Mother?"
There were three other cushions beside Chu Chen, occupied by the remaining three ancestors of the Human Race. Like Chu Chen, they were responsible for guarding the ancestral temple. The one who had just spoken was Fire-Driller.
"We need not interfere. Duobao, the Immortal Master, surely knows