Dijun Tests Him, Tongtian Roars at His Rebellious Disciple!

Seeing Fuxi return to the Fenggun Tribe, Duobao casually asked, "How was the trip to the Ancestral Court?"

"The Ancestral Court truly crouched tigers and hidden dragons. It was terrifying beyond measure!"

Fuxi spoke frankly of his feelings. Because the Ancestral Court gathered and uniformly trained gifted members from every race, there were no ordinary members of the Human Race there. Martial artists could be seen everywhere.

"Having gone to the Ancestral Court, you should understand that the backbone of the Human Race lies in its martial artists. Do you still intend to persist in your ideas?"

"Yes. There may be many martial artists, but the descendants of martial artists are not guaranteed to be born with the aptitude to train in martial arts. Therefore, the ordinary Human Race is the foundation of our people. Only when those ordinary humans live well can the Human Race be truly powerful."

Fuxi spoke with a steadfast gaze.

Seeing Fuxi's determined eyes, Duobao nodded to himself.

He had once asked his senior brother how he ought to teach Fuxi. His senior brother had given him only one sentence: "Water can carry a boat, but without water, the boat cannot move."

He had pondered the meaning of those words for years. Only after seeing Fuxi devote his attention to the ordinary Human Race did he gain some understanding of his senior brother's words. He had asked today merely because he feared that after visiting the Ancestral Court, Fuxi's long-held conviction might have been shaken. But upon seeing the determination in Fuxi's eyes, he was reassured.

"Since that is the case, continue doing things your way. If you need anything, tell your master."

Sometimes, having a disciple who was too clever was not a good thing. Fuxi had been fine as a child, asking him