Guangchengzi's Three Victories

Shennong's trip to the Youxiong Clan was likewise equivalent to building up Xuanyuan's prestige. At the very least, in terms of reputation, Xuanyuan was no inferior to Xuandu.

Watching Xuandu open his eyes after one day, speak after three days, crawl after five days, and walk after ten days—

Every sign pointed to the bearing of a great sage.

Guangchengzi's confidence immediately surged, and his whole person puffed up. He secretly thought,

"Shennong, there will come a day when you regret this."

Seeing Xuandu perform so remarkably, Guangchengzi also began devoting himself heart and soul to teaching Xuandu.

As for Xuanyuan of the Youxiong Tribe, he did not even bother to look. Xuanyuan was merely a grassroots nobody; even if he had gained Shennong's favor, so what? In Guangchengzi's eyes, he could never compare to even a single hair of Xuandu.

Could Shennong's ability to teach possibly surpass his, the Chan Sect's foremost senior disciple?

Impossible, all right?

Xuandu was stronger than Xuanyuan. That was one victory.

He was stronger than Shennong. That was two victories.

Two victories against two defeats. That was three victories.

With three victories in hand, Guangchengzi simply did not know how he could still lose!

Shennong's master was also Holy Mother Jin Ling. If the disciple he taught defeated both Shennong and Xuanyuan, whom Shennong had instructed, did that mean he had defeated Holy Mother Jin Ling as well?

At that thought, Guangchengzi felt utterly delighted and worked even harder.

Within ten months, Xuandu had mastered all Human Race writing. Guangchengzi then imparted the Yuqing Immortal Method to him.

After obtaining the Yuqing Immortal Method, Xuandu cultivated day and night, forgetting food and sleep. He had not the slightest interest in Martial Dao, the foundational inheritance of the Human Race.

Meanwhile.

Under Shennong's guidance, Xuanyuan