Fuxi: A Small Scheme Is All I Need!

Fengqi Mountain.

Inside the small pavilion beneath the Wutong Tree—

Bang!

Nuwa's delicate hand clenched into a fist and struck the immortal table beside her, neither too hard nor too softly. Her face was filled with frustration and fury.

She cursed without restraint:

"Damn it!"

"What is wrong with that lunatic fun-seeking bird from the Sun Star? He keeps staring at our Fengqi Mountain, making no attempt to hide it—utterly lawless and unrestrained!"

"He has gone too far in bullying me!"

"Arghhhh!!!!"

The more she cursed,

the worse Nuwa's mood became. By the end, she was even showing signs of cracking a little.

Across from Nuwa, Fuxi appeared far more composed.

He smiled and said:

"Let him watch!"

"At this very moment, who knows how many fellow Daoists are secretly watching us siblings?"

"Fellow Daoist Dan Jing simply cannot be bothered to conceal himself."

At those words,

Nuwa frowned and gave a cold snort:

"Hmph—"

"No matter what, I just cannot stand that lunatic from the Sun Star!"

Fuxi nodded, showing that he understood.

After all, since his little sister had roamed the Primordial World—

the only person at whose hands she had suffered loss after loss was Dan Jing.

What was more...

she was now the Sage Realm's final disciple, a future Sage.

Yet she still had to keep three paces away from Dan Jing—

Fuxi understood that frustration, though he could not truly feel it himself.

After all, as one of the extremely few renowned powerhouses who had never been struck by the Chaos Bell's "Fortune Collision," Fuxi truly had no idea just how formidable the Chaos Bell was!

Therefore,

he did not hold much ill will toward the madman Dan Jing. Instead, he felt that this madman was quite genuine.

He even vaguely admired him somewhat!

Because the madman Dan Jing was genuine—

if he said he was going to deal with someone, then that person would definitely be sent flying on the spot.

He never hesitated in the slightest!

A person like that—

would never be like certain fellow Daoists, who wore one face before others and another behind their backs.

Treacherous villains were far more terrifying than mad lunatics!

A mad lunatic's terror was laid out plainly for all to see; everyone knew to stay far away from him.

But with a treacherous villain, you might not discover his filthy thoughts until the very moment before he struck.

What was more—

even if a treacherous villain got you killed, you might never realize his wickedness!

Therefore,

by comparison—

Fuxi preferred mad lunatics like Dan Jing!

After paying a certain price, people like that could be used and plotted against.

Whether through covert schemes

or open stratagems,

so long as an existence like the madman Dan Jing had desires and weaknesses, Fuxi was confident that he could plot against him.

Thus—

aside from his terrifying combat strength, nothing else about the madman Dan Jing was worth mentioning!

Fuxi was confident—

if he ever needed to, a small scheme would be all it took to draw Dan Jing into his plans!

Of course,

in Fuxi's view—

was Dan Jing truly nothing more than a pure madman, a lunatic?

That was not necessarily so!

But no matter what—

when it came to planning and scheming, Fuxi considered himself unmatched by anyone!

Even if Dan Jing was more than merely a mad lunatic, Fuxi could still scheme against him and make use of him!

"Brother, how much longer do you think it will be before the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race arrive...?"

After venting her anger, Nuwa asked solemnly.

The powerhouses from every corner of heaven and earth all knew, and were watching, to see whether she and her brother would clash with the Twelve Ancestral Witches and whether a great battle would erupt.

And—

when they would begin fighting!

As one of the parties involved, Nuwa naturally cared deeply about this.

At the same time,

Nuwa was also extremely nervous—

each of the Twelve Ancestral Witches seemed absurdly powerful!

Confidence was one thing.

But she truly worried that she and her brother would fail to gain any advantage against the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

"At the latest, thirty thousand years. At the soonest, ten thousand years."

After raising a hand and making some calculations, Fuxi gave that answer.

What was meant to come would come eventually!

Nuwa nodded.

She did not ask any further questions, but the gravity swirling in her beautiful eyes refused to fade.

Twenty thousand years later.

Sun Star—

beneath the Fusang Divine Tree, Dan Jing sat cross-legged atop the Solar Meditation Mat.

At his side,

the Pure Yang Treasure Mirror shone with precious light, displaying the scene between Fengqi Mountain and Pangu Divine Hall.

At the same time,

the Chaos Bell, transformed to the height of a man, floated before Dan Jing. The Dao rhythm of a supreme treasure and five-colored divine radiance flowed across its body!

Dan Jing split his focus in two—

on one hand, he watched the developments at Fengqi Mountain; on the other, he comprehended the Heavenly Circumference Stellar Formation from the Chaos Bell!

This was not difficult for him!

He was not spying on Fengqi Mountain in some furtive manner. He was watching it openly and aboveboard, so it cost him no effort at all.

Moreover, he had long since completely refined the Chaos Bell, making comprehension easy and effortless.

Splitting his focus in two—

easy and delightful!

"Hm?"

Dan Jing's train of thought as he comprehended the Heavenly Circumference Stellar Formation paused.

He looked up—

his golden eyes, gleaming with excitement, stared straight at Fengqi Mountain.

"Oho~!"

With a raised hand, he pushed the Chaos Bell aside. Then, with a beckon, he drew the Pure Yang Treasure Mirror into his hand.

Excitement colored his expression:

"The Witch Race has made its move!"

"The first grand show after the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race emerged into the world is finally about to begin?"

"Hahaha..."

At that moment,

within the scene reflected by the Pure Yang Treasure Mirror—

a Witch Race force of over ten thousand, led by more than ten Grand Witches, could be seen marching mightily toward Fengqi Mountain!

Who else could their target be?

Whoosh!

Putting away the Chaos Bell and the Pure Yang Treasure Mirror with a backhanded motion, Dan Jing rose directly from the Solar Meditation Mat and headed straight for the Sun God Palace.

Not long after,

having tucked an immortal table under his arm and brought along a great deal of immortal fruit, spirit food, and immortal brew, Dan Jing happily left the Sun Star.

He transformed into a golden rainbow and sped straight toward Fengqi Mountain!

For a grand show like this—

watching it in person was naturally far more enjoyable!

Fengqi Mountain.

Twenty thousand years was no more than the flick of a finger to Nuwa and Fuxi.

Inside the small pavilion beneath the Wutong Tree—

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Fuxi and Nuwa opened their resting eyes at the same time, their expressions simultaneously turning grave and solemn.

"Brother, the Witch Race has arrived."

Nuwa spoke first.

Across from her,

Fuxi nodded. Just as he was about to speak, his expression froze slightly.

His face turned strange:

"Why has he come as well?"

As soon as those words fell,

Nuwa, seated across from Fuxi, was briefly stunned. Then her expression darkened.

She raised her head and looked toward the Sun Star.

She said in a low voice:

"Bastard!"

"That lunatic, that fun-seeker, actually... actually came directly to my Fengqi Mountain!!"

"He has gone too far in bullying me!"

Nuwa had barely finished speaking.

In the sky beyond Fengqi Mountain,

Buzz—

A golden rainbow immortal radiance, not particularly dazzling, spread apart, and Dan Jing's figure appeared openly in that stretch of sky!

He made no attempt to hide himself.

Anyone could see his arrival!

Once they sensed Dan Jing's appearance, the various powerhouses watching Fengqi Mountain all visibly paused, their gazes shifting toward him.

What was this madman Dan Jing... going there for?

Yet Dan Jing did not care in the slightest about the many curious gazes falling upon him.

He simply went about his own business—

he set out an immortal table and stools, then arranged the spirit food, spirit fruit, immortal brew, and other items he had brought one by one.

Finally,

he casually sat down, crossed his legs, ate dishes, poured himself wine, and drank alone, utterly relaxed and at ease.

He looked exactly like a front-row audience member who had come to watch the show!