妺妺的第一次爽歪歪

Because of this, Chu Xuan dared not to be careless.

Chu Xuan silently gave Hou Tu a look. Hou Tu instantly became alert; she did not understand Fuxi but she understood Chu Xuan.

A being as wise and powerful as Chu Xuan suddenly showing an unusual demeanor to hint at her must mean something was amiss.

“Fuxi? Nuwa?”

Hou Tu’s initial joy of seeing an old friend was gone in an instant, but she still smiled and said, “Fuxi, my friend, you are unaware that this is a junior of our clan, named Chu Xuan. He possesses some talent, so I have brought him along for guidance!”

“I was just about to send him out for training when I happened to encounter you!”

With just a simple statement, Hou Tu clarified Chu Xuan’s identity and categorized him as a junior, separating him from Fuxi.

However, unbeknownst to her, Fuxi was not concerned with such matters. Upon hearing Hou Tu’s words, he focused even more intently on Chu Xuan.

“Is that so! However, Chu Xuan, my friend, you do not seem ordinary. Although my sister and weren’t hiding, it is not something an average Taiyi Golden Immortal could perceive!” As he spoke, Fuxi seemed somewhat emotional. “The Wu race is truly talented! First, there was the Senior Shaman Hou Yi, who repelled the Yao race’s emperor. Now, we have such a gifted Taiyi!”

Seeing Fuxi completely fixated on him, Chu Xuan was a bit surprised.

However, after thinking about it, he quickly understood the reason.

He was too special. Now that the conflict between the Wu and Yao races had just recently concluded, bringing a minor character like himself along seemed out of place.

Ordinary powerful beings would not mind a small Taiyi.

But the more one relied on intellect, the more one paid attention to such details, as they could reveal more.

Understanding this, Chu Xuan decided to drop the pretense.

Perhaps acting along with the other party could help him get through this.

Suddenly, he had some thoughts and stood a bit taller, no longer hiding, and smiled as he responded, “Master Fuxi, you flatter me! A mere Taiyi cannot be considered talented! In the Primordial Realm, only those with immense power can make a name for themselves, especially with the upcoming Dao Ancestor’s teachings about the path of the Quasi-Saints! This itself illustrates that the future belongs to the Quasi-Saints. Amongst the Quasi-Saints in the world, it must be you great ones! Below Quasi-Saint, we are all ants! And now, we are still only at the second sermon. What about the third sermon?”

Chu Xuan seemed to express his emotions, articulating many speculations that the great beings had implicitly foreseen.

“I’m afraid it is now the era of the Saints”

“The tides of time rise like waves, each higher than the last, and the future is limitless. How can a Taiyi be considered more than dust?”

While he spoke of Taiyi, to Fuxi, it felt as if he were discussing the Da Luo Golden Immortal, and speaking of great beings, even mentioning Quasi-Saints!

The era of Saints!

Fuxi’s heart trembled.

Unable to restrain himself, Fuxi replied, “If we say that it’s the era of the Quasi-Saints, that is still acceptable. After all, many great beings are trapped in the Da Luo Golden Immortal stage. When the portal of the Great Dao opens, the gods will naturally swarm in. But isn’t saying it’s the era of Saints too much? The Quasi-Saint realm is already vast enough. During the Longhan Tribulation, the three races relied only on luck to produce a few Quasi-Saints. There are rumors that if one becomes the Heavenly Emperor, they can rely on the Primordial Realm’s fortune to become a Saint, but those are just rumors! The Dao Ancestor’s divine might is incredibly powerful. Even Quasi-Saints find it hard to match!”

However, once he spoke, he felt something was off. Although he found this kid interesting,

the secret knowledge he shared was not something a mere Taiyi could grasp.

Even Hou Tu and Nuwa, who were drawn into the conversation, frowned, with Nuwa directly rebuking, “Brother, you have gone too far!”

Such statements seem to bully the juniors with experience and insight. She had come to visit friends, not to stir up trouble.

Upon hearing this, Fuxi touched his nose, feeling somewhat embarrassed. He was about to wave his hand, signaling Chu Xuan not to mind it.

But unexpectedly, at that moment, Chu Xuan spoke up, “Didn’t the many Quasi-Saints of the three races during the Longhan Tribulation also become Saints?”

“Since the Quasi-Saint era is approaching, why can’t a few Saints emerge?”

Chu Xuan’s bold words shocked everyone present, including Hou Tu, who looked at Chu Xuan in astonishment.

Saints?

The higher one stood at the pinnacle of the Primordial Realm, the more they understood the terror and shock of this term.

That was a sky that could not be seen without cultivation. Once one cultivates, it becomes an unreachable firmament.

A mere Taiyi Golden Immortal dared to speak so lightly of Saints.

Yet somehow, as they listened to Chu Xuan’s words, the hearts of several people involuntarily raced.

Even great beings who had lived through countless epochs could hardly escape this.

After all, we are talking about Saints!

Moreover, what he said indeed held some truth. Didn’t the Longhan Tribulation produce a Dao Ancestor with just a few Quasi-Saints?

If the Quasi-Saint era descends, could it truly be possible?

However, before their shock could reach its peak, what Chu Xuan said next ignited the fire in their hearts completely.

“Furthermore, the Dao Ancestor’s teachings must have a reason; how could they be half-hearted? The first sermon spoke of the path of the Da Luo Golden Immortal. The second sermon speaks of the path of the Quasi-Saints. Why can’t the third sermon discuss the path of the Saints? Once the Saint realm is out, the heavenly beings will not linger! I believe the Dao Ancestor would be willing, after all, the heavenly beings are all his disciples! This is the transmission of the Dao!”

His final words completely convinced the three.

Or rather, they had speculated before. They just hesitated to believe it after realizing the power of Saints, as they feared to hope.

Putting themselves in another’s shoes, if they became Saints, would they allow others to become Saints? Even if allowed, they would not actively create rivals.

But now, with Chu Xuan, the “outsider,” analyzing it this way, everyone felt that this speculation was almost real.

“Indeed, we are all part of the Xuanmen Dao lineage. We are the teacher’s disciples! The teacher must be willing to pass on the path to becoming a saint! This is the transmission of the Dao, not a rivalry! Not a threat!” Fuxi murmured to himself, somewhat excited, forgetting the original reason for visiting the Wu race.

Yet this was not the end.

Chu Xuan continued, somewhat smilingly, “However, Saints are indeed powerful and it should not be easily granted. There must be reasons, fate, and fortunes! Perhaps it was already predetermined from the very beginning! This is fate!”

Chu Xuan seemed to make a deduction, but his words were so assertive that it felt as if he were Hongjun himself.

In an instant, Hou Tu, Nuwa, and Fuxi all seemed to think of something.

Hou Tu and Fuxi both stared intently at the somewhat shocked Nuwa.

Fuxi spoke with a trembling voice, quietly murmuring,

“The cushion!”