BXBX NOVEL Chapter 32
The tension had been artificially created. After they had repeatedly ignited the emotions from the beginning, most of the forces had already been taken over by other hidden presences.
The many Wu Ancestors began to withdraw.
They were preparing for other schemes ahead.
To make things seem real, they had even carried out a few attacks on the Wu race themselves.
Within the Wu race, Chu Xuan once again saw Fuxi and Nuwa, the pair of brother and sister.
He felt the cold gazes above him, all turned toward him.
More than twenty senior witches’ auras were interconnected and they rose up to engage in battle.
There were even some Wu Ancestors stepping out from the Pangu Palace to engage with the hidden powers.
The terrifying Dao light nearly turned the entire sky into a pool of mud.
The sky shattered into dust, the void became dry, and amidst the scattering of chaotic energy, the four spirits of earth, wind, water, and fire were all submerged.
The slightest remnants of the shockwaves caused massive chunks of land from Mount Buzhou to be shaved off.
Although for Mount Buzhou, it was just a speck of dust, it was still an overwhelming sight.
After all, Mount Buzhou was still under the suppression of the Great Dao. Even an ordinary Da Luo Golden Immortal would find it difficult to climb to the peak of the Dao.
“It really is a troublesome time!” Chu Xuan said these words lightly.
Considering the current strength of the Wu race, protecting a single Nuwa was too easy.
This didn’t even count the other Wu Ancestors who had secretly left to cause trouble.
Fuxi and Nuwa, who had not been seen for a long time, were surprised to see Chu Xuan suddenly appear.
Fuxi, still with his easygoing, unconcerned demeanor, smiled at Chu Xuan and called him a ‘little shaman.’
“Ah, it’s fellow Daoist Chu Xuan! It’s been almost a thousand years since we last met! I never expected we’d meet again, let alone in the heart of the Wu race!”
Fuxi appeared to be lamenting, but in truth, he was probing.
How could a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal little shaman enter such a core area of the Wu race?
This place was not the previous Hou Tu tribe, but the true key location, near the Pangu Palace, which required the Wu Ancestors and many senior witches to guard.
If Fuxi and Nuwa had not been connected to the position of future Saints, they too would not have been allowed here.
Yet, to his surprise, Chu Xuan was able to appear here.
Moreover, with his words from last time, which seemed to directly point to the current chaotic situation, it was obvious that Chu Xuan was no ordinary individual.
Fuxi could not help but be curious.
He had come last time to test the Wu race, and even though he was borrowing a favor from the Wu race, he couldn’t resist probing again.
As a wise being, his curiosity was piqued!
However, Chu Xuan ignored Fuxi’s probing. Instead, he smiled and said while pretending not to understand.
“It was the Wu Ancestor Hou Tu who brought me here! I’m just a little shaman! But the Wu Ancestors seem to like me!”
Fuxi chuckled and said, “Is that so?”
His eyes, however, were filled with disbelief.
But Chu Xuan paid him no mind. Instead, he turned to look at the beautiful and curious Nuwa, who was watching him intently.
“Lady Nuwa, why do you keep staring at me? Do I have a pattern on my face?”
Nuwa smiled.
“I just find you, a little shaman, quite interesting! With so many Da Luo Golden Immortals above, and powerful beings fighting, aren’t you afraid a stray wave might kill you? And yet you dare to watch! Can you even see clearly?”
Fuxi’s gaze shifted. Indeed, he had overlooked this point.
A mere little shaman could be pampered up to this point, but why was he watching a battle between Da Luo Golden Immortals?
Yet, Chu Xuan continued to play along.
“I am of the Wu race. What do I fear from life or death? Moreover, with Lady Nuwa and Lord Fuxi here, how could they allow me to be killed? As for whether I can see clearly, does it matter?”
Nuwa tilted her head, her figure graceful.
“Doesn’t it matter? When the Dao laws clash, even the slightest leak, too much attention, could cause the laws in your body to conflict!”
Chu Xuan smiled and made a gesture that seemed very Wu-like, clenching his fist and patting his chest.
“I have great courage! My body is strong!”
Strangely enough, he did have a certain Wu-like appearance, despite being notably slimmer than other Wu members.
Nuwa smiled as she found this amusing.
However, Fuxi observed from the side and began to feel something was off. At first, he thought their exchange was a mere probing for information.
But the more he watched, the stranger it seemed!
It felt like he was an outsider, standing off to the side.
Fuxi cleared his throat twice, and Nuwa’s smile froze. She realized that she and Chu Xuan had grown unusually close.
Yes, this kid didn’t seem to care about respect or hierarchy and could joke around. He was far more interesting than her older brother.
She ignored the cold gaze from her brother.
She smiled, thought for a moment, and was about to continue asking something.
Suddenly, at that moment…
Above them!
Boom!
A burnt and horrifying head fell from the sky. The Da Luo Dao was severed, and the corpse of a Da Luo Golden Immortal plummeted down.
Though Da Luo Golden Immortals were notoriously difficult to kill, severing their heads or turning them into dust wouldn’t normally cause death.
But at this moment, that severed head seemed to sever the Dao itself.
The Dao fruit shattered, and the law was cut off.
It was complete annihilation.
This indicated absolute domination.
Only by overwhelming their opponent could they sever their Dao, without needing to destroy their essence or Dao fruit.
A Da Luo Golden Immortals had fallen outside the Wu race.
Then two, three, four more!
Four Da Luo Golden Immortals fell from the sky.
Several Wu Ancestors, accompanied by more than twenty senior witches, descended, none of them harmed.
The most crucial point was that among these Wu Ancestors, one was a Quasi-Saint, and it was not Di Jiang.
It was Zhu Rong!
One of the Twelve Wu Ancestors!
A new Quasi-Saint!
At that moment, Fuxi and Nuwa fell silent, their expressions a mix of shock and complexity as they watched this scene unfold.
Even though the Wu clan lacked primordial spirits and could not listen to the Dao, they could still walk the path to becoming a Quasi-Saint on their own.
The Wu clan was truly blessed.
This was actually the suggestion of Chu Xuan. The Wu clan should slowly begin to show their Quasi-aint potential.
Otherwise, if they suddenly appeared all at once, it would be even more problematic.
Now, Zhu Rong was the first to “emerge” from this hidden power.
Zhu Rong descended with a hearty laugh.
“A few mere Great Luo Golden Immortals dared to spy on my Wu clan? They’re simply seeking death! Though, we still let one powerful figure escape. That’s a bit of a pity! He ran really fast. That guy took a hit, and at the very least, he’ll need to recover for tens of thousands of years!”
Hearing Zhu Rong’s words, Nuwa lost her interest in speaking.
Chu Xuan didn’t try to force a conversation either.
It was enough to leave an impression.
There was plenty of time ahead.
After all, it was Hou Tu who had left earlier to carry out secret tasks and strike against some powerful beings, all for the sake of her own amusement.
However, even though Chu Xuan remained silent, someone else sought him out. Among the returning ancestors, a cold and tall figure, whose body was surrounded by some kind of ice-related Dao, glanced at him and her eyes lit up.
She immediately spoke.
“Chu Xuan, you’re here! Did my little sister leave you behind? Come, come, come, let the Wu Ancestor take you out to play!”
Then, under the bewildered gaze of Fuxi and Nuwa, Xuan Ming casually threw her arm around Chu Xuan’s and pulled him away, completely disregarding the pressure on his soft body, all while smiling cheerfully as she tried to drag him off to another place.
Chu Xuan could only look on helplessly.
Fuxi and Nuwa, standing nearby, couldn’t help but feel it was quite strange.
Fuxi thought that he had already been fairly casual, associating with a little Taiyi shaman.
But he hadn’t expected Chu Xuan’s daily life to be like this, casually walking with an ancestor of the Wu clan with such familiarity.
If you’re not from the Wu clan, you wouldn’t understand!
Nuwa, on the other hand, paid more attention to the details. Her fair face flushed slightly with curiosity as she watched the two figures disappear with their bodies pressed closely together.
“They really stick together, don’t they? They’ve even pressed into each other!”
Nuwa’s heart raced, and her mind started to imagine all sorts of things.
Even for powerful figures, born from the innate, with the Dao as their vessel, once the distinction between male and female existed, there were naturally places where the Dao didn’t apply.