妺妺的第一次爽歪歪

Hou Yi, who had just made a breakthrough, darkened his expression.

“Nonsense! What’s a mere little bird anyway? When the time comes, I’ll shoot it down and roast it for you all to enjoy! As for karma, the Wu race has long been at odds with them. Why bother worrying now? And if things do get difficult, we have the Ancestors of the Wu behind us!”

Hou Yi certainly wasn’t foolish; he had a clear view of things. He simply wouldn’t let a bit of risk change who he was.

Chu Xuan saw this and only shook his head, as he chose not to press further.

The past trajectory had shown that this guy dared to nearly wipe out Di Jun’s entire bloodline.

The decisive battle between the Wu and Yao races had yet to come; having this kind of temper was only natural.

But in this life, Donghuang Taiyi has already set his sights on him. His risks aren’t going to be any less.

Chu Xuan held his silence, yet Hou Yi couldn’t resist retorting, “Actually, you seem to have grown timid since your breakthrough! Hmm? Are you a Taiyi Golden Immortal or a Da Luo Golden Immortal? Something feels off—I almost feel as if I’m facing a Wu Ancestor!”

Hou Yi frowned as he spoke, his tone curious.

There was no denying Hou Yi’s keen insight. Even though Chu Xuan had hidden things well, they were of the same race, and Chu Xuan had just recently refined the blood of the Wu Ancestor. The lingering aura affected Hou Yi enough to sense that something was different about him.

Yet that was all. The influence of the ancestral aura influence only hinted at something strange. Hou Yi couldn’t see any specific changes, only that Chu Xuan as a Taiyi Golden Immortal felt oddly unique.

Given time, Chu Xuan would adapt and it would become extremely difficult for anyone to discern his true nature—only a Saint would even come close, and even then, they wouldn’t be able to breach the authority hidden within the Wu Ancestor’s bloodline. The interference of Pangu’s blood in concealing one’s fate was extraordinary.

Just as Hou Yi finished speaking, Chu Xuan hadn’t yet replied when Wu Ancestor Hou Tu herself descended, having just displayed her great power.

Seeing Hou Yi’s audacious attitude, Hou Tu was already exasperated; she had overheard his earlier remarks.

“What do you mean by the Wu Ancestors are there to support you? It seems I’ve been too lenient with all of you. One after another, you all think like this!” Hou Tu cast a meaningful look at Chu Xuan as she spoke.

Chu Xuan was calm as ever and unmoved.

Meanwhile, Hou Yi shrank back a bit and respectfully bowed to Hou Tu.

“Greetings, Wu Ancestor!”

He might have been arrogant in front of Donghuang Taiyi, but he, like all members of the Wu race, held genuine reverence for the Wu Ancestors.

Seeing Hou Yi suddenly so meek, Hou Tu’s frustration quickly faded. She was naturally gentle, but lately, Chu Xuan had stirred her emotions somewhat.

She glanced at Hou Yi and then noticed Kua Fu nearby bowing respectfully as well.

Now this is how a true member of the Wu race behaves! As for Chu Xuan…He looks nothing like a typical shaman! She thought.

Chu Xuan smiled slightly, sensing her gaze. Now that he had proven himself, he no longer minded it.

A strategist of the Wu race had to be bold; what kind of strategist would he be otherwise?

Schemes filled his mind, each one like a beacon in the dark—his demeanor was impossible to hide!

After a moment of thought, Chu Xuan directly addressed Hou Tu.

“Kua Fu and Hou Yi are both future strongholds of our Wu race, and they share my dedication to its prosperity. I ask the Wu Ancestor to grant them a blessing.”

Without much preamble, he openly requested a reward from Hou Tu.

Seeing this, both Kua Fu and Hou Yi’s hearts raced.

He’s so bold!

Hou Yi thought he was audacious, but clearly, he had a long way to go!

To their surprise, Hou Tu merely sighed at Chu Xuan and nodded.

“If that’s the case, I shall grant two drops of the Wu Ancestors’ blood, in the hope that you’ll become pillars of strength for our Wu race.”

With that, Hou Tu withdrew two drops of blood and sent them toward Hou Yi and Kua Fu.

Clearly, these weren’t Hou Tu’s own blood drops.

One drop radiated with a spatial power, the other with a dense aura of wood.

Chu Xuan recognized them immediately as the blood of Di Jiang and Ju Mang.

It was common for Wu Ancestors to share blood amongst themselves. After all, there were warriors in their tribes with varying elemental affinities who deserved to be rewarded.

Hou Tu had chosen well: Di Jiang’s spatial blood, which carried Quasi-Saint power, suited Hou Yi’s recent promotion to a Senior Shaman and would assist him in mastering his archery skills, while Ju Mang’s blood matched Kua Fu’s endurance-focused nature.

Seeing the blood drops, Hou Yi and Kua Fu were overjoyed and bowed deeply in thanks before retreating to refine it.

They could tell that their friend was no longer the same after meeting with the Wu Ancestor.

Moreover, Hou Tu’s attitude toward Chu Xuan was also unusual; it was no small feat to have a Wu Ancestor bestow such a gift upon a single request.

No wonder this guy carries the Wu Ancestor’s aura! Hou Yi mused to himself.

Kua Fu, meanwhile, couldn’t help but angrily give Hou Yi a punch.

“It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t kept me from going with Chu Xuan, I might have gained this opportunity too!”

Hou Yi fell silent, as he felt a little guilty.

He had been cautious, thinking that if Chu Xuan had noticed a problem with the Yao race, then surely the Wu Ancestors had as well. Since Chu Xuan was a new member of the Wu race, it wouldn’t be too risky for him to tag along, but Hou Yi thought that the older members might be punished for meddling.

Who would have guessed there’d be such a blessing waiting? Unbelievable!

With Hou Yi and Kua Fu gone, Hou Tu turned her gaze back to Chu Xuan with a resigned expression.

“Is this sufficient for you? Shall we leave now?”

Chu Xuan was about to nod when his attention suddenly shifted toward a certain direction, and he shook his head.

“It seems we have guests.”

Hou Tu’s expression softened, her face breaking into a rare smile.

“It turns out to be little sister Nuwa—what a surprise!”

The space before them opened in layers, and two radiant, imposing figures stepped forward.

One was tall and striking, the other was exquisitely beautiful, and they both possessed the aura of unfathomable serpent-like beings, reminiscent of the dragon Dao.

The beautiful woman—Nuwa—spoke first with playful grievance.

“I told you, you’re the younger sister!”

Their closeness was apparent.

This was only natural as the Wu race’s territory was at the foot of Mount Buzhou, where Nuwa and Fuxi had long resided.

They were both powerful beings and practically neighbors, as even Da Luo Golden Immortals couldn’t cross Mount Buzhou easily.

Furthermore, they were both prominent female figures which made their friendship quite natural.

Chu Xuan stood silently to the side, observing the two familiar yet strange deities and pretending to be a mere attendant to Hou Tu.

Famous figures indeed. More importantly, they’re future Saintsnd one of them will even be the Emperor of the Human race.

I wonder if there’s a way to make use of them.

As the dedicated strategist of the Wu race, Chu Xuan’s mind began spinning the moment he saw them, evaluating their potential usefulness.

Both of them were invaluable, after all.

Just then, while Chu Xuan kept silent and continued observing them, Fuxi, who had accompanied Nuwa, turned his attention to Chu Xuan, his tone curious.

“I wonder who this fellow cultivator is? To sense our arrival with a single sound is remarkable.” Though he sounded friendly, Chu Xuan immediately sensed a kindred spirit’s wariness.

It’s a spy, it’s a test—this guy is not a good person! Ah, hiding behind ahis sister’s alliance with the Wu Ancestors to come and scout things out! Chu Xuan’s guard went up.

He hadn’t forgotten that this future Saint Emperor of the Human race had first died once before reaching his destiny.

Before that, Fuxi had served as the Yao race’s Emperor Xi.