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Sure enough, Ye Chuanze said, "Although I have not taken on a human form and can freely walk in Primordial, you and Nüwa have no such concerns. So, when you go out in the future, take me with you!"
"This..." Fuxi showed a look of hesitation.
Ye Chuanze did not give him a chance to refuse and continued, "Once a magical treasure has an owner, others will not dare to easily snatch it away; that would be an act of unkindness. If I am by your side, others will think I am your treasure. Even if they covet it in their hearts, they will not dare to act unless they are not afraid of death! I believe there is nothing more appropriate than this."
Although killing and robbing treasures in Primordial is not uncommon, many people are unwilling to do so. Rather than out of morality, it is more due to fear. If you kill someone today and take their treasure, tomorrow it will be your turn. If you stand by while someone else kills and robs today, then when it is your turn tomorrow, others will also stand by. Therefore, many immortals in Primordial, regardless of their true thoughts, always put on a facade of righteousness and condemn the actions of others who kill and rob.
Even those who wish to kill and rob will find a legitimate reason to justify their actions as reasonable rather than unkind and unjust. This can be considered an accepted unwritten rule in Primordial!
Hearing this, Fuxi remained hesitant and silent.
Seeing this, Ye Chuanze provocatively said, "What's wrong? Are you scared? Are you afraid those people will cause you trouble? Are you afraid you can't protect me?"
Before Fuxi could respond, Nüwa frowned and said, "Stop talking nonsense! My brother would never be afraid of those people."
Inside the Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus, the soul state of Ye Chuanze secretly curled up the corners of his lips, waiting for her words, "He naturally is not afraid..."
Hearing this, Fuxi looked slightly helpless and said, "I agree to your request."
"Then thank you very much, fellow Daoist Fuxi!”
The Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus gradually shrank in size, transforming into a palm-sized Black Lotus. It flew up from the lake and landed on Fuxi's shoulder. The white-clad Black Lotus complemented him perfectly, making the palm-sized Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus appear as if it were an embroidered pattern on Fuxi's clothing. Fuxi tilted his head slightly, his long black hair brushing against his shoulder as he looked at the mini version of the Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus resting on him, his gaze slightly helpless as he shook his head and chuckled.
Fuxi and Nüwa left the Valley, taking Ye Chuanze with them. The lake that had lost the Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus saw all its lotus flowers vanish in an instant, leaving only a calm blue surface of water.
At this time, in the Primordial world where everything was just beginning, treasures were scattered everywhere. Various Spiritual Treasures that predated heaven lay across the Primordial landscape, and many unclaimed Innate Spiritual Roots were hidden in the mountains and forests. Not to mention countless postnatal Spiritual Treasures and postnatal spiritual roots; in this era, even a wild grass by the roadside could be considered a celestial herb capable of curing all ailments. However, what was invaluable in later generations was merely seen as common grass by the immortals of the Primordial world.
The abundance of Innate Spiritual Treasures and spiritual roots, along with postnatal Spiritual Treasures everywhere, had spoiled the vision of the Primordial immortals. They would only settle for top-notch Spiritual Treasures and rare spiritual roots, being extremely picky. Moreover, besides their annoying pickiness, these immortals also had a habit of claiming anything unowned that they laid eyes on as theirs, insisting on obtaining it. When several individuals simultaneously spotted an unclaimed treasure... well, this often signified the beginning of tragedy.
In this era of competing for strength and treasures in the Primordial world, every immortal was a collector and an expert in treasure hunting; Fuxi and Nüwa were no exceptions. Even Ye Chuanze, who had yet to attain human form and still resembled a lotus flower, understood the importance of collecting treasures. During his time with Rahul, he had participated in many robberies to seize treasures. Of course, all the killing was done by Rahul; Ye Chuanze was merely responsible for acquiring treasures.
As Ye Chuanze followed Fuxi and Nüwa through the Primordial world, he truly opened his eyes. He discovered that one could encounter rare spiritual roots while walking along the road! He realized that treasures could fall from the sky without any effort! Ye Chuanze felt enlightened; treasures were not solely obtained through killing and plundering but could also be found or encountered! A new door to a world opened before him.
One must say, Ye Chuanze, after all these years with Rahul, how twisted has your mindset become? Truly ruthless!
Ye Chuanze quietly lay on Fuxi's shoulder as they traversed a mountainous area filled with abundant spiritual energy, suggesting that something extraordinary might be found there. Eventually, deep within the mountain's belly, they discovered a rare spiritual root. This root resembled bamboo but was not bamboo; its slender body sprouted several branches adorned with long golden leaves that shimmered faintly with golden light. It bore orange-yellow fruits—there weren't many; Ye Chuanze counted about thirty-six.
They looked quite delicious; the orange-yellow fruits resembled plums but were larger than typical plums—juicy and clearly very tasty. Ye Chuanze shamelessly drooled at the sight but... he couldn't eat them! He had lost track of how long it had been since he last ate something; although he wasn't hungry, he craved food! How he wished he could eat!
In the state of his soul within the Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus, Ye Chuanze wiped his mouth; saliva was about to spill out. Being able to see but not eat was truly distressing. Indeed, not having attained human form led to tragedy! Unbeknownst to him, Ye Chuanze's resolve to pursue human form grew stronger as he witnessed this scene; his previously wavering determination due to recent failures in transformation solidified further without any flaws. This was indeed commendable! However, is it really okay to strengthen one's resolve for such reasons?
Nüwa's face lit up with joy upon seeing this spiritual root. Although she was a fierce warrior unmatched in combat among her peers in Primordial times, it seemed to be a woman's nature to delight in fresh fruits. The Spiritual Fruits near Buzhou Mountain had often suffered under her relentless picking; she always ensured that any fruits produced were snatched up immediately. The ones who picked them were either Nüwa or Fuxi—Fuxi you spoiled brat!
Unfortunately, within the Valley where Ye Chuanze resides, there happens to be a grove of fruit-bearing spiritual trees. Every autumn, these trees yield a bounty of golden-orange fruits, and Ye Chuanze often drools over them, gazing longingly at the grove during his free time. Each time he looks, he feels a wave of despair, cursing under his breath! When will he ever be able to take on human form? At this rate, he would either die of depression or starve from his cravings.
Later on, after Ye Chuanze became familiar with Fuxi and Nuwa, Fuxi no longer held back and picked fruits from the grove right in front of him! There was no doubt where those fruits would end up. With a gentle smile, Fuxi remarked, "These Spiritual Fruits have been hanging on the branches for so long, waiting to fall when ripe. What a waste!"
Ye Chuanze was furious. Did they think he had no mouth and couldn't eat? Fuxi, you are such an unprincipled scoundrel for spoiling your sister!
Nuwa always held herself in high regard and naturally wouldn’t expose her own girlish side in front of Ye Chuanze, such as her fondness for fruits. Therefore, she generally wouldn’t openly pick fruits from the Valley in front of him; of course, secretly picking them didn’t count. Ye Chuanze had caught Nuwa sneaking fruits from the Valley countless times when he wasn’t paying attention, and during those moments, he usually pretended not to notice. He couldn’t afford to offend this fierce sister! Anyone who hurt her pride would pay with their life! Ye Chuanze considered himself quite cautious about his own life.
Every autumn when the fruits ripened, Nuwa would visit the Valley more frequently, and the reason for this was… obvious.
With a joyful expression, Nuwa approached to collect a spiritual root. Just as she reached out her hand, she suddenly heard a shout from afar.
"Friend, please stop!"
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