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Ye Chuanze returned to Buzhou Mountain Cloud Marsh Cave, and before long, Fuxi came to visit.
Upon hearing the announcement from the gatekeeper, Ye Chuanze merely raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression showing no surprise. He had undergone the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Tribulation, which had darkened the skies and dimmed the sun and moon; Fuxi must have seen it and naturally felt concerned. After the tribulation, he was taken away by Hongjun, and it had been over half a month without any news of him. Fuxi must have been uneasy as well. Now that he had returned, Fuxi hurried over to visit, wanting to see if he was safe and sound.
Ye Chuanze instructed the attendant to bring him in and sat by the soft couch, taking out a set of wine utensils and a jug of wine to wait for his arrival.
Before long, Fuxi arrived. He appeared at the door, and Ye Chuanze looked up at him with a faint smile and said, "You’re here."
Fuxi paused for a moment, his gaze assessing him. Seeing that he looked as usual without any signs of injury or distress, the tension that had been etched on his brow for days eased. However, when his eyes fell on Ye Chuanze's attire, his expression suddenly darkened.
Noticing the change in his expression, Ye Chuanze felt somewhat puzzled. He chuckled lightly and redirected his attention by saying, "Fuxi, come here; let’s celebrate today."
Fuxi glanced at him, suppressing his emotions as he entered and asked, "What are we celebrating?"
"There are many things to celebrate," Ye Chuanze poured him a cup of wine and said, "Come taste this wine; do you like it?"
Fuxi took a sip from the cup and replied, "I naturally like your wine."
"If you like it, I’ll gift you a few jars."
"That would be too kind."
Holding a wine cup back slightly, Ye Chuanze smiled at Fuxi and said, "I’m in a good mood today; let’s drink a few more cups and chat."
Fuxi looked at him and asked, "Why are you in a good mood?"
Ye Chuanze smiled but remained silent, only gazing at him. After a long while, he asked, "Fuxi, are you happy that Nüwa has achieved sainthood?"
"Naturally happy."
Ye Chuanze shook his head and said, "Your words lack sincerity. If you were truly happy, why do I not see a hint of joy in you?"
Fuxi merely replied calmly, "How do you know I am not joyful?"
"Do not deceive me; I know you are troubled in your heart," Ye Chuanze said as he looked at him.
Fuxi remained silent, drinking his wine without a word.
Ye Chuanze continued to gaze at him and after a long time asked, "What is it that makes you unhappy? What worries you? Fuxi, I do not understand your concerns."
Fuxi did not respond immediately. After a while, he looked up at him and said, "The human race calls you Holy Father?"
"It is merely a casual title; I am no Holy Father of the human race. The birth of humanity has nothing to do with me, and I do not dare to accept such an honor without reason," Ye Chuanze replied.
Fuxi stared at him for a long time, as if trying to see through his heart. He then said, " Ye Chuanze, now the human race merely calls you a nominal Holy Father, and yet you are unwilling. Meanwhile, Nüwa is the genuine Holy Mother of humanity. How can you expect me to be happy?"
Ye Chuanze fell silent.
Fuxi continued, "You can refuse the title of Holy Father, but Nüwa cannot. Humanity was born through her hands; she is the rightful Holy Mother. The future development and fate of humanity are closely tied to Nüwa. She is but one person yet must bear the fortunes and misfortunes of an entire race. This is something I cannot bear to witness."
Ye Chuanze remained silent for a long time before finally sighing and saying, "You indeed think deeply and understand much; however, this matter is already destined. No amount of worry will change it. Do not trouble yourself unnecessarily; it is better to proceed gradually. Above us is the blue sky with the heavenly way." After pausing for a moment, he continued, "Even if the heavenly way does not intervene, Dao Ancestor is watching. Though Nüwa may face difficulties in the future, she will ultimately be safe. This newly born race must be favored by the heavenly way to come into existence and will have enduring fortunes."
"You say these things, but how could I not know? It's just that Nüwa, as a member of the demon clan, is also the Holy Mother of humanity. This... this is truly the most absurd matter of all! If she were the Holy Mother of the demon clan, I would have nothing to say; neither Nüwa nor I are people who fear trouble. But humanity has no connection to our demon clan. If something happens to humanity in the future, Nüwa will be isolated and helpless; who would be willing to help her? If... if in the future humanity and the demon clan grow resentful of each other, what will Nüwa do?" Fuxi continued.
Ye Chuanze had to admit that Fuxi was a person of great wisdom, with a long-term perspective that always allowed him to see what others overlooked. But is such great wisdom good or bad? Deep feelings do not last, and extreme wisdom can lead to harm.
Ye Chuanze remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Who knows what will happen in the future? Don't think too much; it only adds to your troubles. Regardless of what happens later, let’s focus on now. Nüwa becoming a saint is something worth celebrating. We must drink until we are drunk today, firstly to celebrate Nüwa's ascension, and secondly..." At this point, Ye Chuanze suddenly smiled.
Fuxi, who had been looking downcast, raised his head upon seeing him smile. "What does this second reason refer to?"
"Secondly, to celebrate that I survived my great tribulation and my cultivation has improved." Ultimately, Ye Chuanze did not reveal the true matter worth celebrating; he held back his words that were on the tip of his tongue. He smiled at Fuxi while feeling less than joyous inside; his secretive and ambiguous relationship with Hongjun could not be shared with outsiders.
Fuxi glanced at him and said, "Congratulations, my friend; your thunder tribulation was not in vain."
Strangely enough, every time Ye Chuanze faced a thunder strike, his cultivation would greatly increase. This time was no exception; after enduring the thunder tribulation, he directly advanced one level from Quasi-Saint early stage to Quasi-Saint mid stage.
Hearing this, Ye Chuanze laughed and teased, "Fuxi, your cultivation has also stagnated for quite some time, hasn't it? Why don't you go face a thunder strike as well? You might just see an improvement."
"This thunder tribulation isn't something you can just wish for; someone as pure and faultless as me will probably never know the taste of a thunder tribulation," Fuxi replied with a better expression, jokingly addressing Ye Chuanze.
"Good for you, Fuxi! Are you talking about me? I'm not happy now; you have to drink this cup of wine as an apology!"
"Haha..."
As they chatted and drank, the atmosphere gradually improved, and their expressions brightened up compared to earlier gloominess.
That night, Fuxi indeed followed Ye Chuanze's words and drank heavily until he was completely drunk, ultimately collapsing onto the table and falling asleep without returning home. Nüwa stood alone at the entrance of the Cave, gazing at the path ahead and waiting for her brother Fuxi to return all night but saw no sign of him.
As dawn approached, Nüwa gazed at the lush grass along the path, feeling a deep sense of sorrow. She wondered when it was that she and Fuxi had grown apart, losing the initial closeness they once shared. She was strong-willed, while Fuxi was gentle and always tolerated her. She thought he would always be patient with her, but in the end, she realized she was mistaken...
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In the early days of humanity, they resided in the Yellow River Basin, innocent and unrefined.
When Ye Chuanze arrived at the human settlement, he saw a group of primordial humans with disheveled hair. It was the hot summer, and not wearing clothes did not affect them much. They caught fish and shrimp with their bare hands, collectively chasing rabbits and wild boars, competing with wild monkeys for fruits in the forest. They were naive and simple, bold and wild, demanding food from nature. They relied on their hands to secure their right to survive, living off raw flesh and blood.
Ye Chuanze watched these scenes unfold as humans ran through the mountains and forests, chasing prey and battling wild beasts. Their faces were filled with pure joy. It was joy born from catching food, from being alive, from gratitude—thankful for nature's selfless provision of food and water. Ye Chuanze was moved by their simple and genuine smiles; human nature is inherently good, and all sources of evil stem from...
Perhaps he should lend a helping hand to humanity. As he had told Fuxi, regardless of what happened in the future, the humans of today were lovable and admirable. Any race that fought hard for survival deserved respect. Through their diligent labor, they were paving a beautiful world for future generations; they deserved everyone's admiration.
Ye Chuanze appeared before the humans, many of whom recognized him from when he had stood beside Nüwa during the creation of humanity. Upon seeing him, they all bowed down to the ground, calling out "Holy Father! Holy Father!" Their affection was evident.
"Holy Father, you have come! We have been waiting for you for a long time," one bold human said.
At these words, Ye Chuanze paused momentarily. He pressed his lips together and replied, "Do not call me Holy Father."
The humans looked at him in confusion, unsure of what they had done wrong to upset him. "But what have we done to offend you?" one asked.
"It has nothing to do with you; do not call me Holy Father. I cannot bear that title. If you wish to address me, simply call me Immortal Teacher," Ye Chuanze said.
The humans remained bewildered and silent, unsure why Holy Father did not want them to call him by that name. After a long silence where no one dared to speak, Ye Chuanze stood still, gazing at this group of naked humans as he quietly waited.
After an unknown amount of time passed, suddenly one human shouted: "Immortal Teacher!"
As if inspired by encouragement, a deafening roar erupted from the crowd, all calling out the same title.
"Master!"
"Master!"
"…"
Ye Chuanze's expression suddenly relaxed, a hint of a smile appearing at the corners of his lips. He looked at the enthusiastic human crowd and felt a soft touch in his heart. The human race had it tough; this newly born race favored by the Heavenly Dao still had a long journey ahead.
Ye Chuanze nodded at them in response to their calls, saying, "From today on, I shall be the Master of the human race. As your teacher, I will guide you and help you understand. I will teach you how to develop better."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderous roar suddenly echoed.
Ye Chuanze and the humans present were startled, recalling that earth-shattering Nine Heavens Purple Thunder Tribulation from that day.
Oh, come on! Ye Chuanze couldn't help but want to curse; not again! This time he really hadn't done anything—why wouldn't this thunder tribulation let him be? He looked at the panicked expressions of the humans and forced a smile, saying, "Don't be afraid! This mere thunder tribulation is nothing to me…" Just as he spoke, another loud boom sounded. Was it his imagination, or did this thunder seem even louder than the first?
Ye Chuanze's face turned pale, his expression becoming less pleasant. His smile became more strained as he said to the humans, "Don't be afraid; just temporarily hide in my sleeve until the thunder tribulation passes."
A worried human asked, "Master, what if your sleeve gets struck by lightning and catches fire? What will we do then?"
As soon as those words were spoken, many humans echoed in agreement: "Yeah! What will we do then?"
"… Ye Chuanze thought. Am I really that untrustworthy? But there was some truth to that statement; every time after a thunder tribulation, his clothes were left in tatters.
A member of the human race said, "Immortal Master, why don't you call for the Holy Mother and let us hide in her sleeves?"
"..." Ye Chuanze could not tolerate being overshadowed by a woman!
Ye Chuanze remained silent, standing there staring at the human, who had suggested finding Nüwa. Under his sharp gaze, the human lowered his head in shame.
After a long while, someone suddenly shouted, "The thunder has stopped; there is no heavenly tribulation!"
Upon hearing this, everyone looked up and saw the clear blue sky without a cloud in sight, with the sun shining brightly. Where would the heavenly tribulation come from?
Ye Chuanze also glanced at the sky, feeling relieved that it was just a false alarm! The humans thought the same; it was indeed a false alarm that scared them to death!
Ye Chuanze silently wiped his sweat. It wasn't his fault; he had been struck by lightning too many times and was terrified. It wasn't his fault for thinking wrong; it was all the fault of the Heavenly Dao for constantly striking him with heavenly tribulations. Truly infuriating!
Suddenly, Purple Qi came from the east, auspicious signs descended from the heavens, and golden lotuses emerged from the ground. Streams of golden light fell from above like pillars, cascading down upon Ye Chuanze. It was heavenly merit! It turned out that Ye Chuanze had accepted the title of Immortal Master of the human race and thus took on the great responsibility of teaching them. Therefore, the Heavenly Dao signified its acknowledgment of his identity as an Immortal Master with thunder and then bestowed him with merit.
Ye Chuanze gained considerable merit as an Immortal Master of the human race. Although it was not as much as Nüwa's creation of humanity, it was still significant merit. This merit poured down for a full moment before disappearing. As the golden light of merit entered his body, Ye Chuanze felt as if he had been cleansed; he was filled with power, and his recently advanced cultivation stabilized. Ye Chuanze raised an eyebrow and thought to himself how unfortunate it was that if he had a strand of Primordial Purple Qi, he might have become a Sage by now! The merit he received was not much less than Nüwa's; what a pity!
This thought only flashed briefly before Ye Chuanze extinguished it. He truly had momentarily lost himself in pride; such thoughts were not to be entertained. If he was fated to be no Sage, then he should not force it. His heart should not have any slack or loopholes.
Moreover, Ye Chuanze did not believe that becoming a Sage was necessarily a good thing. The title of Sage sounded grand and noble, but they were merely pawns of the Heavenly Dao. They acted according to heavenly will and bore supreme responsibilities, enduring hardships unknown to outsiders. Those in high positions carried more burdens than ordinary people. Of course, those immortals who had not become Sages were also pawns in the hands of Sages. In this world, only the strongest would not be pawns in others' hands, and neither he nor the Sages were among the strongest.
Thinking of this, Ye Chuanze couldn't help but recall that figure from Purple Cloud Palace. Was he truly the strongest? What was his relationship with the Heavenly Dao? Was he also just a pawn in its hands? Ye Chuanze did not know any of this; Hongjun was consistently unfathomable, and no one could see through his strength or depth. Not even he could.
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