Chapter 102: Young Master

With Tianlong Zhenjun's speed, how could Feng Fuxi possibly keep up?

"Master, wait..." In the blink of an eye, his master's back had become just a small black dot in his eyes. He called out anxiously.

He had been brought by his master to the Barrier Sea for tempering after establishing his foundation. That year, he was only twelve years old. Previously, he had lived in the clan.

According to clan rules, clan disciples of all ages, male or female, had to go to the Grand Priest to check their spiritual roots at five years old. The Grand Priest would then determine the child's future based on the inspection result: those without spiritual roots would become outer sect disciples. They would become ordinary clan members when they grew up, mainly engaged in planting and hunting for daily labor; those with spiritual roots but mediocre aptitude would become cultivation disciples. From five years old, they would be taken into the Cultivation Hall to learn spells. After the adult ceremony, they would return to the clan, usually serving as guards; they would only do labor during farming seasons; only a very few lucky ones judged by the Grand Priest as having "excellent aptitude" would stay in the Holy Altar to learn the Feng clan's inheritance.

From a young age, Feng Fuxi was told by the clan elders that the Feng clan was once the foremost cultivation giant clan in the divine realm. Later, they were betrayed by villains and forced to descend to the mortal realm, enduring endless bullying. However, the Feng clan members were the most unyielding. After going through hardships, the Feng clan was never defeated. Benefiting from the protection of Nüwa, the current clan leader was a great being who could do anything under heaven and on earth. Therefore, the Feng clan not only had their bitterness turned to sweetness but were also rapidly rising. In just over two hundred years, they had grown from a small clan of fewer than thirty members into a clan of over six hundred people. For example, when he was five, there were more than thirty same-aged children who participated in the selection together.

After the Grand Priest's judgment, Feng Fuxi had a Heavenly Thunder Spiritual Root and excellent aptitude. Therefore, he was kept in the Holy Altar.

Because his aptitude was so outstanding, the Grand Priest solemnly recommended him to the most famous Heavenly Dragon Venerable in the clan, rather than having him study with the other five children who stayed behind.

However, the Heavenly Dragon Venerable always scolded him as stupid... At that time, Feng Fuxi already knew his own background. He was an orphan, with his parents and family all killed by giant lizards. The clan leader had saved him from the giant lizard's mouth. He was the clan leader's adopted son, raised by the clan leader personally. The clan leader had always told him that he was the most excellent. But now, no matter how hard he tried, it seemed he could never satisfy the master's wishes. Little Fuxi was very frustrated.

Not long after, the clan leader came to visit him. Little Fuxi threw himself into his arms, sobbing.

After clarifying the matter, Li Hen Tian wiped away his tears and smiled, "Silly child, the Venerable is Nüwa's left and right arm. This time coming to the clan is to specially select a successor. If you were really a stupid child, how could the Grand Priest single you out to recommend to the Venerable? And how could the Venerable choose you as the only direct disciple?"

Little Fuxi had tears on his eyelashes, his eyes like black grapes blinking and questioning, "Then, why does the master always scold Fuxi as stupid? The master seems not to like Fuxi at all."

Li Hen Tian gave his nose a hard pinch and scolded with a smile, "What kind of heroic figure is the Venerable? Apart from Nüwa, there is no one more powerful than the Venerable in this world. Ordinary people can't even get into his old man's eyes. Even your godfather, I, have rarely received a praise from the Venerable. You this wretched child, no matter how bad the Venerable's temper is, he is still your master. How can you talk behind your master's back? Not like you! You must not cry to others anymore, or my face will be lost if it spreads."

This made little Fuxi blush and lower his head in shame. He answered in a low voice, "Yes, Fuxi remembers the godfather's teachings."

Li Hen Tian's eyes sparkled with affection as he pulled the little guy into his embrace, deliberately lowering his voice to whisper mysteriously in his ear, "Fuxi, I have a secret to tell you. Actually, today the godfather came at the Venerable's request to see you. The Venerable said you have been listless these days. He hasn't been around children your age and doesn't know how to comfort you. So, he specially found me to figure out the reason. Fuxi, look, the Venerable actually cares about you a lot, he just doesn't know how to express it. Just now, the Venerable even told me that you will definitely have great fortune in the future."

Little Fuxi, upon hearing this, his eyes immediately reddened again. Thinking about how he had just been scolded, he shyly rubbed his tears on Li Hen Tian's chest and choked out, "Godfather, Fuxi will definitely work hard cultivating and become a great hero like Pangu in the future, not disappointing the master or godfather."

The stone in his heart finally landed. Li Hen Tian nodded in relief, "Hmm, the godfather believes in Fuxi and has never been disappointed in him." Thinking further, he lowered his eyelids and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on his godson's clothes while giving instructions softly, "Fuxi, being selected by the Venerable to become his direct disciple is your great fortune. You must cherish this blessing well."

Fuxi nodded heavily. From then on, the knot in his heart was untied, and the little guy wholeheartedly followed the Heavenly Dragon Venerable to cultivate.

Meanwhile, in the distant forest, a black shadow flashed. Tianlong Zhenjun gave the father and son a strange look from afar and left. That night, he summoned little Fuxi to his room and gave him a long spear, saying, "This long spear is a top-grade weapon. This master doesn't feel comfortable using it, so I'll give it to you, kid."

The owner speaks the truth; karma, good or bad, are all karma. Besides, the past is irrelevant. As a great demon king, why bother to quarrel with a little brat? Moreover, this seedling is quite good, it's a fine sapling for practicing the Heavenly Dragon** (previously it was Azure Dragon**, after that dragon changed its name to 'Tianlong', all related names were changed accordingly).

After that, although that dragon's temper was still as violent, teaching disciples was not sloppy at all.

In the eyes of others, Tianlong Zhenjun was fierce with his disciples, but there was no denying he was good. For example, the little guy's entire set of equipment was at least low-grade spiritual treasure; spiritual pills like Yun Ling Dan, Ji Ji Dan, etc., this kid ate them openly. So, this kid went from knowing nothing to establishing foundation, and it took less than seven years. In the whole world, there is no second one.

Three hundred years later, Feng Ke'er came out of the Barrier Sea. Hearing this, she gave an unconcerned shrug and sneered, "What nonsense, which cultivators in this world aren't all starting from knowing nothing? Aren't they all learning from scratch? It seems that without my master to cover me, it would take less than a year to establish foundation."

However, when someone heard "Feng Fuxi entered the True Person realm at one hundred and fifteen years old", they fell silent—Eh, she had been vigorously cultivating in the Barrier Sea for over three hundred years, and her cultivation was only at the peak of Golden Core. Especially in the past hundred years in the Barrier Sea's heart, she really worked hard, several times more than when she took the college entrance exam. But there was no sign of breakthrough in her cultivation. Only after refining the earth crystal stone, the sand and stone shell wrapped around the Feng Jade Tablet became a bit thinner.

Various envious, jealous, and resentful looks: Having a powerful master to take you into the door is different.

Of course, these are all afterthoughts.

Speaking of which, suddenly, the master disappeared from sight, and Feng Fuxi was sweating profusely. He immediately sent a message talisman to his master. Unexpectedly, Tianlong Zhenjun's message talisman arrived first: "This master has something to attend to and will leave first. You will follow on your own." To prevent him from getting lost, a detailed map was attached.

Feng Fuxi Zhenren remembered the map, flicked his sleeve, extinguished the message talisman, and summoned his flying sword to leave the Barrier Sea.

Since establishing his foundation, he had been tempering in the Barrier Sea. In the past hundred years, this was his first time leaving. There were many emotions in his heart.

According to the map, at the edge of the Barrier Sea, there was a bustling marketplace. Thinking that his master was not urging him to hurry, Feng Fuxi Zhenren had the intention to stroll in the marketplace—he had heard from his godfather that there was a marketplace at the edge of the Barrier Sea, where the demon crystals were not only of superior quality and many varieties but also the cheapest. And demon crystals could help spirit beasts advance, making them the best for raising spirit beasts. His godfather had been working on building a powerful spirit beast army and needed a large amount of demon crystals. He had the opportunity to exchange some for the clan, and his godfather would definitely be very happy.

Thinking of this, he descended his flying sword above the marketplace.

Coincidentally, Feng Ke'er was also strolling in the marketplace. Having seen the Demon King's treasure, she had no interest in the so-called treasures in the marketplace.

However, three hundred years later, revisiting the old place, the small marketplace of yesterday had expanded nearly a hundred times. There were four large auction houses alone. Wandering among the bustling crowds, she heard many messages about Nüwa, about the Feng clan.

Since the news of the channel being closed spread, the cultivators in the lower realm fell into utter despair. At that time, a great being named Nüwa appeared. Under her enlightenment and encouragement, the vast majority of cultivators regained their spirits. Over the past three hundred years, Nüwa has done a lot of things beneficial to the cultivation world. For example, under her advocacy, the cultivators from the lower realm, who were always a bunch of loose sand, formed an alliance. Another example is that she strongly advocated for male and female cultivators to have equal status. And facing the reality of the sharp decline in the cultivation world's population, she was the first to propose that cultivators combine with mortals, and the children born would have a fifty percent chance of having spiritual roots. Mortals' fertility is far stronger than cultivators'. Their combination can not only solve the problem of decreasing cultivators but also promote the development of the human realm, a win-win situation. Therefore, she strongly advocated close communication between the cultivation world and the human realm.

The former top cultivation clan, the Feng clan, rose to the lower realm at the speed of gods and once again entered people's vision. The clan leader Li Hen Tian was even more chivalrous and righteous, with impressive cultivation, and was elected as the first alliance leader. People seemed not to know the relationship between Nüwa and the Feng clan. In people's hearts, Nüwa was a celestial being. Everyone revered her as Nüwa Niangniang.

Hearing this, someone sighed in his heart: The vicissitudes of time.

But he did not mention the words "Qingyun Sect". He didn't know how Qin Hanyan and the others were doing. His heart itched, and Feng Ke'er left the marketplace. Since there was no urgent matter at hand, she planned to go search for old acquaintances.

In this way, she and Feng Fuxi passed by each other.

However, Feng Fuxi Zhenren encountered a strange event in the marketplace. After coming out of an auction house, he was followed.

He was being followed by a red-clothed, luxurious young man.

Who was this person? What was he following him for? Feng Fuxi Zhenren's mind turned, and he flashed into a secluded corner.

The red-clothed luxurious young man followed closely.

"Who are you? Why are you following me?" Feng Fuxi Zhenren appeared, cutting off his retreat, and laughed coldly in his heart. What a arrogant demon beast—although he couldn't see the true form clearly, he could tell this kid was not human.

"Young Master, it's really you!" The red-clothed luxurious young man actually happily kowtowed: "This subordinate Zhuque pays respects to the Young Master."