Chapter 136: Fuxi’s Divination (Second Update)

Before Xuanyuan could finish his laughter, Shennong abruptly remarked, "Talk like that, and you’d better be careful about getting beaten up."

Xuanyuan replied with nonchalance, "I’ve already divined it. That die-hard sister-obsessed Fuxi is heading to the Wahuang Heaven today, and the Three Ancestors are all away from home."

"Already divined it..."

Shennong cast a pitiful look at Xuanyuan. When it came to divination, Xuanyuan was indeed skilled.

A dragon emerged from the Luo River bearing a map, and a colorful phoenix carried a scroll amidst the azure clouds. It was from these that Feng Hou was tasked with developing the written tradition, and thus began the arts of the Dunjia Qimen.

Feng Hou was the ancestor of the Qimen Dunjia, and also one of the three dukes under Xuanyuan. But, and this was a crucial point, Feng Hou’s surname was Feng!

Gazing up to observe the celestial patterns and looking down to examine the earthly laws; observing the markings of birds and beasts and the suitability of the land; taking inspiration from his own body and distant objects—thus were the Eight Trigrams created, to communicate the virtues of the divine and categorize the nature of all things.

The Feng clan of the world were all masters of the Eight Trigrams, and the source of the Feng clan was none other than Feng Fuxi.

The River Map and the Luo Script were in Fuxi’s hands, and his mastery of the Pre-celestial Eight Trigrams was nothing short of legendary.

Trying to out-divine Fuxi? If Fuxi happened to be in the mood today and cast a random divination, he would be as good as dead.

Seeming to realize he had been a bit too reckless, Xuanyuan smacked his lips, straightened his posture, and assumed the bearing of a Sacred Emperor. A great sun emerged from behind him, illuminating all directions and casting him in a sacred light.

"I intend to undertake a great task; will the Earth Emperor assist me?"

Earth Emperor Shennong looked up at the real sun in the sky, which was moving westward as usual, completely undisturbed. He then looked at the sun before him and realized it was clearly a special effect Xuanyuan had added to himself.

Shennong was not moved by the Sacred Emperor Xuanyuan; instead, he casually picked up a hammer and swung it toward the Yellow Emperor.

Because the medicinal herbs, grains, and vegetables Shennong had planted on this land were ordinary crops, not immortal divine flora, they could not withstand the direct, scorching heat of the great sun. The moment the effect appeared, they were all scorched to death.

Xuanyuan instinctively dodged to the right, stabilized himself, and took a closer look, gasping in shock. The hammer was no ordinary tool; it was a Meritorious Spirit Treasure. It was the very first hammer forged by Shennong when he led the human people to create pottery and cooking utensils. Forged with the destiny and merit of the human race, a single blow from it would make even a Daluo Immortal ache for days.

Xuanyuan chuckled awkwardly, "My dear brother, don’t be angry, please don’t be angry. Why resort to violence?"

"Besides, wasn't this Hammer of Merit lent to Chiyou?"

Shennong sneered, "So what if I lent it to Chiyou? Can’t I ask for it back?"

Xuanyuan waved his hands hurriedly, "Of course that’s not what I meant. It’s just that you didn’t use this weapon in the past. Put it down, put it down, harmony is the most precious thing..."

Shennong nodded thoughtfully, "So you’re not used to the hammer? I shall grant your wish."

He reached into the void with his left hand, and a golden sickle appeared. It was another Meritorious Spirit Treasure, the very first sickle forged by Shennong when he taught the people to clear land and grow crops, also cast from the human race's destiny and merit.

With the sickle in his left hand and the hammer in his right, Shennong charged at Xuanyuan.

Terrified, Xuanyuan turned pale and scrambled across the mountains, shouting, "It’s just a few wild berries and some crummy rice! It’s not like they’re primordial spirit items—can’t you just adjust the timeline and restart it?"

"Is it really worth all this?"

Shennong sneered and cursed, "You spendthrift! Restarting the timeline is easier said than done. With a variable like you, a Daluo, who knows what kind of crops and herbs will return after a reset?"

Xuanyuan paused, realizing he was in the wrong, and muttered sheepishly, "It won’t matter, will it? A little difference is fine."

In an instant, Shennong exploded with rage, displaying the fury of a researcher toward a brute.

"Parameters! Do you understand them? The Buddhists say there is a world in every leaf—do you have any idea how many micro-worlds are contained within a single herb?"

"I’ve spent over three thousand years developing herbs and grains suitable for all the heavens and realms, and it’s all been ruined by a simpleton like you."

"A readjustment will take at least five hundred years of experimentation!"

Xuanyuan’s face darkened. This time he had no rebuttal and乖乖 (obediently) allowed himself to be chased by Shennong.

One hour, two hours, three hours passed...

Xuanyuan was human, too. Although he was in the wrong, being beaten without fighting back was truly frustrating. Looking at the still-furious Shennong, Xuanyuan put on a brave front, "Brother, stop this. If you strike again, I... I will have to fight back!"

Shennong stopped in his tracks, his expression cold and detached, sending a chill down Xuanyuan’s spine. After observing for a moment, Xuanyuan suddenly realized and shouted, "Where is Jingwei?!"

Shennong and his young daughter, Jingwei, were inseparable—why was she missing now?

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the distance. A red divine bird flew toward them—who else could it be but Jingwei? Behind her followed a large group of people.

Xuanyuan’s face changed drastically, "Shennong, you actually called for backup!"

Shennong smiled without a word. Why fight alone when you can gang up? Stability was the key.

Shennong fathered Emperor Kui, Kui fathered Emperor Cheng, Cheng fathered Emperor Ming, Ming fathered Emperor Zhi, Zhi fathered Emperor Li, Li fathered Emperor Ai, Ai fathered Emperor Ke, and Ke fathered Emperor Yiwang. These were the nine Daluo of the Flame Emperor’s lineage.

But that alone was not enough to make Xuanyuan turn pale. The gap between an ordinary Daluo and a Great Supernatural Being was vast; one fighting ten was no joke. What truly made Xuanyuan’s face change was the four figures standing behind the nine Flame Emperors: the Three Ancestors—Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi—and the Heavenly Emperor, Fuxi.

Adding the Flame Emperor Shennong, that made five Great Supernatural Beings. Xuanyuan wasn't arrogant enough to think he could take on five at once. His expression shifted, and he prepared to slip away.

Suddenly, the world changed color.

The Taiji gave birth to the Two Essences, the Two Essences gave birth to the Four Symbols, and the Four Symbols gave birth to the Eight Trigrams.

Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui.

The Pre-celestial Eight Trigrams evolved to form a Great Thousand World, trapping Xuanyuan for a split second. It was a very short time, but it was enough.

A moment later, an indifferent voice descended from the heavens.

"Xuanyuan, I hear you were calling me a 'sister-obsessed' fool..."

Xuanyuan opened his eyes wide and said, "How can you slander an innocent person out of thin air..."

Fuxi sneered, waved his hand, and pulled out the River of Time from half a day ago. The River of Time flowed slowly; in the hands of a Great Supernatural Being, it was like a projector, playing back Xuanyuan’s dark history.

In the River of Time, Xuanyuan stood on a black stone and said nonchalantly, "I’ve already divined it. That die-hard sister-obsessed Fuxi is heading to the Wahuang Heaven today, and the Three Ancestors are all away from home."

"I’ve already divined it. That die-hard sister-obsessed Fuxi is heading to..."

"I’ve already divined it. That die-hard..."

"I’ve already divined..."

The echoes lingered, unending.