Chapter 192 - 191: Taste it, savor it carefully.

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Chapter 192: Chapter 191: Taste it, savor it carefully. Nezha looked at Fu Xi’s exceptionally conflicted face and emphasized again, "It wasn’t me who wrote it; it was my friend, Li Bai..." Before Nezha could finish speaking, Fu Xi interrupted, "Ah, right, right, right—quickly ask your friend to write another one!" Although the last one mentioned the Phoenix Clan, the poem itself was such a good piece that it managed to hook this Cultured Dragon’s addiction. "If my friend writes another poem, Senior won’t break his promise, will he?" Fu Xi fiercely fanned himself twice with his folded fan and said, "I am one of the Nine Sons of Ancestor Dragon, the Dragon Clan’s second most popular and most talented dragon—how could I deceive you?" "On Phoenix Platform, Phoenix flies, Phoenix gone, Platform empty, rivers flow by. Flowers and paths at Wu Palace buried and dim, Jin Dynasty robes now relics thin. Half of Three Mountains vanish beyond heaven’s sight, Two rivers split apart Bailu Island’s might. Always clouds obscure the sun’s array, In Chang’an unseen—a sorrowful day." Fu Xi: "..." You little brat—truly impervious, aren’t you? Not even pretending anymore. If you’re so talented, can’t you write a proper poem? One good poem and I wouldn’t even hesitate to approve you! Afterward, Fu Xi carefully savored the poem. He wasn’t particularly concerned about the locations mentioned; after all, he’d been asleep in this place for who knows how many years. And with the Human Clan’s fleeting lifespans, who could tell how many dynasties had passed? Painful yet joyful, Fu Xi recorded the poem in a corner at the bottom of the stele, his expression sour as he muttered, "You’ve passed the first trial." "Thank you, Senior. Now about the second trial—how might I gain Emperor Yu’s approval?" Fu Xi, originally looking somewhat displeased, suddenly had his eyes gleam and responded, "Oh, well, that you’ll have to figure out on your own. But if you can’t do it, you could always turn to me for help. As for the price..." Nezha: "..." "Please, Senior, kindly enlighten me." Fu Xi spoke playfully, "Well then, have your friend write three more poems—and make sure they don’t mention the Phoenix Clan!" Nezha recited three more poems by his friend, ’Li Bai,’ which finally satisfied Fu Xi. Sighing with admiration, Fu Xi exclaimed, "Your friend—what’s the point of being a Sword Immortal? He’d be so much better off as a poet!" Then he handed Nezha a Jade Pearl, indicating that holding onto it would lead him to Dayu. Without much fanfare, Nezha relied on the pearl to start searching for Dayu—in hopes of quickly clearing the task and going home to eat. Dayu—whether in past lives or this one—is a household name. His most famous deeds include flood control, slaying Xiang Liu, casting the Dragon Gate, forging the Nine Tripods and dividing Jiuzhou. His contributions to the Human Clan are indelible, as one of the Five Emperors of the Human Clan. Dayu’s father was Gun. Gun, in vigorous youth, frolicked at Dishan, consumed coix seeds seemingly affected by some force, and thus bore pregnancy—giving birth to Gaomi by cutting open his flank. In other words, Dayu was birthed from his father Gun, who carried him in his belly and performed self-surgery. Such odd pregnancies abound in the Primordial era, but a "man-mama" remains a true rarity. Plus, he likely stayed in the ’womb’ for just as long as Nezha did. After Gun’s death, his corpse remained unrotted for three years and eventually birthed Yu, who emerged transformed into Huang Long. This reveals the true identities of Gun and Dayu—undoubtedly members of the Dragon Clan. Otherwise, why would Ying Long assist when Dayu controlled floods? And why would the Ancestral Dragon’s Nine Sons suppress the Nine Tripods? In the Primordial era, love is never unmotivated. And who killed Gun? None other than Emperor Shun. Gun was cast down due to ineffectiveness in water management and executed at Yushan. Emperor Shun, of the Yao surname, named Chonghua. To put it simply, he was born with double pupils—this feature wasn’t some supreme destiny nor an ocular disorder, but rather because he was the reincarnation of the Phoenix Clan’s Great Expert, the Chongming Bird. The Phoenix Clan’s Great Expert, Chongming Bird Shun, executed Yellow Dragon Gun. Later, during a southern patrol, he perished at the Cangwu Wilderness. Gun’s son, Dayu, rose to power, founded the Xia Dynasty, eventually died at Mount Huiji, and then the Phoenix Clan’s Xuan Niao descended to give birth to Tang, who overthrew Xia and established Shang. Reflect on it, deeply reflect on it. This feud-filled history between the Dragon and Phoenix Clans could aptly be called an endless cycle of mutual torment. Nezha pieced together these connections and speculated why Dayu ’passed away’ at Mount Huiji—it almost certainly had something to do with the Phoenix Clan, possibly even a scheme devised by his Xuan Niao sister. But this was something he couldn’t ignore. Regardless of prior identities—be they Great Experts or Innate Sacred Beings—once reincarnated as humans, the past no longer mattered. Even Fu Xi is now merely Heavenly Emperor Fu Xi of the Human Clan, no longer Demon Emperor Fu Xi. In other words, this was now a matter of the Human Clan alone. Outsiders could not interfere; if anyone wished to intervene, they’d need to be reborn as humans first. Such is the weight carried by the concept of Human Dao! Nezha knew of Mount Huiji by name, but considering the Primordial era’s vastness, searching for it based solely on the name was an immensely difficult task. Who knew if the mountain even still existed? Following the Pearl’s guidance, Nezha arrived at a southern region among the Ten Thousand Mountains—a particular peak. Currently, this region would likely fall east of the Chu Land. After wandering around the mountains for quite some time and exhausting his mastery over Earth-element techniques, Nezha finally unearthed two sets of remains buried underground. One set, though having twisted bones, still resembled a human form—its hand clutching an axe radiating dense Merit Golden Light. The other set shocked Nezha—it turned out to belong to a Nine-headed Bird, strikingly similar to the corpse of the Demon Commander Ghost Car which Nezha had obtained in the Pangu Realm when repairing Heaven. This sight brought to mind tales of Jiufeng, the mythical bird of Chu Land lore. Nezha: "..." These Primordial era bigshots really know how to play—assuming identities freely wherever they go. He strongly suspected that this Phoenix Clan powerhouse was still alive somewhere in the Primordial realm, living comfortably in some hidden corner. The Pearl in Nezha’s hand emitted a radiant azure glow, illuminating the Human Clan remains and causing spirit lights to converge upon the bones, eventually forming the semi-transparent phantom of a dark-skinned man in his thirties. "Junior of the Human Clan, Li Nezha, greets Emperor Yu." Dayu’s phantom glanced around, then examined his own body, "Human Clan junior, who guided you here?" "That would be Senior Fu Xi, who guards the Jingzhou Furnace." Dayu’s phantom nodded, then casually sat down on the ground like an idle farmer, skipping over talk of the Nine Tripods and instead engaging in what felt like a casual conversation about his past. Finally, he sighed, "I really had bad luck—finished fulfilling my duties, hadn’t yet reunited with my wife, nor seen my son even once to enjoy family comforts—before running into that vicious bird and meeting mutual destruction." "Sigh!" Nezha: "..." Great—just as expected from a former great leader. Never straightforward, always leaving you to guess at the real meaning. "Emperor Yu’s contributions to the Human Clan are immeasurable; such an end is undeserved. Junior happens to have connections on the underworld’s side—might Emperor Yu consider rejoining the Human Clan to wander the mortal realm once more?" "Returning to the Human Clan would be wonderful, but if reborn into a poor family, one might struggle to achieve much." "It would surely be a noble household of wealth and influence." "And if born physically frail, how would one aim high?" "It would certainly be a robust constitution, with vitality akin to a bull." Dayu finally nodded with satisfaction and then added, "Young friend, I have one more favor to ask." Dayu’s achievements for the Human Clan spoke for themselves, so Nezha was willing to offer him some patience. "My wife, named Nu Jiao, was of the Tushan Clan’s Heavenly Fox lineage. Though her reasons for approaching me initially revolved around seeking protection for her clan, she fulfilled her role as my wife with utmost dedication. She was entirely faultless; instead, I am the one who has failed her. Young friend, might you aid in protecting the Tushan Clan just a little?"

Chapter 192 - 191: Taste it, savor it carefully.

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