Looking at the resolute gaze of the future Xuandu, Yuan Heng stared blankly for a moment before nodding. “It should be so.”
“Though I’m afraid my martial nephews will have to worry a bit more.”
The four little ones nodded in unison.
Duobao was the first to speak. He brandished the Qingping Sword on his back. “Do not worry, Little Junior Aunt. Your Duobao is fully prepared.”
Next, Nanji pulled out his master's Pangu Banner, while the nameless youth caught the Taiji Diagram, the Exquisite Pagoda of Heaven and Earth's Mystical Yellow, and the Wind-Fire Futon falling from the sky with a look of utter bewilderment...
Yuan Heng: Senior Brother Taiqing, you... aren't you giving him way too much?
Flying beside Yuan Heng, Little Yellow Dragon blinked in confusion. Yuan Heng reached out and tapped his little head, her tone full of affection. “Good boy, Little Yellow Dragon. You shall come with your junior aunt.”
Her three senior brothers really were... perhaps a bit too doting on their disciples. Only poor Little Yellow Dragon had nothing.
Yuan Heng looked at them and nodded. “Mm, very good.”
A trace of worry flickered between her brows, and her voice carried a hint of warning. “My martial nephews, your Martial Aunt Nuwa attained Sainthood by creating humans, and my Three Pure Ones senior brothers also proved their Dao through the Human Race. Right now, the attention of the entire Primordial World is likely focused on them.”
“You must be extremely careful on this journey.”
Yuan Heng stood up, her tone turning mysterious. “Next, your junior aunt will teach you an unparalleled secret method. I guarantee it will be useful when wandering the Primordial World...”
She cleared her throat. “Ahem... Do you know what matters most when roaming the Primordial World?”
Duobao's eyes shone. “It's magical treasures!”
He stroked the Qingping Sword in his hands, unable to put it down, his small face filled with longing.
Nanji thought for a moment, a sudden flash of inspiration hitting him. “It's state of mind! One must single-mindedly pursue the Grand Dao!”
Just like his own diligent and limitless pursuit of the Grand Dao of Longevity~
Looking at the diagram on his left, the pagoda on his right, and then at the futon beneath his backside, the nameless youth answered blankly, “Could what Junior Aunt speaks of be strength?”
Yuan Heng, Duobao, Nanji, and Huanglong: “...”
Of everyone here, little Xuandu—Senior Brother—you have the least right to say it's strength, hey!
Yuan Heng had a look of deep, experienced wisdom on her face as she shook her head. “No, no, no~”
“When roaming the world, it is all about your backing.”
The four of them blinked, their small faces filled with sudden realization.
Ah... So that's how it is!
Yuan Heng continued to earnestly teach her martial nephews, “Back when I roamed the Primordial World alone, I wished nothing more than to carve six words onto my forehead.”
Duobao asked curiously, “Little Junior Aunt, which six words?”
Yuan Heng smiled triumphantly. “Naturally, the six words: ‘My Master is Dao Ancestor Hongjun’~”
The four little ones: (´⊙ω⊙`)
So that's how it is! So that's how it works! Junior Aunt, we understand!
Hongjun, sensing this from afar: (*￣︶￣) Excellent~
Yuan Heng looked at her four martial nephews' enlightened expressions. Just as she was about to say something more, a little egghead suddenly dropped from the sky and landed right in front of her.
The five of them, who had just been talking excitedly: ???
Where did this person spring from?
Yuan Heng looked at the little bald head in front of her. Mm... she had a rough guess.
Very quickly, he bowed to Yuan Heng first, his voice carrying a hint of childishness. “Disciple Dizang, chief disciple under Sage Jieyin of the Western Cult.”
“Greetings, Martial Aunt Yuan Heng. Greetings, Senior Brothers.”
The four little ones returned the greeting. “Junior Brother Dizang.”
Yuan Heng smiled at him and helped him up. “Martial Nephew Dizang, there is no need for such formalities.”
“My two senior brothers sent you here for the Human Race's westward migration, I presume?”
Impressive. Her two senior brothers actually had some efficiency in them.
But wasn't this child a bit too young?
Yuan Heng fell into deep thought as she looked at Dizang, the little egghead who barely reached her thigh.
Dizang nodded his little head, his face full of solemnity. He nodded gently. “Yes, Junior Aunt. Eldest Master and Second Master sent me here.”
Yuan Heng smiled gently, unable to stop herself from reaching out to pat his incredibly smooth little head. “Alright then. You will have to work hard on this trip~”
Oh my, this texture is simply divine.
Dizang's small face flushed red. “I-It is no trouble at all, Little Junior Aunt. It is only my duty.”
Yuan Heng laughed brightly. Good heavens, how did her two western senior brothers manage to recruit a disciple who was like a little pedantic scholar?
It was quite amusing.
“Alright, next, your junior aunt will assign your tasks!”
She first turned her gaze to the nameless youth. “Eldest Martial Nephew, I will trouble you to guard Mount Buzhou. While I am away, look after the clansmen here.”
Mainly, Xuandu's equipment was too overpowered. Even if his cultivation was still low, with the diagram and the pagoda, he could easily hold out until her return.
Originally, she had wanted to stay behind herself, as Mount Buzhou was centrally located and felt close to everywhere.
But who could have foreseen that Senior Brother Taiqing would want to give his entire household to his sole disciple?
The nameless youth bowed slightly. “Yes! Fourth Ancestor, I will surely not fail your trust!”
The corners of Yuan Heng’s mouth curved up. “Excellent.”
She turned her head to look at Dizang, Duobao, and Nanji. “Additionally, my three martial nephews, the West is quite far away, so you will likely have a harder time. I will have the Three Ancestors send more human experts to accompany you.”
Her two western senior brothers would probably keep an eye on them anyway, so there shouldn't be much of an issue.
The three voiced in unison, “Yes, Junior Aunt, we accept the task!”
Finally, Yuan Heng looked at Little Yellow Dragon beside her. “As for Martial Nephew Huanglong, follow me to Mount Shouyang.”
“Yes, Little Junior Aunt.”
Great, the arrangements were mostly set.
Yuan Heng looked at them and gave one final reminder, “Remember, this is the Human Race’s own tempering. Unless a great expert blocks your way or there is deliberate plundering, you must not overprotect them.”
“Ahem... and also, if you face any problem you cannot resolve, just call out your master's name. Do not try to be brave.”
Although Yuan Heng felt that with their current setup, things shouldn't get too difficult, what if some great expert decided to be shameless?
It was better to play it safe.
The four little ones nodded in unison. “Alright! Junior Aunt, we understand!”
Yuan Heng nodded with satisfaction, feeling greatly comforted. “Excellent. Go play by yourselves for now; we won't set out for a few days.”
“You can also travel around the Human Race. They are very cute~”
Duobao, Huanglong, Nanji, and the newly arrived little Dizang nodded with blank expressions.
Since Junior Aunt said they were cute, they must be cute.
The nameless youth smiled upon seeing this and acted as the host. “Junior Brothers, please follow me. The Human Race is my mother race, so I can show you around.”
The little ones went off to play. Looking at their departing figures, Yuan Heng secretly let out a sigh of relief.
At least the arrangements were properly made.
Hopefully, everything would go smoothly.
But... why did little Dizang have to be an egghead?
Could it be that he was a destined Bodhisattva?
Oh well, a little bald head was quite cute too~
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