Chapter 118 Show Some Politeness
Chang Hao was unaware that he had made Luo Hou look foolish from afar, nor did he know that Luo Hou intended to curse him to death. He was carefully rolling up the jade slip in his hand and looking up at the wall full of jade slips. This was the first time Chang Hao had tried to write his own Dao, and a sense of accomplishment welled up in him.
The once empty attic is now full, truly deserving of its name as a library. It not only contains his own insights into the Dao, but also the scriptures he silently copied down during his travels through various small worlds.
Both Yuanshi and Tongtian have written books, and Laozi occasionally returns to the mountain and jots down a few notes. The number of scriptures has reached a considerable level, and this scripture library can drive cultivators crazy.
Chang Hao thought for a moment, then rolled up the book he had written and headed towards Zixiao Palace. He left a few blank jade slips between each line, welcoming different interpretations to be engraved on them, in short, a collision of ideas.
What Chang Hao was most looking forward to was Hongjun's commentary.
Hongjun didn't let Chang Hao contact him again. As soon as he sensed Chang Hao, he revealed himself and asked, "Has the matter been resolved?"
Chang Hao twitched his lips. "It's all taken care of, don't worry."
Hongjun nodded slightly without saying anything. He believed that Chang Hao could handle this small matter.
"I brought some jade slips with me. Please give me your feedback." Chang Hao placed the pile of jade slips he brought in front of Hongjun, which was as high as a small mountain.
"You call this a little bit?" Hongjun moved his fingers. There was so much; how long would it take him to see it?
Chang Hao didn't think it was a lot. If it could be written on paper, this pile would probably only be about thirty books, which he would finish reading very quickly.
"It looks like a lot, but there's actually not much." Chang Hao conjured up a desk, placed a specially made carving knife in Hongjun's hand, and helped spread out the jade slips, urging him on, "Take a look, I guarantee you won't be disappointed."
Since he's just idling around anyway, he needs to find something to do. Hongjun needs to learn to find his own enjoyment.
Hongjun held the carving knife, curiously observing what Chang Hao and the others had come up with. He found out the concepts he disagreed with one by one with great interest, and carved his own interpretation next to them. Gradually, he became completely absorbed in it and couldn't stop. Different concepts collided and blossomed into different flowers.
“Hongjun,” Chang Hao said casually, sitting to the side with his hand supporting his chin, “I have a friend who unfortunately encountered a calamity when he was young and even lost his ability to speak. Is there any way to restore it?”
"How badly must one be tortured to lose even the supernatural power of language? It's unbelievable. Logically speaking, such injuries should have led to death long ago." Hongjun was multitasking, his eyes never leaving the jade slip.
'Snap!' Chang Hao pressed his fan against Hongjun's lips, cold sweat dripping down his back: 'You are a saint, your words are law, can't we be a little more careful with our words?'
He was so close to Hongjun; if Hongjun said a few more words, his life would be in real danger. The prehistoric world was truly a dangerous place.
Hongjun looked down at the fan, then pushed it away with his finger. "I didn't realize you cared so much about this friend. Who is he? Do I know him?" He wanted to let him see if he had made some bad company again.
"The one you know..." Chang Hao said, his words trailing off. He had a friend, wasn't that himself?
Chang Hao switched his hand to his chin. Even Hongjun said he was doomed, "But he survived. What circumstances could make such an exception?"
“A powerful being has extended his life,” Hongjun said casually, “His fortune has not yet run out…”
“Or perhaps you have accumulated merit,” Chang Hao interjected.
“That’s right, accumulating merit can also prolong life,” Hongjun then took out the gourd Chang Hao had given him and placed it on the table. “Finally, there is the power of faith.”
This is the recently emerged power of faith. Hongjun has examined it; it originates from Nuwa's creation—the human race!
Chang Hao lowered his eyes and pondered. After being taken away by the system, he could first rule out the possibility that a powerful being had extended his life. Back then, even that sneaky person had to hide in his soul to eke out a living, not daring to peek out at all, as if he was avoiding divine punishment.
It's possible that their luck hasn't run out yet...
Faith—that's a very broad topic; there are many beliefs among humans.
The most likely explanation is his merits, which is probably also the reason why he was initially targeted.
The system at the beginning tried every means to trick him into exchanging his merits for other things, so in the very beginning, he had a lot of merits that others envied.
This is the most reasonable explanation Chang Hao came up with after much thought.
"My friend has lost both his memories and his innate supernatural abilities. Is there any way to get them back?" Chang Hao twirled the jade fan in his fingers. He felt uneasy and uncertain until he could recover his memories.
“Which of your friends is so unlucky? You’d better stay away from them. I’m afraid they’ll drag you down with them.” Hongjun’s expression was stern, and his tone was as serious as could be.
Chang Hao looked helpless, his shoulders slumped. Hongjun said he was unlucky. Was he going to have a bad period of bad luck?
"What's wrong? Can't stand me saying he's unlucky? He's already this unlucky, why are you afraid of me saying it?" Hongjun already had someone in mind. Who else could be this unlucky besides that idiot Hongyun? He knew that Hongyun hadn't completely disappeared yet.
Back then, no one dared to speak recklessly in front of the emperor, except for him, who was so foolish that he disrupted his plans.
"You still dare to talk!" Chang Hao was furious, almost covering Hongjun's mouth with his own hand. "Can you please watch your mouth?" He was really afraid that bad luck would strike him as soon as he left Zixiao Palace, and he really owed Hongjun a debt.
Hongjun was very regretful that he hadn't had a chance to say more. What if the power wasn't enough?
"I came to you to find a way to save people, not to use you as a tool to kill someone." Chang Hao felt extremely helpless, especially since the person to be killed was himself.
“There’s a way. Your friend probably had his memories extracted first, then his soul was shattered and pieced back together. He had to shatter it and piece it back together a few more times,” Hongjun said casually. “After a few times, not to mention innate gods, even innate demon gods would forget who they are. It’s perfectly normal for them to lose some of their innate talents and supernatural abilities.”
I'm just thankful I haven't become an idiot.
Hongjun sighed deeply. In the distant past, he created his own technique to slay Luo Hou, but who knew that Luo Hou would shout and kill him as soon as it landed.
One cannot simply discard one's own half, so Hongjun performed the act he described above, intending to cleanse Rahu...
Unfortunately, this ultimately led to Rahu becoming a primordial demon god. In the end, Rahu's inherent nature proved irreversible, and he accidentally devoured the primordial spirit of another primordial demon god, gaining complete memory. And so, he was in deep trouble…
Chang Hao choked, unable to breathe properly, his whole body aching. Damn 'system,' could it really have treated him like this?
Hongjun closed his eyes, the past too painful to recall. "The wounds to the soul are not so easy to heal. On the surface, it may look fine, but in reality, it is riddled with scars. After the soul was reassembled, it was found to be intact during testing and will not hinder cultivation. The only drawback is that the person is stupid..."
"Huh?" Chang Hao's eyes widened. Hongjun, who are you implying something to?
"—A bit too naive." Hongjun quickly changed his words, then pondered. Hongyun was truly unlucky; not everyone could enjoy the same methods he had used on Luo Hou.
"I'm asking—is there any hope?!" Chang Hao was extremely angry and bitter; he hadn't come here to endure Hongjun's personal attacks.
“There’s no hope,” Hongjun concluded quickly. “Tell your friend to stop causing trouble and start anew.”
Using the primordial spirit of a primordial demon god as nourishment, which primordial demon god would be so selfless as to sacrifice himself for others? Apart from Pangu, Hongjun has never encountered another one like him!
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