Chapter 322 Zhao Gongming?!
Xuanyuan watched helplessly as the divine whip was taken back, feeling extremely distressed. However, the divine whip was originally a gift from heaven, and he was not its true owner. Now that it had been returned to its rightful owner, there was really nothing more to say.
As for whether Emperor Fuxi manipulated the divine whip remotely, Xuanyuan suspected that Emperor Fuxi did so; otherwise, how could the divine whip have landed right in front of him by such coincidence?
Too many coincidences together are no longer coincidences. Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the human race; how could she make such a claim without any evidence?
However, the next moment, Xuanyuan and Shennong fled in terror, because Nuwa had raised her Seven Star Moon-Holding Whip, and the sound of it cracking through the air with each strike terrified them, fearing that Nuwa would be caught in the crossfire.
"Sister, let's talk this out. Calm down. I'm truly innocent about the Seven Star Moon-Converting Whip. I swear to heaven." Fuxi dared not fight his sister and could only defend himself.
Nuwa was even angrier when she heard this. Her brother only dared to say that the Seven Star Moon-Converting Whip had nothing to do with him, but he dared not say that the matter of Yuanshi coming to his door had nothing to do with him. So, it was really her brother who did this.
He's such a good brother to her.
"Do you know how painful it is for the Primordial Celestial Venerable to beat someone!" Nuwa skillfully lashed Fuxi dozens of times, finally easing her anger before throwing the Seven Star Moon-Holding Whip to the ground.
She's still too soft-hearted. When Yuanshi Tianzun beat her before, he was much more brutal.
A few lashes, though they didn't harm his skin or immortal robes, left Fuxi speechless with bitterness.
Anyway, even if Fuxi had a mouth all over his body, he couldn't explain himself now.
“Sister, it’s my fault, but I can’t leave Fire Cloud Cave right now, so how can I go to Kunlun to help you out?” Fuxi smiled bitterly. His sister was clearly deliberately making things difficult for him.
Even though Fuxi understood, he could only endure this difficulty. The reason his sister lost the red embroidered ball was indeed because he had been too talkative.
“I don’t care, you must find a way to soften Yuanshi Tianzun’s attitude,” Nuwa had seized the opportunity and would not let go. “Yuanshi came to cause trouble, and I lost my Red Embroidered Ball and Wuji Umbrella. You must help me find them.”
"This..." Fuxi hesitated for a moment. "How about this, sister, you bring me my spiritual treasure, and after I dismember my body, I'll go to Kunlun to plead for you. Is that alright?"
Nuwa kicked the whip at her feet. "Take it, and hurry up."
Nuwa was somewhat disgusted with the Seven Star Moon-Holding Whip, as it was a magical treasure that betrayed its own side, easily submitting to Xuanyuan, which infuriated her.
Fuxi choked up. How can the matter of dismembering the corpse be done quickly?
However, since his sister had given him the order, Fuxi was determined to fulfill it, no matter what.
Nuwa generously sponsored the Mountain and River Map, saying, "Go in. Time inside flows differently from the primordial world, giving you enough time to sever your corpse." This wretched place simply doesn't have the conditions for seclusion.
Nuwa glanced at it and knew how lively the Fire Cloud Cave was on ordinary days. Her brother, who loved playing the zither, must be suffering terribly.
"Thank you, sister." Fuxi smiled; his sister still cared for him.
"Hmph..." Nuwa turned her face away. If it weren't for the red embroidered ball, she wouldn't mind her brother suffering for a while longer. The beating she just received was nothing compared to what she had just endured.
Thinking of this, Nuwa felt her wounds ache all over her body again. Ouch, Chang Hao is really ruthless and really angry this time. She should restrain herself for a while.
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"Your Majesty, the Ziwei Emperor is here again." A hint of fear flashed in Lingzhuzi's eyes. Fortunately, he had gone to see Princess Yaoji before, otherwise, if he had been seen by the Goddess Nuwa, he would have had to return to the Nuwa Palace, and he might have even implicated the Heavenly Emperor who had taken him in.
Or perhaps he should go to Kunlun Mountain and find a master to rely on? If Nuwa really finds him, his sect might be able to stop her.
"Let him in." Chang Hao waved his hand, signaling Ling Zhuzi to go play and not stay locked up in the palace all day.
However, Lingzhuzi was unwilling to leave. The Ziwei Emperor was causing trouble for His Majesty every day. If he left, the Ziwei Emperor would act recklessly again, and how could he summon the Sun Goddess in time? That wouldn't do.
"Little Ten, look what I brought you." Di Jun said mysteriously, with two star officials behind him each holding a jade box of different sizes.
After finding his true self, Emperor Jun, who had been idle and carefree, felt guilty towards his son who had wronged him the most and was eager to repair their father-son relationship.
Di Jun's suspenseful question actually piqued Chang Hao's curiosity. "What?"
Chang Hao perked up and followed Di Jun's lead, asking questions. If Di Jun wanted to present a treasure, it must be something special.
Di Jun beamed with joy. Xiao Shi had finally paid attention to him. A hint of satisfaction appeared on his handsome face. He beckoned Qiong Xiao behind him to come forward.
"Come, come, Xiao Shi, look." Di Jun opened the jade box that Qiong Xiao was holding, inside was a fan.
Di Jun reached out and picked it up, unfolding it for Chang Hao to see. Chang Hao glanced at it and saw that the golden-red fan depicted the rising sun shining on the shore of the East China Sea. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that there was indeed a red sun in the upper left corner of the fan, so real and dreamlike, and the golden-red color was emanating from this small sun.
The sea surface was indeed the sea surface, and the jade-white fan ribs were actually made of wood, emanating a chill that could be felt from afar.
This fan looks extremely fierce and cold, and they should be incompatible, yet they are strangely integrated into one, like the two sides of yin and yang.
"I noticed you've been carrying the same fan year after year, so I thought I'd make another one for you. The sun on the fan is made from my tail feathers, the sea contained within the fan is crystallized from the spiritual pool in the moon laurel tree, and the fan ribs are taken from the heart of the moon laurel tree. I'm giving this to my little emperor. Do you like it?"
Di Jun's peach blossom eyes sparkled with tenderness. This was the first time Chang Hao had ever seen Di Jun so innocent, just trying to please him.
"I like it." Chang Hao nodded, accepting Di Jun's flattery. This gift was thoughtful enough and contained his father's love, so how could he not like it?
Chang Hao and Di Jun didn't notice that the brother and sister behind them, who had been steadily holding the jade box, trembled slightly. They couldn't help but exchange a glance. These words were too cheesy; what was their emperor doing?
The relationship within Chang Hao's family is an open secret known to all those in the know, as they always have to consider the face of Di Jun, the first person to be recognized by his father.
No matter how much Chang Hao tried to avoid it, he couldn't escape bowing to Di Jun at the Lingxiao Palace. This matter couldn't be spoken of, and many newcomers had no idea about the intricate relationship involved.
If Lingzhuzi were unaware of this, she would still regard the Ziwei Emperor as her lifelong enemy.
"If you like it, then take it." Di Jun tried to pull the Jade Fan from Chang Hao's hand, but he couldn't budge it.
Chang Hao glanced at the Jade Fan in his hand and prompted, "My fan."
“Yes, yes, this fan is also a rare innate spiritual treasure. You’ve used it for so long, you must have grown attached to it. It’s alright, I understand.” Di Jun could only settle for second best and placed the Rising Sun Fan in Chang Hao’s left palm.
“Come, come, Xiao Shi, take another look at the next one…” Di Jun was greatly encouraged. He knew he couldn’t possibly not coax his son. “Zhao Gongming, come up here.”
Zhao Gongming? Chang Hao's eyes paused slightly, then his gaze suddenly turned to that direction.
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