Chapter 6: When an Otaku Meets a Little Sister Complex

  Zhuang Xiong was still unaware that the brother and sister were actually Fu Xi and Nü Wa. The two had been bored for tens of thousands of years, and on a whim, they decided to play a joke on him, but ended up getting Zhuang Xiong himself entangled instead. Meanwhile, Zhuang Xiong was currently worried about his own cultivation progress, unaware that he had already trapped himself.

  Zhuang Xiong can be considered to have a deep foundation, as he is the fusion of the essence of 3,000 demons and gods from the primordial earth. He has become the embodiment of the earth's mighty power, although not in human form. But thinking about it, there probably isn't a great god born with a human body in this vast wilderness either? With that thought, it all balances out. Moreover, after cultivating for countless years, Zhuang Xiong had long ago achieved the Primordial Dao Body, which is no different from a human body.

  What Zhuang Xiong is worried about is his own Dao line. Zhuang Xiong's physical body is between the Primordial Chaos Demon and the Pre-Heavenly Great God, watching Pangu open the sky, and combining the flesh and blood of 3,000 demons with the law of the flesh, even if he didn't pay much attention to it, countless yuan would come down and instinctively cast a peerless physical body, with martial arts value bursting full, even if it was Zu Wu, it would be slightly inferior. And although his magical powers only have basic magical formulas, Zhuang Xiong opened his true spirit at the time of Pangu's opening of the sky, had a physical body, and can be considered the first living being after the opening of the sky, with infinite years of accumulation, his magical powers are probably only slightly inferior to Hong Jun, Yang Mei, and other Chaos demons, estimated to be at least Da Luo Jinxian level, or even Quasi-Saint. However, this Dao line makes Zhuang Xiong very embarrassed.

  It's not that the Tao is not enough, and the law can't be improved, so it can't control the law. Controlling the law requires a yuan Shen. Zhuang Xiong's yuan shen was born from the catalysis of the opening sky merit, and every day he was subjected to the pressure and grinding of Pangu's idea, and had to split out a part to explore underground, sacrifice and refine the treasure, and another part had to cultivate and circulate the law. The yuan shen is unknown compared to the law, even if Zhuang Xiong has twice as much law, the yuan shen can still control it.

  The Dao Lineage is about understanding the Heavenly Dao. Simply put, the Dao Lineage can make you understand not only the phenomena but also the underlying reasons, allowing you to cultivate in a more systematic way. It enables you to comprehend the Heavenly Dao, clarify right and wrong, know what should be done and what shouldn't, and understand the consequences of your actions.

  It looks simple, but the key to it is extremely difficult if no one teaches you. For example, if you only know that 1 + 1 = 2, but don't have a systematic understanding of addition and subtraction, multiplication and division, then when faced with a complex calculation, how many years and months would it take you to figure it out? Can you compare to someone who is proficient in arithmetic?

  Zhuang Xiong was currently facing this situation. His profound spiritual power was not just because he had practiced for a long time, but also because he had transformed early on, accumulating countless years of experience. Moreover, the Kunlun Mountains were a premier sacred site for cultivation, allowing him to build up his powerful spiritual energy.

  However, understanding the Heavenly Way is like understanding the fundamental laws of the universe. It's like knowing the most basic laws in the 21st century - if you don't understand them, no matter how much wealth or power you have, it's all useless. But can the laws of later generations be compared to the Heavenly Way? If you don't know the taboos of the Heavenly Way, when will you become aware of your mistakes and turn into nothingness?

  Zhuang Xiong furrowed his brow, whether it was the three tribes of Long Feng's first calamity or the witch and demon war, they all perished due to only cultivating their magical powers without cultivating their moral character. They didn't understand the heavenly way and recklessly started wars, but were later surpassed by the great gods like San Qing because they didn't cultivate their moral character. It can be seen that not cultivating one's moral character is a fatal weakness. Zhuang Xiong never thought that he would become one of them someday.

  Zhuang Xiong was deep in thought, his hands only holding the basic Jade Clear Immortal Technique. The understanding of Pangu's opening of the sky was also a typical combat method. Trapped in the endless years on Mount Buzhou, he could only think about how to escape, after all, survival was the top priority. His Taoist cultivation hadn't improved much either.

  Zhuang Xiong clarified his own situation and finally had a general idea of what he should do. His magical powers still needed to be accumulated, as strength was always the foundation, no matter what. As for his Taoist cultivation, it seemed that he could only wait until the Hong Jun Purple Cloud Palace started its lectures. In his daily life, he would contemplate the Heavenly Way or comprehend the Tao contained within his magical artifacts, although his progress might be slow, it was still better than nothing. Unfortunately, his innate birth artifact had yet to take shape, and the rod in his hand contained the way of combat, which was unrelated to the comprehension he lacked.

  Zhuang Xiong's mind turned slightly, or he might as well go find Hong Jun? Even if he couldn't find Hong Jun, finding San Qing Nü Wa would be good too. These are all future great gods who have obtained the favor of Heaven and probably already know how to comprehend the Heavenly Way. It's better than being completely clueless like himself. Moreover, it seems that the big shots from the starting point all said that Hong Jun had opened a small furnace for San Qing in advance.

  This thought came together, but it was impossible to stop, Zhuang Xiong's mind suddenly became active, thinking about finding Nüwa in Buzhou Mountain, sitting and discussing the Tao, pulling relationships, best going with Nüwa to find Sanqing, drinking tea, discussing the Tao, best meeting Hongjun, asking for guidance on cultivating the Tao, thick-skinnedly begging for a few pre-heavenly treasures, best becoming Hongjun's apprentice, having the care of the holy man Tian Dao, from then on dominating the vast expanse, invincible in the world, recruiting a large number of younger brothers, building a big ***, beauties as numerous as clouds. Thinking and thinking, Zhuang Xiong's saliva couldn't help but flow, indeed brain supplements have no limits, YY is everywhere.

  It's no wonder that this guy, after indulging in his fantasies for just one day, has already completely forgotten the countless years of bitter and trying times. By the time he comes to his senses, who knows if he'll think Nüwa is the main protagonist? On the other hand, thinking about touring the wilderness, he's suddenly sent a top-notch bodyguard, which coincidentally aligns with her plans. However, Zhuang Xiong wouldn't bother considering such profound matters, whereas Nüwa, no matter when or where she appears, always has an aura of being the main protagonist, if not the first one, then definitely a key supporting character.

  A night without words.

  On the second day, I don't know if it was because of Zhuang Xiong's thick skin or his long years of working underground without seeing daylight, but he didn't get out of bed until the sun was high in the sky.

  After washing and dressing, he finally came out the door, only to see that Nüwa and Fuxi were already sitting at the stone table drinking tea. Zhuang Xiong hastily put on a foolish smile and approached them with a warm greeting.

  That small talk was really unbearable, Zhuang Xiong is originally a homebody, and being trapped in the mountains with countless guests, although having numerous 21st-century theories, he has never put them into practice. He still thinks he's passionate and worldly, but to Fuxi, it's just a fake smile and nonsense, a mismatched horse and donkey. Fuxi has lived in the mountains for a long time and has never interacted with people, this passionate smile is stiff and awkward, in Zhuang Xiong's eyes, it's just a typical hypocrite, an unqualified product.

  Nüwa watched in silence beside them, rolled her eyes and ignored the two of them, only elegantly sipping tea.

  The two of them exchanged awkward pleasantries for a while before falling silent. They looked at each other with big and small eyes, then sat down in embarrassment to drink tea.

  Zhuang Xiong was trapped in the Not Zhou Mountain, and he had been lonely for countless years. He had just escaped from his predicament, and his mind was lively and active. However, he couldn't bear the quiet atmosphere for long, so he laughed and said: "I've disturbed you two for a night, but I still don't know what to call you? I'm being rude." It turned out that this guy had stayed overnight, yet he still didn't know his host's name. What was even more surprising was that he asked with a straight face and without any shame.

  Nüwa smiled and said: "Since you know you're being rude, shouldn't you first report your own name?"

  Zhuang Xiong was slightly stunned, looking a bit embarrassed. In fact, he really wasn't intentionally not reporting his own name; it's just that he didn't know what name to report. Zhuang Xiong and Zhuang Xiong (meaning "装熊" or "dressed as a bear") were homophones, and in the past, when he was in school and working, this name had caused him no end of trouble. In this new life, Zhuang Xiong really didn't want to be called by that name again. Now that he had the power to choose his own name, he definitely wanted to give himself a good one. As for what kind of Daoist name he should take... for the time being, he really couldn't think of anything good.

  Nüwa didn't know that Zhuangzi was actually in a trance, and thought he was thinking about something inconvenient, so she said: "Fellow Daoist, don't be embarrassed, if it's not convenient, then don't say it."

  Zhuang Xiong hastily replied, "It's not that, nor is there any inconvenience. It's just that after being born into the world for a short time, I was trapped in the mountains and have been racking my brains to think of a way to escape. I haven't even had time to give myself a name yet, let alone figure out what to call you."

  Nüwa smiled and said: "What's so difficult about this? Just take any one, isn't that it? After all, it's just a title."

  Zhuang Xiong thought for a moment, then smiled and said: "Forget it, the matter of names can be big or small, let's talk about it later. My true body is Cang Xiong, you two can call me Cang Xiong or Xiong Dao Ren."

  Fuxi said with a smirk, "So it's just a big bear, no wonder its skin is thick and rough, looking like a silly fool with that goofy grin."

  Zhuang Xiong's smile was stifled, and Nüwa hastily said: "Don't mind, fellow Taoist. My brother is too straightforward and doesn't know how to speak properly. His words are often inappropriate. If he has offended you in any way, please don't take it to heart."

  Zhuang Xiong cursed in his heart: "You, your brother can't speak properly, and you're speaking correctly? You say my brother is a good person, isn't that admitting that I'm thick-skinned and like an idiot?" Seeing Fuxi still muttering beside him, Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but ask: "I don't know how to address the two of you?"

  Nüwa heard this and couldn't help but giggle, Fuxi rolled his eyes on the side and said: "I'm Fuxi, this is my sister Nüwa." The two had decided to be sincere with Zhuang Xiong, so they didn't hide it.

  Fuxi's frankness enraged Zhuang Xiong, who had long been convinced that the two were not Fuxi and Nüwa. At this moment, he felt that they were impersonating and deceiving him, and suddenly became furious, slamming his fist on the table and scolding: "You damn sister-control freak, don't you see your fake smile? You look nothing like Fuxi! I was sincere with you, but you used my words to deceive me. Your tricks are something a three-year-old can play. You're better off doing that sister-control job, you damn sister-control freak."

  Fuxi thought he was being sincere, but instead got a scolding. He immediately became furious: "Where am I not like Fuxi? Where do I look like a sister-control freak? You're the one who's a sister-control freak, your whole family is!" Cough cough, anyway, it seems that this Fuxi is also a bit off at this point, his sarcastic remarks are quite sharp, but seem to be off topic.

  Zhuang Xiong's face also turned red with rage, and he shouted in a loud voice: "You're just a dead sister control freak! You treat your sister like a precious treasure, like a heavenly being. I'm telling you, tomorrow I'll go and pursue your sister, marry her and bring her home as my wife, and then kick you out with one foot. You'd better find a cool place to calm down soon, you dead sister control freak!"

  Zhuang Xiong's words were vicious and poisonous, causing Fu Xi to instantly turn dark. The flames of his sister complex exploded as he loudly shouted "Don't touch my sister!" and charged forward.

  Zhuang Xiong wasn't afraid of him at all, nor did he use his magical powers. He charged forward and started wrestling with Fuxi, shouting loudly: "You damn sis-con, I've got your sister in the bag!"

  The two men fought and scolded each other, their blows growing more ferocious by the minute. In an instant, a thick cloud of dust rolled in, overwhelming countless flowers and grasses.

  Nüwa's face turned black with rage as she finally lost her temper, shouting "Enough! You two shut up!" Without waiting for the duo to react, she took out a seal-shaped artifact and transformed it into a grinding disc. With a loud crash, the world fell silent, leaving only the two men entwined together, sinking into the ground.