Primordial Era: I am the Bull Demon King, the First Demon of All Time

Chapter 81 The ultimate path for a race is reproduction!

After those two sounds, the system's voice disappeared.

Just as the system voice sounded, Chen Jing was startled and glanced at Nuwa.

After discovering that the saint showed no signs of abnormality, they were relieved.

Then, he thought to himself, "The Purple Gold Treasure Chest, I'm really looking forward to it!"

On the shores of the East China Sea, Chen Jing and Nuwa walked for an unknown amount of time, and the human population grew increasingly dense.

Seeing that each of the villages had a statue of Chen Jing standing in it, Nuwa turned her head and glanced at Chen Jing.

When their eyes met, a flicker of fear crossed Chen Jing's heart.

Even now, he still doesn't know what this female saint is trying to do.

He also noticed the statues in the human village.

Over time, he could sometimes feel a faint trace of luck power surrounding him, which he assumed was the humans worshipping his statue.

This journey took hundreds of years. Just as they arrived at the foot of Shouyang Mountain, Grand Master Xuandu was already waiting for them.

Without a doubt, Chen Jing knew that this must be the decree of Laozi to welcome Nuwa.

"Greetings, Uncle-Master. My teacher instructed me to greet you here."

Upon seeing Chen Jing and Nuwa, Xuandu walked over and bowed to Nuwa.

"Senior Brother Xuandu."

Upon seeing Xuan Du approach, Chen Jing also bowed to him.

At this moment, Xuan Du was actually very unwilling to see Chen Jing, and he was in a great dilemma.

He and Daoist Duobao were once known as the twin stars of the Daoist school, each vying to be the number one second-generation disciple of the Daoist school.

But now, while he is still struggling to reach the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, Chen Jing has already achieved the quasi-saint status.

I imagined the way my teacher looked at me and sighed.

Xuan Du clenched his fists. Back when they were both Great Luo Golden Immortals, even if he was one or two minor realms behind, he still had the confidence to catch up. But now, he felt somewhat disappointed.

He knew the difference between a Great Luo Golden Immortal and a Quasi-Saint.

Chen Jing has now far surpassed them and is standing on a much higher stage.

"Now, perhaps his only focus is on the older generation."

Xuan Du had this thought in his mind; the strong sense of disparity made him very reluctant to see Chen Jing.

After that, the three of them slowly walked up Shouyang Mountain.

Inside the Eight Views Palace.

Lao Tzu remained seated cross-legged on the futon, his kind face radiating an aura of tranquility and non-action.

Nuwa sat to the side, and Chen Jing stood there just like Xuandu.

After observing Chen Jing for a while, Laozi said, "You have cultivated for only a million years, yet you have already reached the Quasi-Saint realm. You are undoubtedly the number one second-generation disciple of the Daoist sect!"

However, to Chen Jing, these words always seemed to have a hidden meaning, a profound significance.

Then, Nuwa, who was sitting opposite her, said, "Junior Sister, you've always preferred tranquility. What brings you to my Shouyang Mountain this time?"

"As for what happened back then, my senior brother naturally knows the reasons behind it. Since the human race owes him a debt of karma, as the Holy Mother of the human race, I naturally have to repay it on behalf of the human race."

Nuwa said calmly.

Chen Jing stood behind Nuwa, listening to her words, still not understanding what was going on.

"What are your plans, junior sister?"

Laozi glanced at Chen Jing, then spoke to Nuwa.

"He has done humanity a great favor. My junior sister believes that a seat should be set up under the Holy Mother of Humanity for a Holy Teacher, and half of humanity's fortune should be shared with him to repay the karmic debt humanity owes!"

Nuwa still wore that aloof expression.

Hearing this, Chen Jing finally understood what this female saint was trying to do.

The position of the Holy Teacher of the human race is no small matter.

In the present primordial world, the Wu and Yao races are still the main players of heaven and earth. Although the fortunes of the two groups have declined considerably after the two Wu-Yao wars, they are still far superior to the current human race.

However, when the human race steps onto the stage of history and becomes the new protagonist of the primordial world, the immense primordial fortune will naturally converge upon the human race.

The fortune of the primordial world is immense. If one were to receive such fortune, as long as humanity remains the protagonist of the world, their life would be secure.

Upon hearing Nuwa's words, Laozi frowned, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

The Human Race's Holy Teacher is far too important to be decided so hastily. In fact, Lao Tzu was completely unwilling to let Chen Jing become the Human Race's Holy Teacher.

He has now achieved the quasi-saint level, far surpassing others among the second-generation disciples of the Daoist sect.

If he were to obtain the position of the Human Saint Master, his disciples and the disciples of the Chan Sect would have no chance of advancement.

The Three Pure Ones have already separated, and each of the three brothers has their own selfish motives.

Although Laozi only had one disciple, Xuandu, the Chan sect of the Primordial Celestial Venerable still had quite a few disciples.

He naturally did not want to see the Jie Sect become the dominant force.

"What suggestions do you have, senior brother?"

When Nuwa said this, the coldness in her voice deepened, and there was already a hint of dissatisfaction in it.

"Let's discuss this matter later. The matter of the Human Race's Holy Master is of great importance, and I need to report it to my teacher."

Perhaps sensing the dissatisfaction in Nuwa's words, Laozi had no choice but to invoke Hongjun's name.

As soon as Laozi spoke, Chen Jing understood his meaning perfectly; it was tantamount to a tacit rejection of Nuwa's proposal.

After hearing Lao Tzu's words, Nuwa frowned slightly and remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, Nuwa sighed deeply, glanced at Laozi, and slowly said, "In that case, please ask your senior brother to request the master's decree!"

After saying this, Nuwa seemed to have no intention of staying on Shouyang Mountain any longer. She bid farewell to Laozi and left the Bajing Palace on Shouyang Mountain with Chen Jing.

After leaving the Eight Views Palace, Chen Jing could tell that Nuwa was not in a good mood, obviously because she was uncomfortable because she had been politely rejected by Laozi.

Laozi, the founder of the Human Religion, established the position of Holy Teacher of the Human Race, which required his investiture to be valid.

As the Holy Mother of the human race, Nuwa could not directly bestow the title of Holy Teacher upon the human race.

However, when he personally invited Chen Jing to the Eight Views Palace of Shouyang Mountain, he was still rejected by Laozi.

Following behind Nuwa, Chen Jing felt the chill emanating from the female saint and couldn't help but say, "Junior nephew, thank you for your kindness, Uncle. I really don't ask for anything in return for saving the human race. I'm just doing what I feel is right. Please rest assured, Uncle."

Upon hearing this, Nuwa suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Chen Jing, who was following behind Nuwa, did not expect that the female saint would suddenly stop.

They are still moving forward.

Just as his body leaned forward, he seemed to realize something was wrong. His powerful physique and strong control pulled his body back from the brink.

Just a tiny bit more—just a tiny bit—he could smell a faint fragrance in his nose.

Steadying himself, Chen Jing's heart was still pounding rapidly, and a cold sweat trickled down his back.

The woman before him was no ordinary female cultivator, but the only female saint in the primordial world. He couldn't even imagine how Nuwa, who was in such a bad mood at the moment, would react if such a thing happened.

I don't know if I didn't feel it, or what.

Nuwa turned around, her face calm and expressionless.

She said calmly, "As the Holy Mother of the human race, I am the one who should repay the debt of karma that the human race owes you. There is no need to mention this matter again."

After saying that, he disappeared from the spot.

Even at the Quasi-Saint level, Chen Jing still couldn't understand the methods of a Saint.

However, this incident completely changed his impression of the goddess Nuwa.

She still cared about the human race; she hadn't forgotten her children.

After Nuwa left, Chen Jing did not leave immediately, but remained standing in the same spot.

Recalling what happened in the Eight Views Palace, Chen Jing curled his lip in disdain.

Chen Jing was well aware of Laozi's little schemes. As for the position of the Human Race's Holy Master, it would be best for Chen Jing to obtain it, but since he couldn't get it, he wouldn't force it.

Even without the position of Human Saint Master, does that mean there is no progress? The Human Sect doesn't have many disciples, and Laozi wants to use the Chan Sect to distract the Jie Sect and prevent the Jie Sect from becoming too powerful.

Chen Jing snorted coldly, realizing that his wishful thinking was about to fall through.

One day, I will grow to the point where even saints will take me seriously.

After a while, Chen Jing regained his composure and prepared to return to his cave to continue the relocation of the Daoist temple.

Chen Jing took to the air and flew directly towards the cave.

On this day, Chen Jing suddenly stopped flying.

Looking down into the village, one could see that there were both humans and witches in the village.

Chen Jing was somewhat puzzled; when did the human race and the witch race end up together?

Actually, this matter has to start with the terrifying reproductive ability of the human race.

After the cataclysm of humanity, and after tens of thousands of years of development, the human population has once again increased exponentially. With a larger population, people naturally need to occupy more land to survive.

However, the Wu tribe ruled over the vast land, and as the human race continued to expand outwards, they naturally came into contact with the Wu tribe.

Perhaps it's because humans naturally resemble witches in appearance.

After the two sides made contact, at the beginning, the Wu tribe believed that the human race was created by the goddess Nuwa, a sage of the demon race.

They harbored resentment towards humans, but after some interaction, they discovered that although this race was physically weak, its reproductive capacity was extremely strong.

When a woman becomes pregnant, she carries the baby for ten months and then gives birth to a newborn.

A newborn can grow into an adult in twenty years and then continue to reproduce.

Moreover, once a woman gives birth to a newborn, she can continue to have children after a year or two of recovery.

The Wu Clan is formed from the essence of Pangu's blood pool combined with the earth's evil energy, and can produce thousands of Wu Clan members in a year.

In the eyes of the Wu tribe, if they had such reproductive capabilities, defeating the demon race would be an easy task.

Therefore, many witches chose to intermarry with humans, and after the intermarriage, they gave birth to many wonderful offspring.

These descendants possessed bloodlines from both the Witch Clan and the Human Clan. Surprisingly, they inherited not only the physical bodies of the Witch Clan but also the primordial spirits of the Human Clan. Not only were their physical bodies powerful, but they were also adept at cultivating Taoist arts and supernatural powers.

However, the probability of inheriting both the primordial spirit and the physical body is very low, less than one in ten thousand. Most inherit the powerful physical body of the Wu clan, but not the primordial spirit.

However, their reproduction rate is the same as that of humans, taking only twenty years.

When the news reached the twelve ancestral witches of Buzhou Mountain, they were overjoyed.

Dijiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, personally ordered that the Witch Clan and the Human Clan intermarry, and from then on, the relationship between the Human Clan and the Witch Clan became increasingly close.

For the Wu tribe, they need the human race's powerful reproductive ability, while the physically weak humans need the Wu tribe's strong physique to accomplish many things they cannot do.

This is why Chen Jing saw the situation.

Chen Jing didn't have many thoughts about these things. If a group wants to develop, it always has to find its own way forward.

Blindly adhering to old ways will only lead to extinction.

This is the choice of the human race. Although he saved the human race, he has no right to interfere with these choices.

After watching for a while, Chen Jing flew towards the cave.

After Chen Jing and Ling Zhuzi left, the relocation was naturally delayed.

When Chen Jing returned to the cave, it had returned to its previous state.

Just as Chen Jing landed from the sky, Mo Lin appeared before him, bowing and saying, "Greetings, Your Excellency."

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"Where is Ruoxue?"

Chen Jing asked calmly.

"After the master left, we didn't know when Miss Ruoxue went back to cultivation."

2

Upon hearing Mo Lin's words, a faint smile appeared on Chen Jing's face.

He was quite satisfied with his disciple.

It's not just because of her talent, but more importantly because of her diligence.

Chen Jing scanned with his divine sense and found that Ruoxue was in seclusion. Her cultivation had broken through to the mid-stage of the Profound Immortal realm, but her aura was still unstable, as if she had just broken through.

Inside the cave, the Daoist Guangyin was also in seclusion, cultivating.

Seeing that everyone was diligently cultivating, Chen Jing temporarily suppressed his plan to immediately relocate the training ground. He decided to wait until everyone had finished their seclusion before making the move.

Now that he has broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm, he once again recalled everything that happened on the East China Sea that day.

The majestic figure of Di Jun was deeply etched in his mind. Back then, he only had the cultivation level of a late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Under the immense pressure of Emperor Jun's mid-stage Quasi-Saint level power, if it weren't for the strong resilience forged through cultivating the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, the standing figure would likely have been unable to hold on and would have had to kneel down.

This event played a significant role in propelling Chen Jing's later frenzied cultivation.

It can be said that Di Jun's pressure played a significant role in Chen Jing's rapid breakthrough to the Quasi-Saint realm.

Bringing his thoughts back, Chen Jing suddenly remembered that the system had notified him of a successful upgrade on the shores of the East China Sea that day.

Chen Jing coveted the Purple Gold Treasure Chest, which was even higher in quality than the Platinum Treasure Chest, but he hadn't obtained it yet and there was nothing he could do about it.

He was thinking about something else: the iron rod that had been with him for so long, now that the system upgrade was successful.