Primordial Era: When a Good Guy Awakens a Morally Unethical System

"Unless there is something more important than the glory and honor of the Phoenix Clan, Kong Xuan will forge ahead even if he knows there is no light ahead."

Hongyun knew Kong Xuan's fate in the prehistoric novels, but the situation was different now, and she didn't know if there would be a "heavenly bird descending to give birth to the Shang dynasty".

If the same thing happens, then there's no need to worry too much about Kong Xuan. Yuan Feng's resurrection is far more important than the Phoenix Clan. He will go back to guard the Shang Dynasty and wait for Yuan Feng's resurrection.

Zhen Yuanzi stared at Hongyun for a while. He had a feeling that Hongyun seemed to know something. However, since Hongyun wouldn't say, he wouldn't ask. Hongyun must have a reason for not saying, and there was no need to force him.

After a moment of silence, Zhen Yuanzi spoke first. It wasn't anything important, but he needed a reason to speak: "Have you seen Di Jun's child?"

Hongyun shook her head: "No."

Zhen Yuanzi calculated with his fingers: "Ten suns, twelve moons."

Although Hongyun had never met him, she had known about him for a long time.

Nine is the ultimate number in the primordial world; ten is already considered inauspicious. Fortunately, all twelve daughters followed their mother's example, unlike the three-legged golden crow with only one leg. Otherwise, Emperor Jun would have had even more to worry about.

Hongyun sighed, "Ten golden crows! Even the First Emperor only had nine sons!"

"Di Jun is already caught up in the situation and can't see the bigger picture anymore." Zhen Yuanzi said, his hands behind his back, glancing at the sun hanging high in the sky.

Hongyun, unwilling to contemplate the tragic outcome she knew, laughed and said, "Whether they can see the situation clearly or not, it ultimately has nothing to do with us. We don't pursue power or influence; we'll just close the doors at Wuzhuang Temple to cultivate and live our own lives. Even if countless extraordinary individuals emerge in the primordial world, they'll still have to respectfully call us 'Sages'!"

The word "we" came out so naturally from Hongyun's mouth that Zhen Yuanzi felt a sweet warmth in his heart and nodded: "Yes, why do you need to compete? You are already a saint. How many people in the prehistoric world can compare to you?"

Even if you are naturally indifferent and do not compete or fight, you still have the realms of immortals and demons behind you. Even the Three Pure Ones cannot underestimate you. What you are unwilling to do, I will do for you.

Zhen Yuanzi could only keep the remaining half of his words to himself.

The tone shifted abruptly: "Don't you want to take on a disciple? Tongtian already has many disciples, and even Yuanshi has started his own sect to take on disciples. Among all the sages, you are the only one who hasn't taken on a disciple."

It wasn't that Hongyun didn't want to take on disciples, but he hadn't met anyone who was willing to. Besides, taking on disciples was very troublesome; he not only had to teach them cultivation but also how to be a good person. If, like the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, more than half of them turned against the sect, it would be better not to take any at all.

Why is Zhen Yuanzi suddenly asking such a question?

What's wrong with him today? Nothing's wrong, so why isn't he going back to his room to cultivate?

Why are you talking so much today?

Hongyun glanced at Zhen Yuanzi suspiciously: "I haven't met anyone who catches my eye! I'll take one when I meet someone I like!"

Actually, Lu Ya is not bad either. After the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, he took the only little golden crow under his wing. He and Kong Xuan have similar backgrounds, so they should have a lot in common.

As Hongyun pondered, she chuckled twice, drawing Zhen Yuanzi's attention, whose gaze he could not look away from.

This kind of honest smile and look in his eyes was something he had rarely seen since Hongyun became a saint. Zhen Yuanzi suddenly felt a little nostalgic for the days before he took human form, when that silly cloud in the sky floated down, trying to block his sunlight and even grabbing onto his outstretched branches.