After all, in this era, surnames were still quite special; only the great clans from the Ancient times, like the Three Clans, had them.
The three of them left the Zixiao Palace and entered the 33 Heavens. As they traveled and chatted, Xu Feng didn't hide anything and said frankly:
"Although I, Xu Feng, am a member of the Dragon Clan, my bloodline is different from the current Dragon Clan, and we are not of the same root."
"Meow meow meow???"
Of the same clan but not the same root—this statement confused Nuwa and Fuxi a bit.
"Fellow Daoist, isn't the Dragon Clan from the Ancient times, the Ancestral Dragon..."
"This..."
Xu Feng hesitated. This wasn't something that could be explained in a few words, and he still wanted to find a place to cultivate properly and take the opportunity to break through his realm.
Fuxi understood and immediately extended an invitation to Xu Feng,
"If Fellow Daoist hasn't chosen a dojo yet, why not come to my and my junior sister's dojo to cultivate for a while? The three of us can also discuss the Dao together."
Go to your dojo?
Xu Feng was startled. He looked at Nuwa, who was smiling silently, then at Fuxi, who had a serious expression. After thinking for a moment, he laughed heartily and said,
"In that case, this humble Daoist will not be polite."
"Haha, what are you saying, Fellow Daoist?"
Fuxi laughed, "But what exactly does 'of the same clan but not the same root' mean?"
"Brother, why ask such things on the road? Wouldn't it be better to discuss it after we return?"
Nuwa rolled her eyes at her brother. Who asks someone such a question on the road?
Fuxi slapped his forehead and chuckled,
"It's my fault, Brother. Fellow Daoist, please!"
Xu Feng didn't stand on ceremony and followed Fuxi and Nuwa to their dojo, located on Mount Buzhou.
"What dense malevolent energy."
The malevolent energy around Mount Buzhou was extremely heavy, noticeable from afar. In fact, in areas closer to Mount Buzhou, even the sky had been stained red by it.
Fuxi whispered,
"Fellow Daoist, this malevolent energy arises from the Witch Clan. These people claim to be descendants of Pangu, different from us. They only cultivate their physical bodies and not their primordial spirits, and they have very bad tempers. Fellow Daoist, do not conflict with them.
Over countless years, many who wished to come to Mount Buzhou have been killed by these Witch Clan people."
The Demon Clan had not yet risen, but the Witch Clan was already active around Mount Buzhou. The excessive malevolent energy around Mount Buzhou was also due to the increasing number of Witch Clan members.
Fuxi was indeed right about the Witch Clan's bad tempers.
Considering themselves the orthodox descendants of Pangu, they could not stand anyone trying to climb Mount Buzhou. Since the Tribulation of the Three Clans, many people had been killed by the Witch Clan for this reason.
The Witch Clan people wouldn't reason with you; if there was a disagreement, they'd fight!
Nuwa and Fuxi's dojo was on Mount Buzhou. The siblings knew the temperament of the Witch Clan people and generally avoided conflict with them. When there was nothing to do, the siblings wouldn't easily leave their dojo to wander around, so they hadn't had any conflicts with the Witch Clan people.
Entering the dojo, Nuwa brought some wine. The three sat around a table, and Nuwa and Fuxi looked at Xu Feng with curious eyes.
Xu Feng couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed gossip was a major characteristic of intelligent beings, whether they were mortals or powerful figures of the Great Desolation; everyone couldn't help but be curious and inquire about interesting tidbits.
"Actually, it's nothing special; it starts with the Ancient Dragon Clan."
Xu Feng took a sip of the spirit wine brewed by Nuwa and slowly said,
"In the Ancient times, everyone only knew the Dragon Clan's Old Ancestor, Zhulong."
"Zhulong was also called the Ancestral Dragon by outsiders, but in fact, there wasn't just one Dragon Clan Old Ancestor. Zhulong wasn't the only one. At that time, there were two Old Ancestors in the Dragon Clan: Zhulong and the Ancient Yinglong. The Dragon Clan in the Great Desolation are basically descendants of Zhulong."
"Two?"
Fuxi was slightly surprised. The Dragon Clan actually had another Old Ancestor, the Ancient Yinglong?
Fuxi and Nuwa had indeed never heard of such a secret.
Putting down his wine cup, Xu Feng smiled and said,
"It's normal for outsiders not to know. Even most of the Dragon Clan people aren't aware of these matters, as most of the older generation of the Dragon Clan from the Ancient times have perished. Moreover, the Ancient Yinglong disliked conflict, so he appeared infrequently.
After the Dragon Clan unified the Four Seas and the world's waters, the Ancient Yinglong and Zhulong had disagreements and eventually fell out. The Ancient Yinglong left the Dragon Clan and retreated into the void, pursuing his supreme Dao."
"So that's how it is."
No wonder Xu Feng would say 'of the same clan but not the same root.' In that case, it was indeed correct.
Both were Ancestral Dragons, but the current Dragon Clan were mostly descendants of Zhulong, inheriting his bloodline, while the Ancient Yinglong had almost no branches. Even some Yinglong that appeared in the Great Desolation were mutations within the Dragon Clan, similar in appearance but without any of the Ancient Yinglong's bloodline.
"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist to be a descendant of the Ancient Yinglong."
Nuwa exclaimed in surprise. Soon, she realized something and blinked, asking, "Then the shackles the Dragon Clan bears..."
"..."
Xu Feng sighed, helplessly saying, "I have them too."
Then you are truly unlucky. A direct descendant of the Ancient Yinglong, possessing a bloodline inheritance—such an origin would be considered powerful in the Great Desolation. Unfortunately, he was still a part of the Dragon Clan and still bore the shackles.
Fuxi and Nuwa couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Xu Feng.
Nuwa suddenly remembered Xu Feng's cultivation in the Zixiao Palace, and her face couldn't help but blush.
"Fellow Daoist, cultivating in the Zixiao Palace, was it because..."
Nuwa couldn't finish her sentence; it was too embarrassing. She had even thought Xu Feng was crazy before.
So many people begged for such an opportunity, and Xu Feng was actually cultivating!
But now it seemed she was the one with the problem, overthinking things.
Nuwa was very embarrassed, and Xu Feng was puzzled, wondering why she was blushing.
"In the Zixiao Palace, under the Sage's pressure, the shackles become lighter. That's why this humble Daoist seized the time to cultivate. Fortunately, the harvest was good; a period of quiet cultivation should lead to a breakthrough."
"Then my brother and I congratulate Fellow Daoist in advance. We gained much in the Zixiao Palace. How about we discuss the Dao after we finish our seclusion?"
Xu Feng had gained a lot, and so had Nuwa and Fuxi. The siblings both wanted to seclude themselves for a while before discussing the Dao with Xu Feng. Moreover, Fuxi had noticed that his sister Nuwa was a bit embarrassed, so he suggested the three of them go into seclusion first.
Since he was already here, Xu Feng certainly wouldn't be polite with Nuwa and Fuxi. Led by Fuxi, he entered a secret chamber and began his seclusion.
After setting up several formations, Xu Feng said, "System, I want to claim the God-Slaying Spear!"
"Buzz!"
A spear, entirely black and wreathed in blood-red light, appeared in the secret chamber. It circled Xu Feng a few times and then landed in his hand. The spirit treasure had a spirit, and Xu Feng sensed the God-Slaying Spear's closeness to him.