Chapter 1174: The Di, Xuanyuan

The commotion tonight alarmed several powerful cultivators from the training ground. Nonetheless, they left after seeing that members of Fortune Grotto and Repentance Temple had taken care of the assassins.

Feiyun and Yiyi were still on the altar. The former focused on the glowing jade statue. It was as if Shui Yueting was here in person.

The statue encompassed both beauty and an imposing presence.

He stroked his chin and asked: “Your Highness, I wish to know more about the Dao Ancestor Scripture. I know of a technique named Dao Heart Soul written in it, it is simply incredible. Could you tell me more about Dao Ancestor?”

Feiyun’s thought led him to something different despite staring at the statue.

Yiyi thought that Feiyun was testing her knowledge and responded earnestly: “This scripture is a comprehensive ancient text of the daoists with ten volumes. Each contains incredible techniques, just one is enough to research for a lifetime.”

“It’s not written by a single person but rather, generations of daoist sages compiling and fixing the essences of their branch.”

“There are many stories about Dao Ancestor, a legendary figure who had learned from Grand Saint Nuwa. Rumor has it he wrote several scriptures, Magnolia, Supreme, Paragon, and was the progenitor of Fortune Grotto.”

“Another popular belief is that Dao Ancestor is the progenitor of Yin Yang Grotto, Yin Yang Daoist, someone who is a righteous daoist during the day and an evil demon at night. This powerful daoist was revered as a sage during the day but at night, he committed the most heinous acts. The yin-yang dual cultivation art in Dao Ancestor Scripture and another version in the Eight Immemorial Arts were created by him as well. Due to his unsavory reputation, many trusted the progenitor of Fortune to be Dao Ancestor, not him despite his talent.”

Yiyi had a strong grasp on this topic. At this point, the other disciples have left to train, leaving behind the two of them to look like lovers during the night.

Feiyun finally stared at her and said: “Speaking of the Eight Immemorial Arts, it makes me think of another senior who wrote some of it, Di Zhong. Have you heard of him?”

He carefully observed the changes in her eyes.

Her long lashes twitched slightly after hearing this name but her expression didn’t change: “Another famous character during Time Immemorial, the patriarch of the Di, the first clan of the human race.”

“This saint’s comprehension and wisdom were second to none. The techniques he created are still highly coveted. He met his demise after fighting with another overlord of that period, White Spider Sacred Ancestor, what a shame.”

Feiyun asked: “The first known clan in human history, is it still around?”

“Why are you asking about this clan?” Her pure eyes gleamed cautiously.

“Haha, just curious.” He said, prompting her to stare at him.

In reality, she had a good evaluation of Feiyun. Although he was far from being a gentleman, at least he wasn’t a scheming hypocrite.

She sighed and said: “I see, you were testing me.”

“What do you mean?” He feigned ignorance.

“From the very first question.” She said.

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said.

“I am a member of the Di.” She revealed. The first question regarding the Dao Ancestor Scripture was just to lessen her suspicion and lead the topic toward the Di Clan.

Of course, she trusted him enough to reveal this secret. If it were anyone else, she would be answering with her sword, not her words.

“Really? Why is your last name Xuanyuan?” He was surprised to receive confirmation.

“Do you know Emperor Xuanyuan?” She asked.

Feiyun nodded.

“Then do you know his true name?” She asked again.

Any random cultivator picked from the street would have heard of Emperor Xuanyuan. However, they wouldn’t be able to answer the second question.

This applied to most mighty cultivators. Their titles were known to all, not their true names.

“His true name is Di Shi, Di is the reason why he has emperor in his title.” She said.

“Oh? He’s a member of the Di as well?” He asked.

She nodded in response.

He couldn’t believe it - a single clan producing two saints on top of surviving two kalpas until now.

“Emperor Xuanyuan crafted the renowned sword and defeated Ancestral Dragon Monarch and Phoenix Queens. He killed other demon ancestors as well, creating room for humans to grow and expand our territories. We started the central dynasties and 187 worlds, becoming one of the strongest.”

“Because of this, he offended many powerful demons. When he was still alive, none dared to do anything but after his passing, his descendants were tortured, enslaved, and massacred by the demons. This happened over five hundred years.”

“Fortunately, the clan had spread across the world already and some were fortunate enough to survive. From then on, we changed our name to Xuanyuan and left the cultivation world. Only a few human cultivators know of our existence and past glory. They always lent us support, even the evil ones due to our patriarch’s contribution.”

Her eyes were moist after recalling the bitter history of her clan. She looked like a weak girl right now instead of the dignified fairies. Even heinous villains would want to console her.

He didn’t know how to answer. Given her strong-willed personality, her clan’s demise must have truly impacted her. He hesitated twice before reaching out to wipe the teardrop next to her eye.

When his finger brushed her skin, she felt something strange and became nervous. Nonetheless, she didn’t evade his touch.

This was the first time someone had wiped her tears and the first time a man had touched her face. The sensation was unfamiliar but she didn’t hate it.

He pulled back and said softly: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know about the history of the Di. The truth is that I have an important matter I’ve been wanting to tell you.”

“No need.” She staggered backward and became flustered after seeing his inquisitive eyes.

She tried her best to calm down and said: “I, I know the reason why you asked the deity for my support and if I’m a member of the Di. The Di harbors no prejudice toward half-demons but I, I only wish to pursue the sword dao, nothing else, so don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. I’m leaving.”

She left hurriedly with her head lowered, seemingly running away from him.

This was his first time seeing her like this, just like a young girl running bashfully away from an aggressive suitor.

“How does she know, I didn’t say anything? I only want to return Senior Di Zhong’s remains to his clan, what does that have to do with half-demons?” He was confused.

After taking another two steps, he paused with a strange expression: “Don’t tell me, she thought that was a confession…”

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