The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

In the primordial continent, there is Mount Buzhou.

After Nuwa finished speaking, she looked at the Mosquito Daoist beside her, and saw that he held in his hand the very object she had created—a top-grade acquired merit treasure. Looking at the human race she had created before her, she rolled her eyes, thought for a moment, and said:

“Fellow Daoist Beiming, I will create the ‘Nuwa Heaven’ in the Chaos a hundred years from now. However, the new human race will be unfamiliar with the primordial world. What do you think we should do to settle them?” Nuwa was now overwhelmed by the joy of becoming a saint and had completely forgotten her original intention in creating this race.

Mosquito Taoist was surprised by her words. Nuwa clearly wanted him to take care of the human race, but she still had a shred of kindness in her heart and did not abandon them.

“Fellow Daoist Nuwa, the northern part of the prehistoric world has now been occupied by the Wu tribe. If the human race wants to survive and develop, it will inevitably clash with the Wu and Yao tribes. My idea is to take them to the coast of the East Sea. There are few people there now and no powerful demons, which is just right for their early development.”

Upon hearing this, Nuwa nodded, then waved her hand, and all the humans in front of her were collected. She then exchanged a glance with the Mosquito Daoist, and the two flew towards the shores of the East Sea. Half a day later, they landed in a deep mountain, where Nuwa released the humans she had collected.

“You have just been born, so live here for now. I have some important matters to attend to.” After saying that, he pointed to Mosquito Daoist and said again, “This is Fellow Daoist Beiming of the Netherworld Blood Sea. He will become the ‘Holy Teacher’ of the human race in the future. If you have any questions, you can ask him for guidance.”

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Half a day later, Mosquito Daoist watched Nuwa leave, feeling utterly disgusted. He hadn't expected her to leave so easily; he had thought she would stay to teach the human race for a while. Now it seemed she was different from him. In Nuwa's heart, the human race was merely a tool for her to achieve sainthood. And although he was a demon, he had been a human in his past life.

'You'd better not regret it later,' Mosquito Daoist muttered to himself. He had already told Nuwa that neither witches nor demons were the main characters of heaven and earth. Now, she had created the human race and had already attained sainthood. Mosquito Daoist did not believe that she was unaware that the human race was blessed with great fortune. Perhaps she thought that after becoming a saint, she would no longer need such weak people.

After regaining his senses, Mosquito Taoist thought for a moment and said, "You will live in these mountains for now. I will give you a cultivation technique to help you protect yourselves. In addition, I will build a city here. In the future, anyone who makes a great contribution to the human race can enter the city to cultivate and learn my cultivation methods."

"Yes, Holy Master, you are merciful."

Upon hearing the words of the Mosquito Taoist, hundreds of thousands of people bowed down in unison. Although they were still newly born, they were aware of the methods of immortals. At the same time, they thought that as long as they made great contributions to the human race, they could obtain the method of cultivating immortality, which gave the human race a great motivation.

The reason Mosquito Daoist is so troublesome is because she understands the principle that competition drives development. She also wants humanity to understand that only through trials and tribulations can one see the rainbow, and that nothing in this world comes without effort. At the same time, she wants to establish a holy city for humanity, giving them hope for the future and preventing them from being lost and confused.

Just as Mosquito Taoist was about to use the materials to build a city, Lu Er sent a message saying that the Three Pure Ones wanted to see him. After seeing this, Mosquito Taoist could roughly guess their intentions. He immediately greeted several humans, saying that he had something to do, and also sent a message asking Kongtong Taoist to come to the shore of the East Sea, where he could also teach the humans.

Half a day later, Mosquito Daoist arrived at the Blood Sea. He saw that the Three Pure Ones had already been welcomed by Lu Er to the Free and Unfettered Island and were talking to Lu Er there. Lu Er now had the strength of the early Quasi-Saint stage, so the Three Pure Ones would not treat him as a junior.

"Fellow Daoists, what brings you to my Blood Sea?" Mosquito Daoist greeted them with a smile as soon as he landed on Xiaoyao Island.

Laozi and his companions didn't stay in the Blood Sea for long. When they first arrived on the island, they were just as shocked by the scenery of Xiaoyao Island as everyone else. They never imagined that such a filthy place as the Blood Sea would have such a charming island.

"Fellow Daoist Beiming, we three brothers have come here to inquire about Junior Sister Nuwa's attainment of Dao." Upon hearing the inquiry, Laozi, as the eldest brother, stepped forward without hesitation. He didn't mince words with Mosquito Daoist either, and asked directly.

"Nuwa created the human race and became a saint through her merits. Don't you all know this?"

Mosquito Taoist knew what Lao Tzu meant, but he still pretended to speak. He wouldn't tell them the method to become a saint for no reason. Although he had long suspected that they would all become saints when the time came, he still didn't want to tell the Three Pure Ones without a reason.

"Bei Ming, let's not beat around the bush. What my eldest brother is asking is whether you know the method for the three of us brothers to become saints. You can state any conditions you have. As long as the Three Pure Ones have it, we will consider exchanging it with you."

Yuanshi wasn't exactly known for his good temper. He already disliked Beiming, and seeing the other party still pretending to be clueless, he spoke up. Although his tone was harsh, Yuanshi understood that it was impossible for the three of them to coexist peacefully. He was now offering a deal, not afraid of angering the other party.

But the reality was different from what Yuanshi had expected. He thought he knew Beiming very well. However, when Mosquito Daoist heard Yuanshi's words, his expression turned somewhat ugly. Although he also wanted what the other party had, Yuanshi's expression made him a little unhappy. It was as if he, Beiming, was begging to make a deal with the other party.

The Mosquito Taoist didn't believe the Three Pure Ones were unaware of how precious the opportunity to become a saint was, even though he himself had the means. However, he most disliked people like Primordial, who, despite needing his help, still acted superior.

"Fellow Daoist Beiming, my second brother has a rather impatient temper, please don't be angry."

Seeing Bei Ming's expression, Tongtian secretly blamed Yuanshi, but had no choice but to stand up and defuse the situation. Unlike Yuanshi, he didn't hold a grudge against Bei Ming; on the contrary, he admired him. Bei Ming was incredibly skilled, and although Tongtian was no match for him, he still wanted to test his skills. Of course, it was just a friendly spar.

Laozi glanced at Yuanshi, his expression turning somewhat unpleasant. He had already told him to let the matter drop, but Yuanshi's tone was still so unfriendly. However, since things had come to this, he couldn't say anything. After Tongtian finished speaking, he bowed respectfully to Beiming.

"This humble Taoist does indeed know the path to sainthood for the three of you, but I wonder what you are willing to offer in return?" After being interrupted by Primordial, Mosquito Taoist no longer wanted to pretend to be a snake and immediately asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Three Pure Ones' eyes lit up. Yuanshi regretted offending them earlier, but now was not the time to dwell on it. He could just pay a higher price; compared to becoming a saint, giving up a few more treasures was worthwhile.