Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

"Ancestor of Humanity, I have a request," Fang Yun said respectfully.

These words not only piqued Zhou Yi's interest, but even Hou Tu perked up his ears.

Although Fang Yun's cultivation level is not top-tier, his abilities are unique in the entire prehistoric world, amplifying the power of cultivators regardless of their cultivation level.

"Tell me about it, and let me see how I can help you," Zhou Yi said.

At this moment, Yu Hao arrived and answered first: "He wants to create writing."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present looked at Yu Qiang, who couldn't help but laugh out loud, then realized his lapse in composure.

He quickly wiped the food crumbs from the corners of his mouth.

However, he seemed nonchalant, saying, "Sorry, it was so funny, I couldn't help it."

"What? You have a problem with that?" Yu Qiang asked provocatively.

Yu Hao glanced at him with displeasure, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. This remark enraged Yu Qiang, who abruptly stood up and retorted loudly:

"I was just stating the truth, what's wrong with that? Don't forget, even our witch clan doesn't have its own writing system, which is enough to illustrate the complexity of the issue."

"In the primordial world, everyone uses Daoist script. This script is like a threshold; without sufficient cultivation, it's impossible to understand," Yu Qiang continued. "Although there are exceptionally talented individuals among your human race, to what extent can they reach?"

Hou Tu gently tugged at Yu Qiang's clothes to signal him to calm down, although she agreed with Yu Qiang's point of view, as this was the common understanding of writing in the prehistoric world.

However, speaking frankly on human territory could damage the friendly relations between the two races.

"Don't the demon race have their own writing system?" Yu Hao retorted. "But your witch race claims to be descendants of Pangu, yet you don't have your own writing system. Aren't you even inferior to the demon race?"

These words pierced Yu Qiang's heart like a sharp sword. The air around him seemed to freeze, and the icy aura quickly spread outwards, trying to engulf Yu Hao and Fang Yun.

Fang Yun immediately unleashed his righteous energy, forming a solid barrier to resist the invasion of the ice.

For a moment, the cold air and the righteous energy collided, producing a hissing sound.

"Stop!" Zhou Yi and Hou Tu shouted simultaneously, stopping the conflict.

"Actually, I already have some preliminary ideas about creating characters, but it's not easy to implement them," Zhou Yi said calmly.

Ever since he witnessed Fang Yun display his supernatural powers, he had been pondering this question. After all, Confucian and Taoist cultivation was quite attractive, but due to being busy with other matters, the matter had been put aside until now.

Hearing Zhou Yi's words, Hou Tu whispered his advice: "To be honest, this is a very difficult matter. Your human race urgently needs to develop. There is no need to divert your energy to do something so difficult at this time."

She knew the difficulty of creating characters, and that she couldn't even find a template to refer to. If she simply imitated the characters in the Taoist scriptures, she might end up achieving nothing.

However, Zhou Yi already possessed another writing system in his mind; all that was needed was to rebuild it. "Excellent, Ancestor of Humanity, let's begin now!"

Fang Yun was thrilled, realizing that this was a crucial opportunity to break through his own limitations.

Although Yu Qiang didn't make a loud fuss this time, his disdainful tone was still clearly audible: "Hmph, sis, if they succeed, I'll write my name backwards."

He could never believe that while the human race could accomplish many amazing feats on its own, he believed that the creation of writing was entirely under the control of the old man Hongjun.

Otherwise, the Wu tribe would have developed its own writing system long ago.

However, since the human race had repeatedly put the sage in awkward situations, how could Hongjun easily agree to it?

"I can't say for sure, but they always manage to create miracles, so maybe they'll make a breakthrough this time too."

When Hou Tu said this, he didn't really have much confidence. He just hoped that Yu Qiang would stop causing trouble.

"Just you wait and see, we'll waste hundreds of years and still not figure anything out."

Today, Yu Qiang enjoyed both the roasted meat and the new wine specially made by Zhou Yi. He was in a great mood and only thought about showing off to Zhu Song and the others when he got back. He no longer cared about the matter of creating characters.

At that moment, he turned his back to everyone and stopped paying attention to what was happening.

Hou Tu stood there, slightly dazed, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhou Yi gently shook his head and said to Hou Tu, "It seems our century-long agreement will have to be put on hold for now. Come find me again when you have the chance, and I will host another banquet for you."

Hou Tu felt that Zhou Yi's efforts might be in vain, but she didn't know how to dissuade him.

Fang Yun and Yu Hao looked at Zhou Yi with great anticipation, their eyes revealing their belief that as long as she participated, the creation of characters would surely succeed.

"You can try, but don't spend too much time on it. If you don't see results within a hundred years, give up as soon as possible," Hou Tu advised sincerely.

Zhou Yi smiled and said firmly, "Why don't you join us and see for yourself how we create characters? It might be helpful to you."

Hou Tu hesitated upon hearing this. Deep down, she wanted to know the details, but subconsciously she felt it was a waste of time; these two thoughts were torn within her.

"Forget it. Don't end up doing nothing and wasting our time. You know our time is very precious," Yu Qiang said bluntly.

Fang Yun and Yu Hao immediately glared at him, but Yu Qiang showed no fear and instead stared back at him with wide eyes.

"In that case, give me ten years, and I will give you an answer," Zhou Yi said confidently.

A sudden silence fell over the surroundings, and even Yu Qiang, who had been full of disdain, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, secretly wondering if Zhou Yi was really so confident.

"What, you're scared now?" Yu Hao directly provoked him. This tactic was particularly effective on the straightforward Yu Qiang: "What am I afraid of? Ten years is ten years. That's nothing to us."

"What if you haven't achieved anything in ten years?" Yu Qiang stared directly at Zhou Yi, his words full of challenge.

Zhou Yi never expected to be drawn into the verbal dispute between the two, but she was confident in her heart: "If I can create characters within ten years, you will grant me one condition; if not, I will also unconditionally grant you one condition."

Upon hearing this, Hou Tu's expression changed, wondering what these two guys were up to.

The words had already been spoken, and given Yu Qiang's stubborn nature, there was no way he would take them back, and Zhou Yi was not the kind of person who would easily break his word.

And so, amidst the chaos, a bet was quietly formed.

Hou Tu sighed softly, silently making a resolution in his heart: he would never bring Yu Qiang along again next time.

He is too impulsive and always causes unnecessary trouble.

"In that case, please follow me." Zhou Yi said, and took the lead in walking forward.

Fang Yun and Yu Hao quickly followed, standing on either side, while Hou Tu and Yu Qiang walked quietly at the back.