Chapter 988: Married In

In the Imperial Palace, there are only palace maids and imperial concubines.

It is impossible for Nuwa to have entered the palace to be a palace maid, so she can only be an imperial concubine.

Of course, it is also possible that she is hiding in the Imperial Palace for some other purpose.

After all, Nuwa is a Saint; although Di Qi has achieved extraordinary things, it is still somewhat inconceivable for a Saint to marry into the palace.

Now that the Human Race is on the verge of unifying the Primordial Continent and is poised to become the true protagonist of the Primordial World, Fuxi will not allow anyone to disrupt this process and great cause, not even Nuwa.

It is precisely because of this that he hurriedly called Nuwa over.

Having been siblings for so many years, he understands Nuwa too well: she is narrow-minded and stubborn. Even if she later reconciled with Di Qi and even helped him, that could very well be a strategy to deceive the enemy.

"Congratulations, brother, on finally escaping your predicament."

Nuwa said with a smile.

She was genuinely surprised and happy; she had not expected Yin Qi to rescue Fuxi and the others so quietly.

When Fuxi first entered Fire Cloud Cave, it was not as if she had not opposed it.

But she was unable to turn the tide alone and could only watch helplessly as her brother was imprisoned for over a hundred thousand years.

This is also her greatest regret and knot in her heart.

Fuxi's expression was solemn as he said gravely: "Nuwa, although the fault in the past lay with Di Qi, it was also understandable. Moreover, now that the Demon Race has removed your name, could it be that you still intend to protect them?"

Listen to your brother once and stop.

Now that the Human Race is on the verge of unifying the Primordial Continent and you alone enjoy the Human Luck, what else could you possibly be unsatisfied with?

If we join forces with Di Qi, we will have five Peak Quasi-Saints; even if all parties unite, what of it?

Our Human Race does not fear them!

Even if you join forces with them, you will have no chance."

Nuwa laughed inwardly, the corners of her mouth curling slightly as she said: "Brother, do you know that the Demon Race has been secretly preparing for tens of thousands of years, wanting to resurrect Di Jun, Donghuang, and Xihe?"

"Is this true?"

Fuxi's expression changed.

He worked with Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi for millions of years and knew the capabilities and combat power of these two brothers all too well, especially Donghuang Taiyi; it would be no exaggeration to call him the number one person beneath the Saints.

If these three were resurrected, it would be a tremendous threat to the Great Shang Celestial Dynasty.

Nuwa continued: "It is not just the Demon Race; the Wu Clan is also planning to resurrect Di Jiang and the others."

Fuxi's expression changed again.

The eleven Ancestral Witches each possess boundless divine abilities.

If not for Donghuang Taiyi possessing the Eastern Emperor Bell, the Demon Race would not have been a match for the Wu Clan at all.

Although Di Qi is powerful, two fists are no match for four hands.

Furthermore, the Human Race occupies the Primordial Continent and is a great enemy to both the Wu and Demon races; under the mediation of Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun, it is highly likely that these two races will unite.

Thinking of the more than twenty Peak Quasi-Saints they were about to face, Fuxi felt his scalp tingle and his heart sink to the bottom.

If that were truly the case, then Nuwa's choice would be understandable.

Thinking of this, he said with a cold expression: "So, what is your purpose for hiding in the inner palace? With all parties uniting, the situation of the Human Race is indeed dangerous, but no matter how dangerous, can it compare to the past?"

Back when the Wu and Demon races withdrew from the Primordial Continent, the Human Race was still at the very bottom among the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World.

Even with the support of a Saint, it only ensured that the Human Race would not be extinguished.

The later achievements of the Human Race were all carved out with blood and steel, sacrificing countless people.

Looking at the earnest Fuxi, Nuwa suddenly felt some regret that she should not have joked with him, so she hurriedly said: "Brother, I am not hiding in the inner palace; Di Qi married me in with an eight-bearer sedan chair."

"Married... married in..."

Fuxi's eyes widened. He stared at Nuwa, dumbfounded, and hurriedly asked: "What is going on? How did you enter the palace? And does Di Qi know your identity?"

This joke had gone too far.

He admitted that Di Qi was very outstanding and was even the number one person in the Primordial World today.

But his own sister is a Saint. How could they be compared?

He did not want to see Nuwa scheming against Di Qi or the Human Race, nor did he want to see Nuwa marry into the palace to Di Qi.

This is his own sister.

Nuwa smiled beautifully, her face full of happiness: "Of course, Yin Lang and I are truly in love. At the very beginning, we did not know each other's identities; he used the pseudonym Chen Nan, and I used the pseudonym Feng Xi.

Perhaps this is fate.

Later, we gradually fell in love. Yin Lang first confessed his identity to me, and only then did I confess my own.

And then, I entered the palace."

Fuxi was truly dumbfounded this time.

This could happen too!

He had been saying that Di Qi and Nuwa were people from completely different worlds, and "mortal enemies" at that; how could they suddenly fall in love for no reason? So that was the reason.

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Regarding this, he could only believe it was fate.

Nuwa lived in seclusion in Zhaoge under a pseudonym, and Di Qi traveled the world under a pseudonym; only then could they meet and come to know each other.

But looking at Nuwa's happy appearance, Fuxi felt a wave of sourness.

A fresh, tender cabbage from his own home had been rooted up by a pig, and he was only finding out now.

Shaking his head, Fuxi dispelled the strange feeling in his heart and asked gravely: "Does Di Qi know about the Demon and Wu races' plan to resurrect Di Jun, Di Jiang, and the others?"

Nuwa nodded and said: "Of course he knows; he was the one who told me."

Fuxi hurriedly asked: "Then does he have a way to deal with it? Resurrecting Di Jun, Di Jiang, and the others is not simple. Since he knows their conspiracy, why not send troops directly to crush the Wu and Demon races? With our current strength, we are fully capable of doing so."

Now is the time when the Human Race is at its strongest.

But once Di Jun and Di Jiang are resurrected, the roles of attacker and defender will be reversed.

Nuwa smiled slightly and said, "Brother, do not be anxious. Yin Lang's plans are infallible; how could he not have a countermeasure? It is just that the timing is not yet ripe, so I cannot tell you for now."

Fuxi breathed a sigh of relief, nodded thoughtfully, and said in a deep voice, "It seems Di Qi still has other trump cards. Sister, what exactly is Di Qi's background? Is he truly for the Human Race, or is he using the Human Race as a tool?"

Nuwa knew what Fuxi was thinking; in fact, countless people in the Honghuang were curious about this matter: what exactly was Yin Qi's background?

She thought for a moment and said, "Brother, Yin Lang has no background whatsoever, you can rest assured of that. This life is his very first life. As for his trump cards, they are related to his fortuitous encounters."

"This is his first life!"

Fuxi was shocked.

He had speculated that Di Qi might be the reincarnation of a Chaos Demon God, or perhaps the reincarnation of some peerless great divine being from the Opening of Heaven, or at worst, the next life of a Quasi-Saint; he had never once considered that this was Yin Qi's first life.

First life—this term was too shocking.

Achieving Quasi-Saint in a few decades and Peak Quasi-Saint in a few tens of thousands of years is simply inconceivable.

One can only say that Di Qi's fortuitous encounters have a massive origin.

Otherwise, even if Pangu were reborn, it would be impossible to achieve Quasi-Saint in a few decades.

Fuxi did not continue to ask.

If it could be said, Nuwa would certainly have already said it just now.

Fuxi smiled and said in a relaxed manner, "That is good, then I have no more doubts. But regarding your affair, has he mentioned when he will announce it to the world?"

His sister is a Saint, after all; following Di Qi without any status or title, what kind of situation is that?

"Let us wait until this Great Calamity has passed. When we announce this matter then, it will be justified and proper."

Nuwa shook her head.

After the Great Calamity, Yin Qi's strength will certainly be exposed.

By then, announcing this matter will only make people envious of their union, rather than gossiping. (End of this chapter)