Chapter 797: Life's Questions

Xuanyuan readily agreed: "Fine, no problem. I will go ask Guangchengzi. I believe that with his wisdom, he will certainly have a very ingenious answer."

"Speaking of which, Baifeng, didn't you say you wanted me to help you ask Guangchengzi a question? You can say it now, and I will help you ask it together."

Baifeng did not hesitate in the slightest: "Help me ask him: Who am I, where do I come from, and where should I go?"

Baifeng was not pondering some ultimate philosophical question, but truly had great doubts about his current situation. Was he really Baifeng, or was he the savage Baifeng? Was this world real? Did he belong to this world? Could he go back, and if so, how?

As for becoming a god, Baifeng actually did not want to ask. If this world was real, then if Xuanyuan, Cangjie, and the others could become gods, and even Xingtian, who had his head cut off, could exist in myths, then why couldn't he?

Xuanyuan pondered Baifeng's question carefully but still felt he did not quite understand: "You are you, who else could you be? You came out of your mother's belly. As for where to go, who knows that?"

Baifeng shook his head: "If it were really that simple, would I need to ask you to help me ask Guangchengzi? This question is not just one I am asking; it is one I am asking for everyone. As a human, who am I, really? My name is Baifeng, but does that mean I should be Baifeng? Why did I come out of a woman's belly? Did I come into this world just to be like a wild beast, to reproduce and then die? If I die, where should I go?"

"If these questions could be clarified, then I feel humanity would no longer have any other difficulties."

Xuanyuan was just about to retort but was stopped by Zhishou. As someone who listened to Guangchengzi preach every day, he had already keenly sensed that something was wrong with this question. He whispered to Xuanyuan: "Just listen to this question, help him ask Guangchengzi, but by all means, do not think about it or ponder it yourself."

Xuanyuan was puzzled: "Why? Isn't this question quite easy to answer?"

"The more deeply you think about this question, the more complex and difficult to solve it becomes. In the end, you might get trapped in this question and never be able to get out." Zhishou warned Xuanyuan.

"It's just a few questions, can it be that difficult?" Xuanyuan did not believe it.

"For a fool, such questions mean nothing, but I fear that if you are a wise person, yet your wisdom is not high enough, you will end up as I described. Xuanyuan, you are one of the smartest people of this era. I believe you have the ability to solve this question, but solving it might consume your entire life. Therefore, do not think about these useless things."

Zhishou turned his head to Baifeng and said: "Tribal Chief Baifeng, you are also a smart person, but I also advise you not to overthink. I have heard similar questions before. Just from pondering 'Who am I,' some people have sat on Kongtong Mountain until they died. Smart people should not waste time on such questions."

Baifeng was shocked by Zhishou's wisdom; it turned out he was a top-tier philosopher. However, Baifeng's question was more directed at himself. He wanted to know his origins, why he came, and where he was going, rather than it being a true philosophical question.

"Zhishou, I am not thinking as deeply as you say. If Guangchengzi truly has such great wisdom, he should be able to know the reason for the question I am asking. It is not really about pondering the question of all humanity, but a very superficial question about myself."

"Fine, Baifeng, I have noted it down. Once I see Guangchengzi, I will certainly help you ask him." Xuanyuan gave Baifeng his word.

Baifeng turned the page of the paper he had drawn on: "Fine, Xuanyuan, let's leave this matter here. Let's talk about the price of the seeds for making wax."

"Changle, have you named this seed?" Baifeng turned his head to ask Changle.

Changle shook his head: "Not yet. I haven't discovered some of its characteristics. Its classification has only reached the level of Genus—Angiosperm Phylum, Magnolia Genus. As for anything further down, I haven't figured it out yet. It might be a new, independent Phylum or Family."

"As for the name, how about 'Wax Seed'? I followed the standard for naming plants."

Baifeng nodded in agreement: "Hmm, I think the name 'Wax Seed' is fine. It clearly expresses its characteristics and function. Xuanyuan, what do you think of this name? After all, it is a tree seed from your Xuanyuan Tribe. If you have an original name, we can also prioritize using your name."

Xuanyuan turned to ask the Soldier of the Xuanyuan Tribe behind him: "Does that tree have a name?"

The Soldier hurriedly bowed and said: "Tribal Chief, we call it the Chinese Tallow Tree, because the root after it falls is just like a black mortar, so that is why we call it that."

Xuanyuan looked up and relayed: "We call it Chinese Tallow, the reason being that its root is like a black mortar. You know what a mortar is, right? The thing for pounding the shells of Grass Seeds."

Changle also hurriedly said to Baifeng: "I also know this name, but I haven't seen the fallen tree and felt this explanation was questionable, so I didn't adopt it. I planned to see it on-site before deciding. Now I think 'Wax Seed Tree' is more appropriate."

Baifeng waved his hand: "Hey, let's just use Chinese Tallow Tree. After all, when it comes to naming, the standard of the indigenous people should be the first choice. The tree is called the Chinese Tallow Tree, and the seed is called the Wax Seed; there is no problem with that. Keeping the two separate has no major impact. We can't make people change their way of speaking just because of the Wax Seed."

Changle immediately nodded: "Okay, Father, I will register it as the Chinese Tallow Tree."

Xuanyuan was very satisfied with Baifeng's approach. This showed sufficient respect to their Xuanyuan Tribe. They couldn't be expected to make things difficult for their own people just because no one in the Xuanyuan Tribe was engaged in such work, forcing them to follow the Huaxia naming convention.

"Fine, Xuanyuan, my meaning is that we will set it according to this plan. The tree will still be called the Chinese Tallow Tree, but the seed will be called the Wax Seed. No problem, right?" Baifeng asked for Xuanyuan's opinion one last time.

Xuanyuan immediately indicated there was no problem: "This way it is convenient for us all to refer to it."

"Now that the name is set, its function is also very clear: it can extract wax. As for wax, it is for making candles. Of course, there is another use, which is sealing things—grain jars, oil jars, and the like. You can smear the wax on like mud. However, if it isn't something precious, there is no need to use wax to seal it, as the value of the wax might be even higher."