The Six Saints Discuss the Wu and Yao, Zhun Ti Scolds Yuanshi for Being Tsundere, It's Red-Hot!

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's words had barely fallen when his gaze swept across the faces of All Saints.

His brows furrowed slightly, a strange feeling stirring within him.

How was it that the Three Pure Ones seemed to have known long ago, showing no shock at all?

Nuwa and the Two Sages of the West, on the other hand, sharply drew in cold breaths.

The Three Pure Ones, as if lagging behind, simultaneously sucked in cold air.

This act drew black lines across Dao Ancestor Hongjun's forehead.

Not acting convincingly!

Still, given Laozi's mastery of deduction and the grand scheme, it was understandable that he could perceive the matter of the Witch-Demon Calamity.

Coupled with the bond among the Three Pure Ones, it was likely that Laozi had long since informed Yuanshi and Tongtian of this affair.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun nodded slightly and continued speaking.

"The Witch-Demon Calamity—the conflict between the Witch Clan and the Demon Court is not truly deep; it's merely a struggle to become the overlord of the Primordial World."

"If another calamity were to descend upon the Primordial World, the final result would surely be utter devastation for all living beings."

"This Daoist is unwilling to see such an outcome, which is why I have summoned you here to pool your wisdom and resolve this crisis."

At these words, All Saints sank into deep thought.

The tragedy of the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation remained vivid in memory.

All were fighting for the position of overlord of the Primordial World.

The result had plunged the entire Primordial World into chaos, and the Three Races had met no good end.

Karma as vast as mountains had been forcibly laid upon the beings of the Three Races.

Even with their supreme bloodline talents, cultivation itself became a problem.

Looking at it this way, it was truly a loss that outweighed any gain.

Back then, there were no saints in the Primordial World; now, saints were its stewards.

Naturally, such a thing must be prevented from happening again.

The first to speak was Tongtian, brimming with confidence as he declared.

"Master, this disciple believes resolving the Witch-Demon Calamity is very simple."

"Just let me go and slay the Demon Emperor and Demon Saints of the Demon Court, along with the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan."

"Surely, no matter how great the conflict, it will not erupt."

As Tongtian's words fell, the entire Purple Cloud Palace fell silent.

Yuanshi felt a pang of embarrassment and turned his head away.

Laozi's face darkened to an extreme.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun was so angered he took a deep breath.

"Fine, go ahead. Try it and see what consequences that boundless karma brings upon you."

"If you slay the Witch and Demon today, tomorrow you will fall from your saintly position, the Interception Sect will disband on the spot, and many of its disciples will be slaughtered by the Witch and Demon."

"Once you fall from sainthood, your master will gift the Four Swords of Immortal Execution to Jie Yin and Zhun Ti."

No sooner had the words been spoken than Zhun Ti poked Tongtian's robe and gave a thumbs up.

"Daoist friend, go ahead. This poor monk fully supports you."

Tongtian snapped back to reality, realizing he had lost face, his face flushing red.

"Scram!"

Dao Ancestor Hongjun stared hard at Tongtian, speaking with bitter disappointment.

"If you utter such brainless words again, do not come to Purple Cloud Palace in the future!"

Tongtian hung his head in silence, looking utterly dejected.

This sight made Jie Yin and Zhun Ti exchange glances.

Earlier, Yuanshi had recommended Ran Deng to join the Western Sect.

They had been worrying about how to repay the favor; perhaps now was the chance to speak up for Tongtian.

The Three Pure Ones shared the same origin; helping Tongtian seemed no different from helping Yuanshi.

With this thought, Jie Yin pressed his palms together and spoke with a smile.

"Teacher, Daoist friend Tongtian also means well, unwilling to see the Primordial World's beings suffer. Please do not be too harsh, Teacher."

Tongtian suddenly lifted his head, utterly bewildered.

Why was this Western bald monk suddenly being so kind to me?

Weren't we supposed to be at odds?

Hearing such blandishments, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's anger flared, and his words grew even sharper.

"Stop defending him. Shut your mouth and figure out how to repay the forty-eight great vows."

"Is this a scheme a normal mind could even conceive?"

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"Disciple, your master hopes that in the future, you will engage your brain before speaking."

Tongtian grunted a reluctant assent, then snapped back to his senses.

So Jie Yin had been trying to provoke his master again, to get him scolded.

Realizing this, he turned his head and shot Jie Yin a vicious glare.

That inherently wicked bald monk of the Western Sect!

Laozi, who had been silent until now, slowly spoke up.

"For a Saint to directly intervene and act is truly somewhat contrary to the development of the Primordial World. Even a Saint cannot bear the immense karmic sin and calamity aura."

"How about this: let the disciples of the Three Teachings descend the mountain and do their utmost to resolve the conflict between the Wu and the Yao."

"As for the Saints... they can fan the flames from behind."

At these words, Dao Ancestor Hongjun instantly broke into a broad smile, thinking to himself.

"Truly my most valued disciple, exceedingly wise, and his cultivation base is also profound enough."

The other Saints also nodded slightly. Yuanshi chimed in agreement.

"Big Brother's proposal is excellent. It tempers our disciples, resolves the Wu-Yao conflict, and the Saints still contribute their efforts."

Jie Yin also nodded in praise.

"Truly worthy of being Fellow Daoist Taiqing. An exceptionally fine method indeed."

Seeing that the All Saints had agreed, Dao Ancestor Hongjun settled the matter directly.

"Since that is the case, go forth and discuss it outside the Purple Cloud Palace. Do not disturb This Daoist's quiet cultivation."

With that, he waved his purple sleeve.

The All Saints had no time to react before they instantly appeared outside the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Nuwa's face showed shock.

"Master's cultivation is truly profound. Even Saints have no power to resist."

Laozi glanced at Nuwa but did not respond, instead steering the topic back on track.

"Since Master has left us to handle this ourselves, then let it be as This Daoist said: the disciples of the Three Teachings descend the mountain. As for the Western Sect..."

His gaze had just fallen on Zhun Ti when Zhun Ti burst into loud wails.

"Our Western Sect... is poor~~"

"What disciples does the Western Sect even have!"

Yuanshi sighed helplessly and waved his hand dismissively.

"The Western Sect is indeed in a difficult position. Let the disciples of the Three Teachings descend the mountain instead."

Zhun Ti's crying stopped abruptly. He suddenly leaned close to Yuanshi and asked seriously.

"Are you sure you haven't been possessed by some Rahula or Chaos Demon God or something?"

Boom—!!!

The void tore open, revealing the Pangu Banner radiating endless Chaos Qi.

Yuanshi's face twisted with rage, his voice carrying a deep, low menace.

"Are you looking to have a bout with This Daoist?!"

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti immediately fled, using escape techniques to vanish on the spot.

As he left, Zhun Ti even bluntly remarked.

"You tsundere old man! We've all cultivated together at the Purple Cloud Palace for years. Who doesn't know who you are? Keep pretending, go on, keep pretending!"

Yuanshi was furious to the extreme, grinding his teeth audibly.

But he couldn't just chase after them and fight. He still had the dignity of a Saint to maintain.

Nuwa wore a full expression of someone enjoying the drama. She coughed twice and said.

"Three Senior Brothers, shall I take my leave first?"

Laozi gently patted Yuanshi's shoulder, dispersing his imposing aura, and said with a smile.

"We shall return as well. Junior Sister, farewell."

With that, the Three Pure Ones returned together to the Eight Scenery Palace on Kunlun Mountain, summoning the disciples of the Three Teachings.

Within the Celestial Abode, a wave of late Mystic Immortal might burst forth.

Li Yuan dispersed his aura, scratched the back of his head, and thought to himself.

"I was originally planning to consolidate my cultivation, but I ended up eating the elixirs and immortal fruits rewarded by the Diary, and broke through again."

"Who says cultivation is hard? Cultivation isn't hard at all, alright? You need to look for the reason within yourself!"

Dong—

"All disciples of the Three Teachings, come quickly to the Eight Scenery Palace for a council!"