Six Saints Discuss the Wu-Demon Conflict, Zhun Ti Furiously Calls Yuanshi a Tsundere, and He Sees Red!

As soon as Dao Ancestor Hongjun finished speaking, his gaze swept across the faces of the Saints.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he found it rather strange.

Why did the Three Pure Ones seem to have known already, completely unsurprised?

Nuwa and the Two Sages of the West, on the other hand, sucked in a sharp breath.

As though a beat late, the Three Pure Ones simultaneously sucked in a sharp breath.

This caused black lines to form across Dao Ancestor Hongjun's forehead.

That acting was unconvincing!

Still, given Laozi's skill in deduction and grasp of the bigger picture, it was understandable that he had detected the matter of the Witch-Demon Calamity.

Coupled with the relationship among the Three Pure Ones, Laozi had likely informed Yuanshi and Tongtian of this long ago.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun nodded slightly and continued.

"The Witch-Demon Calamity—the conflict between the Witch Race and the Demon Court is not truly deep-rooted. It is 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 devastation for all living beings."

"This Daoist truly does not wish to see such an outcome. That is why I summoned you here: to pool your wisdom and resolve this crisis."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Saints fell into thought.

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

It had all been for the sake of competing for supremacy over the Primordial World.

In the end, the entire Primordial World had been thrown into chaos, and the Three Races had met no good end either.

Karmic burden as immense as mountains had been imposed upon the living beings of the Three Races.

Even with exceptional bloodline talents, cultivation had become a problem.

Looking at it this way, it truly was not worth the cost.

Back then, there had been no Saints in the Primordial World. Now, the Saints were its administrators.

Naturally, they had to prevent such a thing from happening again.

Tongtian was the first to speak, saying with boundless confidence.

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

"As long as I go and kill all the Demon Emperor and Demon Saints of the Demon Court, along with the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Race—"

"No matter how great their conflict is, it surely will not erupt."

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

Yuanshi felt somewhat humiliated and turned his head away.

Laozi's expression darkened to the extreme.

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

"Fine, go on. Try it and see what happens when such monstrous karmic burden is imposed upon you."

"Today, you slaughter the witches and demons. Tomorrow, you fall from sainthood, the Interception Sect disbands on the spot, and its many disciples are massacred by the witches and demons."

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

As soon as his words fell, Zhun Ti poked Tongtian's sleeve and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Fellow Daoist, hurry and go. This poor monk absolutely supports you."

Tongtian came back to his senses and realized he had embarrassed himself. His face flushed bright red.

"Get lost!"

Dao Ancestor Hongjun stared at Tongtian, speaking in disappointment.

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

Tongtian lowered his head without speaking, looking utterly dejected.

This caused Jie Yin and Zhun Ti to exchange glances.

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

They had been worrying over how to repay him, so they might as well put in a good word for Tongtian now.

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

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

"Master, Fellow Daoist Tongtian meant well. He simply does not wish to see the living beings of the Primordial World suffer devastation. I hope Master will not rebuke him too harshly."

Tongtian suddenly raised his head, utterly bewildered.

Why were those bald Western Sect fellows suddenly being so nice to me?

Weren't we supposed to be enemies?

Hearing such nonsense, Dao Ancestor Hongjun immediately became even angrier, and his words grew harsher.

"You are still speaking for him? Hurry and shut your mouth, then think of a way to repay the Forty-Eight Great Vows."

"Is this a scheme that anyone with a normal brain could come up with?"

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"Disciple, I hope that you will use your brain before speaking in the future."

Tongtian gave a muffled acknowledgment, then suddenly came to his senses.

So Jie Yin had wanted to provoke Master further and get him scolded.

Thinking this, he turned and glared viciously at Jie Yin.

Those Western Sect baldies were evil by nature!

Laozi, who had remained silent until then, slowly spoke.

"For Saints to interfere directly would indeed go against the development of the Primordial World. Even Saints cannot bear such immense karmic burden and calamity qi."

"How about this? Let the disciples of the Three Teachings descend the mountain and do their best to resolve the conflict between the witches and demons."

"As for the Saints... we can push things along from behind the scenes."

As soon as these words were spoken, Dao Ancestor Hongjun instantly broke into a broad smile and thought to himself.

As expected of the disciple this Daoist values most. He is truly wise, and his cultivation is sufficiently profound as well.

The other Saints nodded slightly. Yuanshi echoed him.

"Big Brother's suggestion is excellent. It trains our disciples, resolves the conflict between the witches and demons, and lets the Saints contribute as well."

Jie Yin also nodded in praise.

"As expected of Fellow Daoist Taiqing. It is truly an excellent method."

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

"Since that is the case, go discuss it outside the Purple Cloud Palace. Do not disturb this Daoist's secluded cultivation."

With that, he waved his purple sleeve.

Before the Saints could react, they appeared outside the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace in an instant.

Nuwa revealed a shocked expression.

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

Laozi glanced at Nuwa but did not respond. He merely brought the conversation back on track.

"Since Master has asked us to handle this ourselves, we shall proceed as this Daoist suggested. The disciples of the Three Teachings will descend the mountain. As for the Western Sect..."

His gaze had only just landed on Zhun Ti when Zhun Ti burst into loud sobs.

"Our Western Sect... is poor!"

"How does the Western Sect have any disciples?!"

Yuanshi sighed helplessly and waved his hand casually.

"The Western Sect is indeed rather disadvantaged. Let the disciples of the Three Teachings descend the mountain instead."

Zhun Ti's crying stopped abruptly. He suddenly moved closer to Yuanshi and asked earnestly.

"Have you truly not been possessed by some Rahula, Chaos Demon God, or something like that?"

Boom—!!!

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

Yuanshi's face filled with fury, and his voice carried a low, heavy edge.

"Do you wish to have a round with this Daoist?!"

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti immediately fled using escape techniques.

As he left, Zhun Ti even said outright.

"You dead tsundere! We cultivated together in the Purple Cloud Palace for so many years—who does not know who you are? Keep pretending, then!"

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

Yet he could not directly chase after them and fight. He still had to maintain a Saint's bearing.

Nuwa wore an expression of someone eagerly watching the drama. She coughed twice and said.

"Three senior brothers, then I'll be leaving first?"

Laozi lightly patted Yuanshi's shoulder, dispersing the aura around him. He smiled and said.

"We shall return as well. Farewell, junior sister."

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

Within the Celestial Abode, the aura of a late-stage Mystic Immortal poured forth.

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

I originally planned to stabilize my cultivation, but after eating the pills and Immortal Fruits rewarded by the Diary, I broke through again.

Who said cultivation was difficult? Cultivation is not difficult at all, all right? You need to look for the reason within yourself!

Dong—

"Disciples of the Three Teachings, swiftly come to the Eight Scenery Palace to discuss matters!"