Yuanshi: "The Naturally Evil Western Baldy!"

Hou Yi crossed his arms, striking a victor's pose as he swaggered with bravado.

Behind him, the Witch Race were already in tears, muttering under their breath, "I can't do it. I really can't."

Li Yuan, meanwhile, had a face full of black lines. There was no need for competitiveness to reach this level.

He suddenly thought of a problem that might arise now.

It was entirely possible for the Witch and Demon races to both take a liking to the same Human at the same time.

After all, no matter how numerous the Human Race was, they still intermarried with the Witch and Demon races.

Moreover, the Human Race also needed to intermarry among themselves, with Humans as the main focus.

If the Witch and Demon races both set their sights on the same Human, that would be troublesome.

Li Yuan pondered for a moment, and a brilliant idea popped into his head.

"If the Witch and Demon races truly both take a liking to the same Human in the future, I have a solution here."

Baize lightly waved his feather fan, too lazy to bother with the brute Hou Yi, and asked with a smile, "Young friend, do tell."

Li Yuan spoke bluntly, "We can simply hold a martial contest to choose a spouse, set up a formation arena, and leave that to Junior Brother Duobao—he's skilled in formations."

As soon as he said this, Duobao instantly stepped forward, raised his hand, and declared loudly, "In the realm of formations, This Daoist is the authority!"

Li Yuan continued cheerfully, "We can just let the Witch and Demon sides fight it out to decide who gets to court."

"Secondly, we can also hold more of these events regularly."

"Every living being has a mindset of admiring the strong. On the arena, victory and defeat decide the outcome. I think neither the Witch nor Demon races would be sore losers, right?"

Earlier, he had said to use the Human Race as a buffer between the Witch and Demon races.

Now, this method of a martial contest to choose a spouse was clearly a good idea.

At the same time, every time he thought of the outcome of the Witch-Demon Calamity, Li Yuan couldn't stop sighing.

Li Yuan also wrote down the consequences of the Witch-Demon Calamity in his diary all at once.

[Witch-Demon Calamity: In the end, the Witch and Demon races fight to the death. Dijun loses nine of his ten sons. The Twelve Ancestral Witches cease to exist. The Primordial World is plunged into misery. It's a total loss.]

Inside Biyou Palace, Yuanshi saw the outcome of the Witch-Demon Calamity and was inwardly astonished.

"The Master truly had foresight, having us resolve the conflict between the Witch and Demon races."

"If it really turns out as Junior Martial Nephew Yuan said, the consequences would be unbearable."

"A day of turmoil affecting the entire Primordial World—such a tragedy, I imagine no one wants to face it."

"And Daoist Dijun actually lost nine of his sons—what a terrifying price to pay."

He was never one for a warlike nature.

So when he saw the result of the Witch-Demon Calamity, he was deeply shaken.

[Dijun finally got married, two wives, hadn't even enjoyed it yet, when his ten sons were tricked down to the lower realm by the two Western Saints, ultimately leading to tragedy. How sad, how lamentable.]

Yuanshi instantly clenched his fists, his eyelids drooping slightly, his face darkening.

"Those inherently evil Western baldies actually committed such a heinous act."

"The Master said to resolve the conflict between the Witch and Demon races, but their actions are unworthy of being saints!"

"If they make the slightest move, This Daoist will surely go all out to stop them."

[I don't know why the two Western Saints have such black hearts, actually making Dijun's ten sons attack the Human Race. They've mastered the art of killing with a borrowed knife. I hope it doesn't happen.]

In an instant, the Three Pure Ones in the Eight Scenery Palace all saw the contents of the diary.

Three gazes, cold and dark, directly covered Mount Sumeru.

As saints, they still had this much ability.

At that moment, Jie Yin, Zhun Ti, and Ran Deng were discussing the Dao in the Buddha hall.

"Amitabha, the Western Sect has a bright future. I believe that under our leadership, the Western Sect will one day be no worse than the Three Teachings."

"Alas, but the spiritual veins of the West are a difficult problem to solve. The only intact spiritual vein left is Mount Sumeru."

"Two Sect Leaders, do not grieve. I believe that as long as we have firm perseverance, we will surely wear away the stone drop by drop and find sweetness after hardship."

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti nodded heavily.

It had to be said, Ran Deng was putting in far too much effort as Vice Sect Leader.

It even made Zhun Ti want to hand over the position of Sect Leader to him.

The result was that Ran Deng refused with righteous indignation.

"The two founders are the very foundation of our Western Sect. Since the founders have taken me in and trusted me so deeply, this poor monk will surely repay a drop of water with a gushing spring!"

Every time Ran Deng spoke such words.

The Two Sages of the West would share a single thought in their hearts.

"I truly am despicable. I actually suspected Ran Deng of being a spy sent by Yuanshi."

Zhun Ti suddenly furrowed his brow and murmured.

"Why do I have a bad feeling?"

Jie Yin looked around and said softly.

"Is something wrong? Why does it feel so cold?"

Ran Deng spoke the key point.

"Someone is releasing malice toward us!"

Jie Yin summoned the Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit, performed a brief divination, and suddenly lifted his head.

"The Three Pure Ones—are they insane? Why are they staring at us?!"

"We've never left the Western lands of the Primordial World. Who have we provoked or offended?"

The Three Pure Ones, unaware of each other's actions, each left a harsh word for the Two Sages of the West.

Laozi: "I hope that when you two Daoist friends revive the Western Sect, you will also consider the other living beings of the Primordial World."

Yuanshi: "This Daoist warns you—the Teacher said to resolve the conflict between the Witch and Demon races. Remember that!"

Tongtian: "If you stir up trouble, I'll beat you to death. If you don't, I won't beat you!"

As the voices faded, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti looked at each other and couldn't help but complain.

"Are they sick? Did something provoke them?"

"I'm furious. I haven't done anything, and Tongtian wants to smash me. Has his brain been replaced by the Four Swords of Immortal Execution?"

Ran Deng pondered for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"The three saints all seem to be speaking of the Calamity."

"Is it because, throughout the Calamity, it has always been the disciples of their Three Teachings who have been active?"

"Could it be that they think our Western Sect hasn't contributed, and that's why they're complaining?"

Jie Yin nodded slightly and murmured.

"What the Daoist friend says does hold some truth."

Zhun Ti let out a disdainful snort.

"I've said it before—the Western Sect is poor. We have only a few disciples. But it does seem about time for them to go down the mountain and train."

Ran Deng said softly.

"In that case, why not summon Yaoshi, Maitreya, Dizang, and Da Shizhi, and have them go down the mountain together to resolve the Witch-Demon conflict?"

The Two Sages of the West spoke in unison: "Excellent!"

At the same time, after Li Yuan's words fell, the Three Pure Ones also understood the consequences of the Witch-Demon Calamity's outbreak, so naturally they had to back Li Yuan.

The Witch and Demon races were both indignant—why should the mighty Witch and Demon races hold a martial contest to seek a spouse for the sake of the weak Human Race?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Only when the Three Pure Ones' nuclear-benevolent figures appeared behind Li Yuan.

"I wonder how the two seniors have considered it?"

Baize and Hou Yi exchanged a glance. For the first time in the Primordial World, the Witch and Demon races reached a consensus and replied in unison.

"A martial contest to seek a spouse is the most brilliant idea we've heard in all these years. It must be carried out!"

Li Yuan was beaming from the praise and waved his hand.

"Hehe, you flatter me, you flatter me!"

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