Six Saints Arrive Together, the Two Sages of the West Used as Slave Labor!

Hou Yi returned to the Witch Race and headed straight for Pangu Hall.

"Big Brother, Big Brother! Where are you? Stop digging Buzhou Mountain already!"

Dijiang instantly appeared before Hou Yi.

He directly covered Hou Yi's mouth and teleported with him into Pangu Hall.

"Do you know how confidential the plan to dig through Buzhou Mountain is?!"

"You just announced it so openly—what if word reaches the Demon Race?"

Hou Yi pushed Dijiang's hand away and said helplessly, "Big Brother, I already told Baize about it."

Dijiang's pupils shrank slightly, an astonished expression appearing on his face.

"What? So you're an undercover agent for the Witch Race?"

Hou Yi rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

"Big Brother, what are you even thinking? It was Li Yuan, the Sage's direct disciple, who set up the Eight Great Arenas, and then..."

He swiftly explained the plan for the Eight Great Arenas to Dijiang.

Dijiang stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before nodding slightly.

"Not a bad plan. If Quasi-Sages are allowed to fight, then I can finally beat Dijun openly and fairly."

"And that blasted ranking list—when the time comes, it'll definitely be filled with names from our Witch Race."

"In one-on-one combat, the Demon Court is simply no match for our Witch Race."

A sharp gleam flashed in Hou Yi's eyes as he nodded repeatedly.

"Exactly, exactly, that's what I thought too. The Demon Court is going to lose miserably."

With a wave of his hand, Dijiang swiftly summoned the remaining Ancestral Witches to discuss the specific candidates for battle.

At the same time, Baize returned to the Demon Court and respectfully bowed to Dijun.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Li Yuan, the Sage's direct disciple, has established the Eight Great Arenas. This minister believes..."

He likewise told Dijun about the Eight Great Arenas.

Just as he was considering how to persuade the Demon Court to participate, Dijun suddenly swept out his hand, slammed it onto the desk, and rose with a smile.

"Good, good, good! I've long found that brute Dijiang unpleasant to look at."

"Now I finally have a chance to beat him openly and fairly. Everyone says our Demon Court is inferior to the Witch Race in one-on-one combat."

"Then we shall ruthlessly monopolize that ranking list and let all beings of the Primordial World witness the might of our Demon Court!"

Baize raised an eyebrow. Things seemed to be proceeding even more smoothly than he had imagined.

"This minister obeys Your Majesty's decree. I shall summon the Demon Saints at once."

Both the Wu-Demon sides were intensely discussing who should be sent to fight in the arenas.

After all, they would be appearing on the rankings. This concerned the honor of the Witch Race and Demon Race alike; it was no trivial matter.

If the Witch Race placed above the Demon Court on the rankings, or the Demon Court placed above the Witch Race—

they would be mocked for a full thousand years. Neither side could afford such humiliation.

Meanwhile, the Three Pure Ones had gathered within the Human Ancestral Hall.

Li Yuan laid out all the thoughts in his heart.

If the Eight Great Arenas were to truly be launched and run well, they would ultimately need the support of the three Sages.

"What comes next mainly requires the cooperation and assistance of my two Martial Uncles."

Yuanshi nodded slightly and replied with a calm smile, "Junior Martial Nephew, speak freely. What do you need your Martial Uncle to do?"

Tongtian, meanwhile, brought forth the Four Swords of Immortal Execution and answered with a vicious look on his face.

"Yuan'er, just tell your Martial Uncle who you want cut down. Your Martial Uncle will definitely do it without another word."

In an instant, two death stares descended upon Tongtian.

Tongtian swallowed and hurriedly put away the Four Swords of Immortal Execution, then sat upright with solemn composure.

Li Yuan sighed helplessly as well.

His Third Martial Uncle had not even grown up himself, yet he dared proclaim that ten thousand immortals would come to court. The Interception Sect's destruction was hardly undeserved.

"Both Martial Uncles are foremost masters of artifact forging and formations in the Primordial World."

"This nephew has an immature idea: first, establish a formation. Those who pay may enter and take their seats; those who do not pay must not be allowed to glimpse the scenes within."

Tongtian nodded slightly and patted his chest in reply.

"Junior Martial Nephew, rest assured. This formation will be easy to arrange. When the time comes, even Sages will be unable to peer into the scenes within."

Li Yuan naturally had complete faith in Tongtian's Formation Dao.

"Second, I hope my two Martial Uncles can work together to refine a magical treasure, supplementing it with the power of formations."

"Let spectators willing to pay extra experience an Immersive Experience. For instance, when two people battle, the treasure and formation can draw them into it."

"This will greatly enhance their insights as well. I believe many people will be willing to pay."

Laozi clapped his hands and smiled, repeatedly nodding in praise. "Immersive Experience—this idea is truly excellent. Second Brother, Third Brother, can you manage it?"

Li Yuan did not beat around the bush and said bluntly, "When the time comes, thirty percent of the profits from the Eight Great Arenas' Immersive Experience will go to Second Martial Uncle, another thirty percent to Third Martial Uncle, and twenty percent as filial respect for Master."

As for the remaining twenty percent, there was naturally no need to say more.

Yuanshi coughed twice, made a quick calculation of the profits involved, and said with a smile, "This Daoist does not care about profits or anything. I mainly want to take on the challenge."

Tongtian solemnly cupped his hands in reply. "This Daoist is the same."

Li Yuan continued, offering another brilliant idea.

"Next, we can refine another magical treasure to work in tandem with a formation. This treasure need not be too exquisite; it will be sold to fellow Daoists willing to pay extra."

"The treasure's sole function will be to recreate scenes of battle. A formation will also be set up, and it cannot be lent out—it must be bound to the purchaser."

"As for the profits from selling this treasure, they will likewise follow the previous three-three-two split."

A smile had already appeared on Yuanshi's face as he praised, "Junior Martial Nephew, Junior Martial Nephew—every time, you come up with some new trick for me. Your Martial Uncle agrees. I will work with Third Brother to refine it as soon as possible."

Tongtian solemnly cupped his hands in reply. "Me too!"

Li Yuan said cheerfully, "In that case, your nephew will go deal with the other matters."

The Eight Great Arenas were about to open, and there was still much work to be done.

No sooner had he left than the two bald men appeared in the Human Ancestral Hall.

Jie Yin asked with a curious look on his face, "We noticed the movements of several fellow Daoists earlier. What are you doing?"

A look of disgust instantly surfaced on Tongtian's face, and he was just about to meet them needle for needle.

But Yuanshi, beside him, pressed down on his shoulder and said with a smile, "If This Daoist remembers correctly, you two fellow Daoists have both been studying the Dao of Great Dreams, yes?"

Zhun Ti nodded slightly and said with a cheerful smile, "Correct. When it comes to the Dao of Great Dreams, this poor monk and Senior Brother are unquestionably the foremost in the Primordial World."

Yuanshi's eyes lit up as he said softly, "This Daoist has a business proposition. If you two fellow Daoists take part, each of you may receive ten percent of the profits."

"I expect it will be of great use in revitalizing the Western Sect."

So long as there were benefits to be had, the Two Sages of the West had no reason to refuse.

"We'll make a plan!"

Li Yuan knew nothing of this. He had just summoned Zhao Gongming.

"Junior Brother, I'll leave the collection and accounting of fees from paying spectators to you. Winged Immortal will take your place as referee."

Zhao Gongming scratched his head somewhat nervously. "Senior Brother, can I really do this?"

Li Yuan suddenly stared at Zhao Gongming with great seriousness. "Junior Brother, in your Senior Brother's heart, you are the God of Wealth born by Heaven itself. If I say you can do it, then you can do it!"

Seeing the utter trust in Li Yuan's eyes, Zhao Gongming said, "Alright. I can do it. I can. I'm the God of Wealth—I definitely can!"

As the two spoke, an unfamiliar aura descended.

"Amitabha. Greetings, fellow Daoists."