Three Pure Ones in Name, Strangers in Truth!

Seeing Taiqing obediently hand over the treasure, Zhurong and Gonggong casually tossed the bruised and battered Taiqing back to Yuanshi's side.

Zhurong then clapped his hands and said in a deep, muffled voice:

"If you dare impersonate Pangu's Orthodoxy again, handing over one treasure won't be enough!"

Gonggong grinned and chimed in:

"That's right. If there's a next time, you'll have to give us Kunlun Mountain!"

The moment those words left his mouth.

Zhurong and Gonggong unexpectedly exchanged glances at the same time, a gleam flashing through both their eyes.

Yuanshi hurriedly caught Taiqing, who had been beaten until he looked like a pig-headed wreck, and was about to call Tongtian over to leave together.

Yet after looking around, there was no sign of Tongtian anywhere.

He turned to Taiqing and asked:

"Big Brother, have you seen Third Brother?"

Taiqing looked somewhat dazed and merely shook his head woodenly.

Seeing his distracted expression, Yuanshi assumed he was distressed over the treasure and casually said:

"Big Brother, there is no need to be like this!"

"We are the Dao Ancestor's direct disciples, and we possess three strands of Primordial Violet Qi."

"Once we three brothers attain the Dao and become Saints, with my Primordial Supreme Treasure, the Pangu Banner—"

"Then, whether it is Qin Xuan or all the Ancestral Witches, the humiliation we suffered today will be repaid tenfold!"

Hearing this, Taiqing nodded woodenly again.

At this moment, he felt utterly miserable, his mind filled with questions.

How had things ended up like this?!

Back when he had first taken form, he traveled the Primordial World.

Although his cultivation had not been high, he had been full of spirit and had never suffered any real losses.

Why had everything changed ever since he came to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao?

His cultivation had grown higher and higher.

But the beatings he took had also become harsher and harsher.

This was so stifling!

He had been transformed from Pangu's primordial spirit.

He was the eldest of the Three Pure Ones, the Dao Ancestor's direct disciple!

He could not help asking himself: he had never actively provoked anyone, had he?

Memories spanning countless ages churned ceaselessly through his sea of consciousness.

After a moment, his emotions surged, and he could not help glancing at Yuanshi.

It was all this idiot's fault!

The first time they listened to the Dao, he offended Hou Tu.

At Buzhou Mountain, Jieyin and Zhunti egged him into snatching the gourd, causing him to lose the title of Pangu's Orthodoxy.

The second time they listened to the Dao, he went and offended Hou Tu again.

As a result, Qin Xuan beat him into a dead dog, and Taiqing was dragged into being brutally beaten by the Ancestral Witches as well.

The third time they listened to the Dao, Duke Dong stirred him up, and he forgot that he had long since given away the title of Pangu's Orthodoxy, only to be caught red-handed by Qin Xuan.

This idiot himself had been mostly fine, yet he had once again dragged Taiqing into being beaten into a pig head by the Ancestral Witches.

Even the All Heavens Celebration Cloud, the supreme treasure he had just obtained, was gone.

All the misfortunes he had suffered over the years flashed vividly through his mind at this moment.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously shook off Yuanshi's hand and moved a little farther away from him.

Then he let out a long sigh toward the heavens:

"Had I known this would happen, I never should have come to listen to the Dao!"

At the same time, he secretly made up his mind:

Even if he had to offend Hongjun in the future.

He absolutely could not provoke Hou Tu or Qin Xuan!

At this moment, Yuanshi also noticed that something was off with Taiqing and felt rather puzzled.

What was wrong with Big Brother?

Wasn't it just the loss of the All Heavens Celebration Cloud?

What was the big deal?

Didn't he still have the Pangu Banner?

Just then, Tongtian suddenly appeared, unable to hide the excitement on his face.

The Dao Ancestor had just summoned him to Zixiao Palace, where he had obtained an enormous opportunity!

Yuanshi frowned.

Big Brother and I were getting beaten, yet you, Tongtian, were actually happy?

He stepped forward and demanded unhappily:

"Tongtian, what do you mean by this?"

"You're happy to see Big Brother and me getting beaten?"

Tongtian's expression immediately darkened. He simply turned his head away, too lazy to pay Yuanshi any attention.

Yuanshi grew even more confused.

What was wrong with these two?

Why were neither of them paying attention to him?

Just like that, the three brothers all wore grim expressions and kept their distance from one another.

Silently, they headed toward the Chaos Sea, preparing to return to Kunlun Mountain.

Nearby, Qin Xuan took everything in and could not help laughing inwardly.

They really are fake brothers through and through.

Three Pure Ones in name, strangers in truth.

Afterward, Qin Xuan walked toward the Treasure Distribution Rock.

It was time to reap the harvest!

The Ancestral Witches followed closely behind, each carrying a sack on their backs once more, their faces full of excitement.

The onlookers' eyes all turned red with envy. They had seen it with their own eyes just now.

There were at least several dozen Innate Spiritual Treasures on the Treasure Distribution Rock, and they were about to all fall into Qin Xuan's hands.

Taiyi felt somewhat anxious and sent Dijun a voice transmission:

"Brother, should we make a move? We can't just watch all the treasures get taken away by the Ancestral Witches!"

Dijun replied calmly:

"No. If we push Qin Xuan to Duke Dong's side because of this, the losses would outweigh the gains!"

Duke Dong's side was likewise restraining the members of the Immortal Court.

They all came to the same unspoken conclusion: even if they gained nothing, they absolutely could not offend Qin Xuan and the Ancestral Witches, much less push them into the opposing camp.

Thus, under the envious gazes of the many great powers, Qin Xuan and the Ancestral Witches arrived before the Treasure Distribution Rock.

Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin also withdrew their true Ancestral Witch forms at the right moment.

However, in the next instant, Qin Xuan and all the Ancestral Witches were completely dumbfounded.

The Treasure Distribution Rock was bare. There was not even the shadow of a spiritual treasure left.

Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin were filled with confusion.

Their true Ancestral Witch forms, millions of zhang tall, had surrounded the entire Treasure Distribution Rock tightly.

They had not seen anyone enter at all!

Zhurong could not help letting out a mournful howl:

"Ah!!!"

"My spiritual treasures!"

"My spiritual treasures..."

The onlookers all curled their lips, thinking:

We know all the spiritual treasures are yours. Why are you shouting so loudly?

Inside Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun wore a smile.

Did they really think this Creation Jade Plate of his was for nothing?

When he saw the Ancestral Witches rush out of Zixiao Palace, he immediately sensed that things were going badly.

How could he let the Ancestral Witches sweep up so many treasures?

Rather than let the Ancestral Witches take everything, it would be better to give them to the Three Pure Ones.

If the Three Pure Ones took them, they would at least remember his favor!

If Qin Xuan and the Ancestral Witches took them, it would already be good enough if they did not mock him in their hearts.

Thus, he instantly activated the power of a Saint and retrieved every treasure from the Treasure Distribution Rock.

Then, using the power of a Saint, he left identical projections and auras of the treasures in their original places.

When he saw the Ancestral Witches' million-zhang-tall figures encircle the Treasure Distribution Rock, he found it even more amusing.

After all, everyone had seen that there were treasures on the Treasure Distribution Rock.

Then, after the Ancestral Witches surrounded it, the treasures disappeared. If the Ancestral Witches had not taken them, who else could have?

Even Qin Xuan would find it hard to deny it!

Before the Treasure Distribution Rock.

The Ancestral Witches also realized what had happened.

Who besides that old bastard Hongjun could have taken away all the treasures right under their noses?

In an instant, the Ancestral Witches' fury soared to the heavens.

Dijiang roared:

"Qin Xuan, let's go!"

"We'll form the Thirteen Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation!"

"We'll tear down Zixiao Palace itself!"

Zhu Jiuyin also said resentfully:

"That's right. If that old bastard Hongjun doesn't return the spiritual treasures—"

"We'll carry off his Zixiao Palace!"