Distributing the Gourds

Buzhou Mountain.

After the Twelve Ancestral Witches repelled Zhunti, Jieyin, Di Jun, and Donghuang Taiyi, the other beings, knowing they were no match for the Witch Clan, dispersed.

On the other side, Di Jun knew he wouldn't gain any advantage, but he was unwilling to retreat just like that.

Her gaze was fixed on the Innate Gourd Vine behind the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Sister, are we really going to leave?" Donghuang Taiyi transmitted to Di Jun.

"Be patient, let's see how things unfold. They won't be able to divide these gourds evenly," Di Jun said.

The two reached an understanding and looked for an opportunity from the side.

Meanwhile.

Gonggong spoke in a deep voice, "This gourd vine was nurtured by the mountain formed from the spine of our Father God Pangu, so it rightfully belongs to our Witch Clan!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Three Pure Ones reacted. They also felt a connection to these gourds.

Laozi, with a calm expression, stepped forward and said, "That is not entirely correct, Fellow Witch Clan Daoist. We are formed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit and are the true inheritors of Father God. This Innate Spiritual Root should be shared by whoever finds it; how can your Witch Clan monopolize it?"

Tongtian Sect Master, though silent, also had a grave expression.

Fuxi smiled and tried to mediate, "Esteemed Fellow Daoists, we all know Fellow Daoist Chu. This is a spiritual treasure of heaven and earth, and it belongs to the virtuous. My sister and I are not talented, but we also wish to find a home for these gourds."

The atmosphere instantly tensed. Chu Feng also felt a bit anxious. He was familiar with both the Witch Clan and Fuxi and Nuwa, and he couldn't show favoritism to any side.

As for the Three Pure Ones, he also knew them, and moreover, the Three Pure Ones were future Saints. Making enemies of them was clearly not something he wanted to see.

Seven gourds were clearly not enough for everyone.

Zhurong and Gonggong exchanged glances, their surrounding law powers surging. It looked like they were about to fight again.

Dijiang saw Chu Feng's predicament and had an idea. "Everyone, I have already decided how these seven gourds will be distributed."

"Eldest Sister, how will these seven gourds be distributed?"

The other witches asked curiously.

Dijiang smiled. "Our Witch Clan owes Fellow Daoist Chu a great debt of gratitude. We have no way to repay this kindness. A mere seven Innate Gourds are not enough to repay even a fraction of it. I, Dijiang, decree that these seven gourds shall all be gifted to Fellow Daoist Chu."

Nuwa was stunned for a moment, then smiled charmingly and was the first to express her agreement. "The Witch Clan Daoists are our neighbors, and I also know Brother Chu. My sister and I have no objections."

Yuanshi and Tongtian's gazes turned to Laozi.

"Senior Chu and I are old acquaintances. We don't need a gourd; my two brothers and I will forgo it."

"Good!"

Laozi made the final decision, and Yuanshi readily agreed.

The three factions, because they all knew Chu Feng, unexpectedly reached an agreement.

Dijiang's face broke into a smile. She personally stepped forward, plucked the seven gourds from the Innate Gourd Vine one by one, and presented them to Chu Feng.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, please accept them."

Just as Chu Feng was taking them, an unexpected event occurred.

"Attack!"

A furious roar suddenly rang out.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, who had been hiding quietly, instantly attacked.

"Solar True Fire, incinerate the eight directions!"

Infinite Solar True Fire transformed into two giant three-legged Golden Crow phantoms, one on the left and one on the right, lunging straight at Chu Feng.

"You're courting death!" Dijiang roared in fury.

"Shameless scoundrels!" Nuwa exclaimed angrily.

The Solar True Fire instantly engulfed Chu Feng's figure. Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi wore ferocious smiles.

As the flames dispersed, Chu Feng stood in place, holding the seven gourds, and looked at them with cold eyes.

"You want to play with fire? I'll counter fire with water!"

Chu Feng's expression turned stern, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He instantly cast a spell: "Primordial Three Thousand Dao Laws, Third Style Spiritual Power, Mysterious Ice Breaks Through the Void!"

Instantly, dark clouds churned across the sky, and icy light descended from the heavens. Countless mysterious ice shards condensed in the void and heavily bombarded Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

"Not good!" Di Jun exclaimed in alarm.

Donghuang Taiyi wanted to summon the Chaos Bell but found it was too late.

Chu Feng's cultivation had reached the initial stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal perfection. The Primordial Three Thousand Dao Laws originated from the Chaos World and were extremely powerful.

Under the absolute difference in strength, before the two could react, they were already severely injured.

For a moment, the entire scene was deathly silent.

"Cough... cough..."

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi struggled to get up, their gazes towards Chu Feng devoid of any greed.

"Let's go!"

Di Jun made up his mind instantly, and Donghuang Taiyi transformed into two streams of golden light and fled.

"Where do you think you're going! How dare you sneak attack Fellow Daoist Chu! Today, I will utterly destroy both of your souls!"

Zhurong was the first to react, wanting to pursue the two.

"Sister Zhurong, don't chase them. We don't want to get entangled in karma and start a calamity prematurely," Chu Feng quickly called out to stop her.

"Then we'll listen to Fellow Daoist Chu."

Zhurong suppressed the anger in her heart, doing her best to control her temper.

Currently, their Witch Clan's strength was not enough to resist the Heavenly Dao.

With their power, they could indeed kill Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

However, if they angered the Heavenly Dao and incurred punishment, it would only bring disaster to the Witch Clan.

After Zhurong returned, she took a look at Chu Feng and smiled. The other witches did the same.

The others also looked at Chu Feng, leaving him utterly confused.

Chu Feng didn't overthink it. He decided to follow the established plot of the Primordial World and distribute the gourds.

He already possessed two Chaos Supreme Treasures, so the gourd was of no use to him.

Moreover, he had planned to give one to Hong Yun. A system quest required him to save Hong Yun.

If she didn't have the Nine-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd and was killed by Kunpeng, his quest would fail.

"Little Wa, Fellow Daoists of the Three Pure Ones, take these gourds. Oh, and Little Wa, this gourd vine will be of great use to you in the future, so take it as well."

Chu Feng tossed them over, distributing the gourds.

"Thank you... Senior."

"Thank you, Brother Chu."

Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Nuwa said in unison, their gazes fixed on Chu Feng.

"What's going on? Little Wa, Fellow Daoists of the Three Pure Ones, and all you Fellow Daoists of the Witch Clan, why are you looking at me like that? Are you perhaps blaming me for distributing them unfairly?" Chu Feng asked, full of confusion.

"Ahem, Fellow Daoist Chu, that's not quite right. Since our Witch Clan gave the gourds to you, how you distribute them is your prerogative. We have no objections."

Dijiang coughed lightly, saying no more, but her gaze remained on Chu Feng.

"Big Sister is right. Fellow Daoist Chu, you're thinking too much. You are a friend of the Witch Clan, how could we possibly have any objections?" Zhujiuyin said calmly, her eyes still fixed on Chu Feng.

Houtu's face blushed like an apple, and she would glance at Chu Feng occasionally before quickly looking away.

What was going on?

Everyone's reaction left Chu Feng bewildered.

Chu Feng was completely clueless. Why were they all looking at him like that?

Was there something wrong with him?

"Little Wa, Sister Houtu, Sister Zhurong, is there something on my face? Why are you all staring at me like that?" Chu Feng asked in surprise.

Nuwa, blushing, reminded him, "Brother Chu, your Daoist robe... it's been burned off..."