Buzhou Mountain.
After the Twelve Ancestral Witches drove back Zhunti, Jieyin, Di Jun, and Donghuang Taiyi, the other beings knew they were no match for the Witch Clan and could only disperse.
Elsewhere, Di Jun knew she could not gain anything, but she was unwilling to leave just like that.
Her gaze remained fixed on the Innate Gourd Vine behind the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"Big Sister, are we really leaving?" Donghuang Taiyi transmitted her voice to Di Jun.
"Stay calm and watch what happens first. They won't be able to divide those gourds fairly," Di Jun said.
The two reached an understanding and waited nearby for an opportunity.
Meanwhile.
Gonggong spoke in a muffled voice, "This gourd vine was nurtured by the mountain formed from our Father God Pangu's spine. It should rightfully belong to the Witch Clan!"
The moment she said this, the Three Pure Ones reacted. They, too, sensed that these gourds were fated to them.
Laozi stepped forward with a calm expression and said, "That is not quite right, fellow Witch Clan cultivators. We were formed from Pangu's primordial spirit and are also Father God's orthodox descendants. Since this is an Innate Spiritual Root, all who encounter it deserve a share. How can your Witch Clan monopolize it?"
Though Tongtian Sect Master said nothing, his expression was equally grave.
Fuxi smiled and tried to mediate. "Fellow cultivators, we are all acquainted with Fellow Daoist Chu. This is a spiritual treasure of heaven and earth, and the virtuous should possess it. My sister and I are unworthy, but we too wish to find a home for these gourds."
The atmosphere instantly grew tense, and Chu Feng became somewhat anxious. He was familiar with both the Witch Clan and Fuxi and Nuwa, so he could not favor either side.
As for the Three Pure Ones, he could be considered acquainted with them as well. Moreover, they were future saints. Making enemies of them was clearly not something he wanted to see.
There were only seven gourds, no matter how one looked at it, not enough to divide among everyone.
Zhurong and Gonggong exchanged glances as the power of laws surged around them. They looked ready to start fighting again at the slightest disagreement.
Dijiang saw Chu Feng's predicament and came up with an idea. "Everyone, I have already reached a conclusion on how these seven gourds should be distributed."
"Big Sister, how should these seven gourds be divided?"
The witches asked curiously.
Dijiang smiled. "Our Witch Clan owes Fellow Daoist Chu a debt of gratitude. We have no way to repay such kindness. These mere seven Innate Gourds are not enough to repay even a fraction of it. I, Dijiang, shall make the decision: all seven gourds will be gifted to Fellow Daoist Chu."
Nuwa was stunned for a moment, then smiled sweetly and was the first to state her position. "My sister and I are neighbors of the Witch Clan cultivators and are acquainted with Big Brother Chu. We have no objections."
Yuanshi and Tongtian turned their gazes toward Laozi.
"Senior Chu and I can be considered old acquaintances. They are merely a few gourds. My two younger brothers and I can simply forgo them."
"Agreed!"
Laozi made the final decision, and Yuanshi immediately echoed him.
Because all three factions knew Chu Feng, they unexpectedly reached an agreement.
A smile appeared on Dijiang's face. She personally stepped forward, plucked the seven gourds from the Innate Gourd Vine one by one, and delivered them before Chu Feng.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, accept them."
Just as Chu Feng was about to take them, an unexpected change occurred.
"Attack!"
A furious shout suddenly rang out.
Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, who had been secretly hiding nearby, struck at once.
"Solar True Fire, burn the eight wildernesses!"
Boundless Solar True Fire transformed into the phantoms of two enormous three-legged golden crows, one on each side, pouncing directly toward Chu Feng.
"Courting death!" Dijiang roared in fury.
"You shameless villains!" Nuwa snapped angrily.
The Solar True Fire instantly swallowed Chu Feng's figure, and savage smiles appeared on Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's faces.
When the flames dispersed, Chu Feng stood where he was, holding the seven gourds as he looked coldly at them.
"Want to play with fire? Then I'll use water to suppress fire!"
Chu Feng's expression turned stern as a cold gleam flashed through his eyes. He instantly cast a technique. "Primordial Three Thousand Dao Laws, third divine ability—Mysterious Ice Breaks Through the Void!"
In an instant, dark clouds churned across the sky. Frigid light descended from the horizon, and countless masses of mysterious ice condensed in the void before crashing heavily toward Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.
"Not good!" Di Jun cried out in shock.
Donghuang Taiyi had just wanted to summon the Chaos Bell when she realized it was already too late.
Chu Feng's cultivation had already reached the perfected early stage of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm, and the Primordial Three Thousand Dao Laws came from the Chaos World, making them extraordinarily powerful.
Before the two of them could react, the absolute gap in strength had already left them severely injured.
For a moment, the entire scene fell silent.
"Cough, cough..."
Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi struggled to their feet. When they looked at Chu Feng again, there was no longer the slightest greed in their eyes.
"Go!"
Di Jun made a swift decision, and she and Donghuang Taiyi transformed into two streaks of golden light as they fled.
"Where do you think you're going? You dared to ambush Fellow Daoist Chu! Today, I will destroy both your bodies and souls!"
Zhurong was the first to recover and wanted to pursue them.
"Little Sister Zhurong, don't chase them. Otherwise, we may become entangled in karma and trigger the calamity too early," Chu Feng hurriedly stopped her.
"Then I'll listen to Fellow Daoist Chu."
Zhurong forcibly suppressed the fury in her heart and restrained her temper.
At present, the Witch Clan was not powerful enough. They were still unable to defy the Heavenly Dao.
With their strength, they could certainly kill Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.
But if they provoked the Heavenly Dao's wrath and brought down punishment, it would only harm the Witch Clan.
After Zhurong returned, she gave Chu Feng a once-over and curled her lips into a smile. The other witches did the same.
The others were also examining Chu Feng, leaving him utterly confused.
Chu Feng did not think too much about it. He decided to distribute the gourds according to the Primordial World's original course of events.
He already possessed two Chaos Supreme Treasures, so these gourds were of little use to him.
Besides, he intended to give one to Hong Yun. One part of the system's mission required him to save Hong Yun.
If Hong Yun did not have the Nine-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd and was killed by Kunpeng, then his mission would be impossible to complete.
"Little Nuwa, fellow Three Pure Ones, take these gourds. Oh, and Little Nuwa, this gourd vine will be of great use to you in the future, so take it as well."
Chu Feng casually tossed them out and distributed the gourds.
"Thank you... Senior."
"Thank you, Big Brother Chu."
Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Nuwa spoke at the same time, yet their gazes remained fixed on Chu Feng.
"What is going on? Little Nuwa, fellow Three Pure Ones, and all you Witch Clan cultivators, why are you looking at me like that? Could it be that you think my distribution was unfair?" Chu Feng asked, full of confusion.
"Cough, cough. Fellow Daoist Chu, that is not right. Since our Witch Clan gave the gourds to you, how you distribute them is your freedom. We have no objections."
Dijiang coughed lightly and said no more, merely keeping her gaze on Chu Feng.
"Big Sister is right. Fellow Daoist Chu, you are overthinking it. You are a friend of the Witch Clan, so how could we have any objections?" Zhujiuyin said calmly, her gaze still lingering on Chu Feng.
Houtu's face was as red as an apple. From time to time, she glanced at Chu Feng, then turned her head away.
What was going on?
Everyone's reactions left Chu Feng completely bewildered.
Chu Feng was baffled. Why were they looking at him like that?
Was there something wrong with him?
"Little Nuwa, Little Sister Houtu, Little Sister Zhurong, is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like this?" Chu Feng asked in surprise.
With a blush on her face, Nuwa reminded him, "B-Big Brother Chu, your daoist robe... was burned away..."
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