Hongjun Flips the Table! Xuanzheng: Don't Be Angry, Dao Ancestor-Your Emotions Are Merit Too!

Within the Demon Clan Heavenly Court, Di Jun's handsome yet gloomy face remained fixed on the River Diagram and Luo Script.

The Witch Clan's originally dim star point now shone with dazzling brilliance as though pumped full of stimulants. It was also tightly linked to Buzhou Mountain's fortune, forming an "iron barrel formation" that made his eyelids twitch wildly!

"Pangu... If they truly awaken some forbidden existence, I'm afraid my position as the Demon Clan's Heavenly Emperor will become unstable!" Di Jun's voice carried a trace of tremor.

Taiyi anxiously stamped his feet beside him, Solar True Fire blazing around his body. "Brother! What are we waiting for? Gather the demon gods and flatten Buzhou Mountain! Let's see what waves the Witch Clan can possibly make!"

Di Jun abruptly raised a hand, his gaze cold. "The information Bai Ze sent back is half true and half false. That brat Xuanzheng is as cunning as a fox. This move looks more like he is deliberately luring us into a trap and setting up a smokescreen!"

Though he said that, the supreme pressure originating from the two words "Pangu" weighed on his heart like ten thousand divine mountains, forcing even this Demon Emperor to temporarily suppress his urge to launch a direct assault.

The bizarre rise in Buzhou Mountain's fortune, and the violent deviation in the heavenly secrets caused by that "abnormally" stable divine mountain, had already destabilized his Dao Heart!

Meanwhile, within Zixiao Palace.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's eternally unruffled Dao charm rippled at last, like a thunderous explosion falling into a tranquil lake!

An unprecedented sense of "losing control" crazily grew in his heart like maggots clinging to bone!

He keenly sensed that streams of exceedingly subtle yet endless "power of all beings' emotions" were being forcibly stripped from the thoughts of countless living beings and harvested by a strange force he had never seen before!

That source... pointed directly at Buzhou Mountain! At that damned variable!

"Hmph!!"

A cold snort, carrying Heavenly Dao Majesty sufficient to crush eternity, tore through endless space. Like an invisible giant hand, it viciously slammed down toward that ant at Buzhou Mountain who had unsettled his Dao Heart!

[Warning! Warning! Strong malicious interference detected from the owner of the Heavenly Dao's final interpretation rights (ID: Old Thief Hongjun)! Target locked: Host! Please immediately flee with your head in your hands, or... slap him right back across the face!]

Xuanzheng was currently spraying spit as he directed a group of Great Witches to pour freshly produced "Pangu Divine Concrete PLUS Edition" into a newly discovered enormous ground fissure. The Alarm Sound from the Primordial World Bug Fixing Manual resounded through his mind, with effects more festive than New Year celebrations!

A terrifying pressure suddenly descended!

Its strength was enough to make an ordinary Quasi-Saint suffer a Dao Heart Collapse on the spot, kneel on the ground, and sing of surrender!

Yet the faint golden halo around Xuanzheng, woven from Pangu's Legacy and vast amounts of Heavenly Dao Merit, merely rippled gently.

That pressure, capable of crushing stars, vanished without a trace like March snow beneath the blazing sun!

"Hmm?!" Xuanzheng abruptly looked up toward the seemingly calm but secretly turbulent void. His face instantly filled with "extreme panic" and "deep confusion." His acting was so exquisite that even an Oscar statuette would have to carry his shoes!

"May... may I ask, Dao Ancestor!" His voice trembled with just the right amount of fear, yet carried clearly across the entire Buzhou Mountain construction site. Every word brimmed with "boundless grievance" and "righteous integrity":

"This junior, Xuanzheng, has led the Witch Clan in repairing the Primordial World ley lines day and night, making up for all sorts of flaws between Heaven and Earth. This... this is in accordance with Father God Pangu's final wish!"

"Every step we take is certified by the descent of splendid Heavenly Dao Merit! Dao Ancestor, you stand high above and overlook eternity. Could it be... could it be that your eyesight is poor today, that you have grown old and dim-sighted, and now intend to personally interfere with the completion of the Heavenly Dao Grand Trend, preventing us from contributing to the Primordial World?!"

"If... if this got out, wouldn't all beings of the Primordial World misunderstand you, Dao Ancestor... and think you were targeting Father God Pangu?!"

Inside Zixiao Palace, the corner of Dao Ancestor Hongjun's eternally unchanged face twitched violently beyond his control!

What a sharp-tongued little Witch brat!

What a filthy mouth that twisted black into white!

He actually dared to publicly pin enormous accusations like "old and dim-sighted," "interfering with the Heavenly Dao," and "targeting Pangu" on him—accusations enough to make his Dao Heart explode!

And he even used Heavenly Dao Merit to pressure him!

At the instant Hongjun's will deadlocked against the "Merit Turtle Shell" around Xuanzheng's body!

The [Karma Scale] silently appeared in Xuanzheng's left hand. It had an ancient design and was covered in mysterious Dao patterns that even he could barely understand.

He chuckled inwardly and silently recited, "Little darling, weigh this for me!"

"That old bastard Hongjun's tiny bit of 'desire for control,' 'urge to eliminate dissidents,' and 'strong impulse to pin me to the ground and rub me against it three hundred times' toward an 'outstanding Bug Fix Engineer' and 'Primordial World peace-building expert' like me..."

"Let's see how many Merit Points these 'Saint-grade negative emotions' are fucking worth! Can they drop something good for me?!"

[Karma Scale] let out a soft hum, and its light flashed brilliantly!

The scale beam rose sharply as though pumped full of stimulants!

[Ding! An exceptionally pure and highly concentrated Saint-Grade Negative Karma Aggregate has been detected!]

[Component analysis: 'Supreme desire for control—I alone reign over the eternal chessboard' (from Old Thief Hongjun, purity 99.99%), 'Intense urge to eliminate dissidents—how can another be allowed to snore beside my bed' (from Old Thief Hongjun, concentration off the charts!), 'Hidden killing intent—if this brat keeps jumping around, I'll break his legs' (from Old Thief Hongjun, concentration rapidly rising!)...]

[Comprehensive value assessment: Top-grade Class A! (Host, did you poke a Saint nest or something? This haul is fat enough to drip oil!)]

Xuanzheng nearly laughed like a pig!

Top-grade Class A! And it was fucking "fat enough to drip oil"!

"Show me the exchange options! The best ones! The most expensive ones! The kind that can send me straight to the top!" Xuanzheng roared crazily in his heart!

[Exchange Option One: Steal and convert one wisp of 'Hongjun's Exclusive Saint's Dao Charm Essence' (Warning: This operation carries an extremely high risk and may cause the Dao Ancestor to flip the table on the spot and Physically Transcend the host! However, the rewards are immense. It can significantly improve the host's understanding of Heavenly Dao Laws and greatly strengthen the origin of the physical body!)]

[Exchange Option Two: Condense one trace of 'Acting on Behalf of Heaven · Merit Purple Qi' (Can be used to raise a spirit treasure's grade, accelerate one's cultivation, or... crack walnuts with it. The effect is fantastic!)]

[Exchange Option Three: Apply a DEBUFF to Dao Ancestor Hongjun—a 'kind greeting from Father God Pangu': Curse Gift Package—'For the next ten thousand years, heavenly secret deduction accuracy decreases by 50%, the Zixiao Palace toilet will always clog, and even drinking cold water will get stuck between your teeth'!]

"I choose one!!" Madness flashed in Xuanzheng's eyes as he made his choice without the slightest hesitation!

Fortune was found in danger! Without taking some risks, how could he shear Hongjun, the fattest sheep of all, bald?!

Boom!!

An indescribably profound and terrifying aura, seemingly containing the beginning of Heaven and Earth and the origin of all laws, surged crazily through the [Karma Scale] and into Xuanzheng's body!

In an instant, Xuanzheng felt as though his true ancestral Witch body had been thrown into the Pangu Essence Blood Pool and tempered eighty-one times over!

Every cell cheered! Every inch of bone and sinew transformed!

His understanding of laws skyrocketed as though he had climbed aboard a rocket!

The strength of his physical body also shot up by a huge margin! It felt fucking incredible!

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun: "?????"

He suddenly sensed that an exceedingly faint yet incomparably important thought of his origin had been viciously bitten off by some invisible thing!

The loss was negligible, nearly insignificant, but the sensation of being robbed in his own home gave this Saint the urge to curse for the first time!

"That damned chess piece! That damned variable!" Anger surged within Hongjun's heart like monstrous waves!

He had already calculated clearly that the core karma line he had personally woven—"Gonggong Angrily Collides with Buzhou Mountain, Heaven tilts northwest, and Earth collapses southeast"—had now faded like a candle flickering in the wind and was on the verge of snapping completely!

The script for the Witch-Demon Calamity, and even the Saint Era arrangement he had painstakingly planned afterward, were heading into an unknown abyss he could no longer predict because of this Witch Clan chess piece that refused to follow the script!

This chess piece was jumping around far too happily! It was practically repeatedly hopping across Hongjun's face and crazily dealing damage!

Hongjun took a deep breath... Oh, no, Saints did not need to breathe.

He forcefully suppressed the urge to send down Zixiao Divine Thunder and blast that little bastard into scraps.

He knew that directly killing Xuanzheng now would inevitably trigger a frenzied backlash from the entire Heavenly Dao Rules! The Merit Golden Light around that brat was ridiculously thick!

He half-closed his eyes and moved his fingertips, attempting to use Saint power to "slightly adjust" some minor details in the operation of the Heavenly Dao and create a little "trouble" for those Witches who did not know the height of Heaven or the depth of Earth.

The next moment!

Before an elite Witch Clan squad tasked with laboriously transporting "Ten Thousand Year Deep Sea Silver" from the Eastern Sea shore, a terrifying spatial rift stretching ten thousand miles suddenly split open without warning!

The pitch-black rift resembled the maw of a man-eating beast and swallowed nearly half their precious supplies in one bite!

Elsewhere, at a key mining site responsible for excavating a certain "Primordial Geng Metal Mother Ore."

Several hundred mighty Great Witches, capable of tearing ancient ferocious beasts apart with their bare hands, suddenly clutched their stomachs collectively. Their faces turned green, and foam spilled from their mouths. Clearly, they had been poisoned by some "once-in-a-billion-years" super invincible mixed-type bizarre miasma!

"Hahaha! Father God's trial! This is absolutely Father God's ultimate trial for us!"

Upon receiving these two pieces of "bad news," Xuanzheng was delighted rather than alarmed and nearly popped champagne on the spot!

He immediately waved a hand and activated the [Script Mirror]'s "Disaster Film Director" mode, instantly portraying these troubles, which Hongjun regarded as "minor punishments," as an "Extreme Pressure Test PLUS Edition sent down by Father God Pangu to test the Witch Clan's engineering quality and resolve"!

He immediately led Dijiang, Houtu, and the other ancestral Witches, along with millions upon millions of Witch Clan warriors at the construction site, in respectfully performing three bows and nine kowtows toward Buzhou Mountain's towering peak!

"Thank Father God for your harsh trial! We Witch Clan sons shall certainly overcome every hardship, remain unyielding despite every setback, live up to Father God's trust, and forge Buzhou Mountain into the number one divine mountain in the universe—hundreds of millions of times sturdier than even a Chaos supreme treasure!"

Xuanzheng's voice, filled with "excitement" and "devotion," resounded through the clouds!

Rumble—!!

Above the heavens, the Merit Golden Clouds that had already dispersed gathered once more as though they had received some command!

Their scale was enormous, their color incomparably pure, and they were several times denser than during any previous descent!

Splash, splash, splash—!

A downpour of merit, like a golden waterfall, poured down and covered the entire Buzhou Mountain construction site!

Threads of visible Pangu's Legacy also descended from the void as though summoned, merging into Buzhou Mountain's body and into the bodies of countless devoutly kowtowing Witch Clan members!

Inside Zixiao Palace, the veins at Hongjun's temples, which had previously only twitched slightly, now throbbed wildly like earthworms!

I... I was making you encounter difficulties so you would retreat when faced with them! I was giving you a warning!

Not fucking letting you farm dungeon achievements here and explode hidden equipment, damn it!

This group of barbarians with nothing but muscles and magma in their heads, these fools who only knew how to think with their fists!

How exactly were their brains wired?!

Not only was sabotage ineffective, it was instead crazily supplying the enemy!

Hongjun felt a mouthful of old blood lodge in his throat, and he nearly lost control of his Dao Heart and became Possessed by Inner Demons on the spot!

His expression darkened, and his gaze turned cold enough to freeze the Great Dao!

He had decided!

He had to use thunderous methods!

He had to forcibly drag this completely runaway plot back onto the track he had predetermined!

"In ten thousand years, I shall preach the Primordial Dao at Zixiao Palace in the chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens! Any being of the Primordial World with affinity may come and listen!"

A detached yet majestic voice, clear beyond compare and seeming to resound directly within the depths of every living being's primordial spirit, instantly echoed throughout the entire Great Thousand World of the Primordial World, reaching every corner of endless chaos!

The Primordial World was completely shaken! It boiled over!

Within countless hidden caves, mighty figures who had secluded themselves for arduous cultivation—whether they were the lingering remnants of the Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin Three Clans, certain Innate Deities who had existed since the ancient Primordial World, or newly transformed but wildly ambitious rising-generation powerhouses...

Every existence, regardless of origin or cultivation level, awoke in shock from their cultivation insights!

"Saint Preaching!!"

"Dao Ancestor Hongjun is going to expound the supreme Great Dao!"

"Heavens! What a tremendous opportunity! The chance to rise in a single step lies right before us! We must! We absolutely must go!"

In the depths of the Dragon Palace within the dark and lightless sea eye of the Eastern Sea, the aged Ancestor Dragon, who had long since become like dead wood and sat with his eyes closed for who knew how many epochs, suddenly opened his dragon eyes, each larger than the sun, moon, and stars, shooting out two beams of divine light that pierced through eternity!

At Western Kunlun's ethereal immortal realm, Queen Mother of the West, who had been admiring an Innate Spiritual Root peach tree beside Yaochi, paused slightly. Her beautiful eyes turned toward the endless chaos beyond Heaven, and a glimmer of brilliance flashed through them.

Within the Netherworld Sea of Blood, Ancestor Minghe was enthusiastically evolving the Asura Clan in an attempt to carve out a path of proving the Dao through slaughter. The Yuantu and Abi swords in his hands let out eager hums, while his scarlet gaze also turned toward Zixiao Palace!

The eyes of every Primordial World powerhouse aspiring to higher realms and longing to transcend destiny blazed with fiery passion sufficient to burn the heavens!

They all ended their seclusion, packed their belongings, and began rushing desperately toward the mysterious depths of chaos—Zixiao Palace!

All to seize a meditation cushion for listening to the Dao! A perfect position that might change their destinies!

Buzhou Mountain, the blazing-hot super construction site.

Xuanzheng naturally heard Hongjun's "class announcement" echoing throughout the Primordial World.

He casually tossed a freshly condensed sample of "Pangu Divine Concrete ProMax Premium Edition," gleaming with seven-colored treasure light, to Zhurong beside him and told him to test its fire resistance limit.

His brows rose slightly, and a foxier-than-a-fox mocking smirk curled across his lips.

"Old Man Hongjun finally can't sit still and wants to personally take the field to control the board?"

"Does he want to use preaching to paint a grand illusion, use those illusory Saint positions to constrain the heavenly secrets, reset the grand trend, and forcibly bend the derailed plot back into place?"

"What a pity, what a pity!" Xuanzheng extended his pinky and dug at his ear, wearing an arrogant expression that said, "Go ahead and perform. If I change the script, I lose."

"Your script, I, Xuanzheng... will not only rewrite it, but rewrite it into a limited-edition wish-fulfillment novel custom-made exclusively for the Witch Clan!"

Dijiang's burly figure appeared beside him. In a muffled voice, he asked, "Thirteenth Brother, Old Man Hongjun is opening a class in chaos. Should we... go join the fun?"

Xuanzheng patted nonexistent dust from his hands. His gaze turned deep as he looked toward distant chaos, where countless "merit," "fortune," and "treasures" seemed to be beckoning to him.

"Go! Of course we're going! How could such a grand and lively event possibly be without us Witch Clan 'excellent students' and 'atmosphere setters'?"

He paused. The "simple and honest" smile on his face seemed especially meaningful at that moment, carrying a trace of chilling "friendliness":

"And, Brother, don't underestimate those Zixiao Palace tickets..."

"Some 'lecture slots' can be sold for sky-high prices!"

"For instance, selling them to those three loaches—oh, no, the Daoist Three Pure Ones—and charging them a little 'sponsorship fee' isn't excessive, right?"

"Or selling them to those two poor fellows in the west and having them sign a Ten Thousand Generations Merit Loan. We'll only charge them a few Spiritual Mountain and Spiritual Veins as interest. That's perfectly reasonable, right?"

"Hehehehe..."