Fighting for Seats in Zixiao Palace? Too Small-Minded! I'll Just Take Over Ticket Sales!

Solar Star, Tanggu.

Groups of revitalized little Golden Crows circled and danced affectionately around Xuanzheng.

"Uncle Xuanzheng! Uncle Xuanzheng! Give us a little more of that cool stuff!" The boldest little Golden Crow nuzzled Xuanzheng's arm with its fluffy head.

Xuanzheng smiled a "simple and honest" smile, flicked his finger, and a wisp of pure Yin water vapor condensed from Gonggong's Water Law, mixed with a trace of Pangu's Order power, precisely entered the little Golden Crow's body.

The little Golden Crow let out a contented chirp, feeling comfortable, and the overly fierce Solar True Fire around its body became much tamer.

Not far away, Di Jun and Taiyi stood side by side. Their expressions were even more somber than the shadows beneath their feet.

Every "Uncle Xuanzheng" felt like a red-hot iron needle piercing deeply into their hearts.

"Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Xuanzheng. My sons... are rather unruly," Di Jun's voice was dry, each word seeming to have been rolled on a knife's edge.

Xuanzheng waved his hand, wearing an expression of "It's all my duty": "Oh, Fellow Daoist Di Jun is too kind! Children are simple, you know. They naturally gravitate towards whoever is good to them! I'm just doing this for the harmony and stability of the Primordial World, and for the healthy growth of the next generation!"

After Xuanzheng walked away, Taiyi could no longer suppress himself and roared via telepathic transmission: "Big Brother! I can't take this anymore! I'd rather fight him to the death than suffer such a humiliating disgrace!"

Di Jun closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his eyes held endless coldness and killing intent. "Endure! For the sake of our children, for the great cause of our Demon Clan, all the humiliation today will be repaid with the blood of the entire Witch Clan in the future!"

In Zixiao Palace.

"Crack--!"

A jade cup for deducing heavenly secrets in Dao Ancestor Hongjun's hand quietly turned to dust. The moment his Saint's heart wavered, a subtle disturbance appeared in the Heavenly Dao Laws throughout Zixiao Palace, as if the River of Time itself had trembled, before he forcefully smoothed it out.

In the water mirror, the scene of the ten little Golden Crows happily surrounding Xuanzheng was blindingly intense.

The [Calamity Balance Lock] he had set up was intended to rein in the Witch Clan and delay the final battle. But Xuanzheng, this variable, had directly overturned the chessboard, turning the shackles into a bridge of cooperation! Not only had he failed to stop the Witch Clan, but he had personally handed the Demon Clan's lifeline to Xuanzheng!

An unprecedented sense of loss of control caused ripples in Hongjun's Saint's heart.

This was not a variable. This was a... Chaos Demon God who could turn his entire script upside down!

Just then, Hongjun suppressed the churning thoughts in his heart, and an invisible wave of Dao rhythm spread from beyond the thirty-third heaven, reaching every corner of the Primordial World.

"In a thousand years, the sermon at Zixiao Palace will begin."

The voice was indifferent and majestic.

Upon hearing this news, the Primordial World was shaken. On Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones simultaneously opened their eyes, their gazes shining brightly; on Mount Sumeru in the West, Zhunti and Jieyin revealed ecstatic joy; in the Sea of Blood, Patriarch Styx's excitement caused monstrous waves of blood.

On the Solar Star, Xuanzheng also felt this fluctuation. He had little interest in the Primordial Spirit or the Great Dao; what concerned him more was...

[Ding!]

In his mind, the Primordial World Bug Fixing Manual refreshed!

[Bug ID: Pangu_ZXP001]

[Bug Name: The Zixiao Palace sermon seat allocation mechanism is too primitive (relying on brute force to grab cushions), lacking humanistic care and order guidance, prone to causing unnecessary bloody conflicts and missed opportunities, hindering the construction of a harmonious Primordial society and the efficient spread of the Great Dao.]

Xuanzheng raised an eyebrow. This familiar recipe, this familiar taste.

[Fix Plan: Introduce a 'diversified, market-oriented, and humanized sermon seat allocation and value-added service system' to ensure 'everyone who should listen hears, and those who are worthy receive preferential treatment'.]

[Fix Reward: A small amount of Heavenly Dao Merit, a trace of comprehension of the outer layer of Zixiao Palace's restrictions, and a decrease of 100 in Hongjun's favorability (but an increase of 1 in the overall Heavenly Dao's favorability, and an increase of 1 in the Pangu World Will's favorability).]

Xuanzheng's eyes lit up instantly.

Good heavens! Officially authorized by the Heavenly Dao, letting me be a scalper at the entrance of Zixiao Palace! Hongjun's favorability was already negative infinity, what did it matter if it decreased a bit more?

Xuanzheng immediately stood up and shouted to Zhurong and Gonggong, who were directing the demons in digging pits not far away, "Brother Zhurong! Brother Gonggong! I'll leave the finishing work on the Solar Star to you. Ensure quality and quantity!"

After speaking, he turned to Bai Ze, the Demon Clan's strategist, who was exhausted like a dead dog but was still forcefully deducing, standing to the side.

"Fellow Daoist Bai Ze," Xuanzheng said with a look of "sacred radiance," "The Dao Ancestor's sermon is imminent, a grand event for eternity. I wish to lead a 'Witch Clan Outstanding Youth Study Delegation' to learn advanced experience."

Bai Ze's eyelids twitched, a sense of foreboding washed over him, and he could only force himself to agree, "Fellow Daoist Xuanzheng is noble."

However, Xuanzheng changed the subject, sighing with feigned distress, "Alas! The Dao Ancestor is kind-hearted and teaches without discrimination, but the seats in Zixiao Palace are limited, and there are so many great beings who wish to attend the sermon! If they fight tooth and nail for a seat then, spilling blood on the Dao field, wouldn't that go against the Dao Ancestor's original intention? It would harm the harmony of heaven and earth!"

Bai Ze blinked, subconsciously feeling that what he said had some truth to it.

Seeing that he had taken the bait, Xuanzheng patted his shoulder with an expression of "I'm doing this for everyone's good," and lowered his voice, "Therefore, I, for one, cannot stand to see such disordered chaos. I have decided to contribute a humble effort to maintaining order in Zixiao Palace!"

He smiled mysteriously and slowly said, "Through some 'special channels,' I have already secured the 'causal ties for internal purchase' of several front-row VIP sermon seats in Zixiao Palace."

"Our Witch Clan has decided to 'friendlily' sell a portion of 'Zixiao Palace Internal VIP Sermon Seat Exchange Vouchers' to all races in the Primordial World! Highest bidder gets it, first come, first served!"

Bai Ze was completely stunned, his mind buzzing. It could... be played like this?

Xuanzheng seemed to be talking to himself, but his voice clearly reached the ears of every high-ranking demon. "After all, our Witch Clan has received too much of Pangu's legacy. Having piles of Mysterious Yellow Mother Qi and Geng Metal Divine Iron in the warehouse just takes up space. It's a good opportunity to exchange them for specialty products from various races to improve our clan's meals."

After speaking, Xuanzheng no longer paid attention to the completely petrified demons and turned to leave, his voice booming.

"Brother Zhurong, Brother Gonggong, I'll leave this to you!"

"I'm going to develop a 'cultural industry' for our Witch Clan!"