Heavenly Dao Abdicates! The Witch Masters the Primordial World!
Chapter 42

Saint Position Futures! Kunpeng's Dao Heart Shatters, Hongyun is Tricked Crippled!

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Outside Zixiao Palace, chaos was like a sea.

Xuanzheng's stall was like Wall Street descending upon a primeval forest, the art style clashing to the extreme.

Just then!

An extremely cold aura tore through the chaos. The Demon Master Kunpeng, cloaked in monstrous energy, descended upon this place!

He saw the signboard of [Xuanji Business Firm] at a glance, and then the muscular Witch Clan member behind it, who was smiling harmlessly. Kunpeng's eyes instantly turned ferociously menacing.

"What trick is the Witch Clan playing now? Xuanzheng, you dare to block the path and set up a checkpoint here?"

"Great Dao opportunities belong to those with virtue, and are obtained by those with ability! I disdain such low-class transactions!"

Before his words even fell, his figure flickered, becoming incredibly fast. He transformed into a dark, flowing light, intending to ignore Xuanzheng and forcefully barge through the gates of Zixiao Palace!

However, Xuanzheng didn't even raise an eyelid. He continued to wipe the jade cup on his table.

"Stubbornness is a disease that needs curing."

He whispered softly.

The next moment, the [Karma Scale] silently appeared before him.

Xuanzheng flicked his finger, as if plucking the strings of fate. Two invisible forces of energy landed on the left and right scales respectively.

"The left side."

His voice was calm, yet it echoed through this chaotic space.

"It's the karma of fellow Daoist Kunpeng forcefully intruding into the dojo, being severely wounded by the Three Pure Ones who had already entered, having his Innate Spiritual Treasure seized, his origin damaged, becoming a laughingstock of the Primordial World, and ultimately missing out on a Saint Position."

Buzz--!

The left scale of the [Karma Scale] slammed down heavily!

A light of calamity shot into the sky, transforming into a vivid image in mid-air:

In the image, Kunpeng was trapped by the Taiji Diagram, battered by the Pangu Banner until his feathers flew everywhere, and the Immortal Slaying Sword's energy left deep, bone-chilling wounds on him. He was utterly pathetic!

Kunpeng, who was about to force his way in, froze abruptly in mid-air!

That image!

That outcome!

It was so real that his Dao Heart trembled uncontrollably!

"The right side."

Xuanzheng's voice rang out again, with a hint of a compassionate sigh.

"It's the karma of fellow Daoist Kunpeng... humbly seeking advice from me, your warm-hearted repair master, and purchasing a 'Zixiao Palace Internal Top Ten Row Self-Selected Standing Ticket'."

The right scale of the [Karma Scale] was as steady as a mountain, even tilting upwards slightly, emitting a gentle and serene glow.

Xuanzheng finally looked up. A sincere smile hung on his "honest" face.

He projected the scene from the [Karma Scale] with his magic power, covering the sky and the earth, so that all the great cultivators who arrived later could see it clearly.

"Fellow Daoist, you see, karma never lies."

"I'm doing this all for your own good, for the harmony and stability of the Primordial World."

"Pfft--!"

Kunpeng felt a surge of Blood Essence rush to the crown of his head, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

As the Demon Master, he was most skilled at deducing heavenly secrets and avoiding misfortune!

But this was not deduction by Xuanzheng. This was directly slapping the "death answer" and the "paid walkthrough guide" onto his face, forcing him to choose!

This was more humiliating to him than being slapped ten thousand times in public!

Dead silence.

Even the surrounding chaotic air seemed to freeze.

All the great cultivators who arrived later held their breath, watching this scene unfold, a chill creeping into their hearts.

After a long while.

Kunpeng gritted out his words, one by one, from between his teeth, his voice filled with boundless humiliation and killing intent.

"The ticket... how... much?"

Xuanzheng's smile instantly bloomed like a flower.

He chuckled and put away the [Karma Scale], as if he hadn't been the one being so aggressive just moments ago.

"One piece of high-grade Innate Spiritual Material. No cheating, no haggling, no credit!"

Kunpeng's claws almost crushed space!

In the end, he still flung out a piece of North Sea Profound Nether Iron, which shimmered with a dark light. His action was as if he were cutting off his own flesh!

After exchanging it for a jade token, he rushed into Zixiao Palace without looking back, his retreating figure filled with grief, anger, and desolation.

This scene struck like a divine needle, completely stunning all the powerful beings who harbored any hope.

A long queue instantly formed in front of Xuanzheng's stall.

"Me, me, me! I want an 'Outer Hall Remote Listening Ticket'!"

"Give me an 'Aisle Seat Ticket'! I'll give you two mid-grade spiritual materials!"

"Are there any with better views? The price is negotiable!"

Business was exceptionally booming.

Just then, a hearty laugh echoed, and a red cloud drifted over. It was Hongyun, the Primordial World's foremost good Samaritan.

"Hahaha, fellow Daoists, you've arrived so early!"

With his naturally cheerful disposition and excellent popularity, he greeted everyone one by one before happily preparing to enter the palace.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, please wait a moment."

Xuanzheng's voice drifted over.

Hongyun blinked, then turned back with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Xuanzheng, are you looking to do business with me too? I'm a pauper, hahaha!"

Xuanzheng stood up, the "honest" smile on his face vanishing, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and professionalism, like Wall Street's top financial analyst.

"We can forgo the business, but the risk assessment report must be delivered."

He spoke word by word, his voice clearly reaching Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi beside him.

"According to my calculations, you are destined to snatch one of the cushions."

"What?!"

The smile on Hongyun's face froze instantly, then turned into unbridled joy.

He had come precisely for the cushions rumored to contain great opportunities!

However, Xuanzheng's next words were like a bucket of ice water, dousing him from head to toe.

"But that cushion, on you, is not an opportunity, it's a death warrant!"

"It's a 'High-Risk Asset' rated 'junk'! Its expected return is negative, with a bad debt rate of 99.9%! The only outcome of holding it is death and annihilation, body and soul!"

[Heh heh heh, a good Samaritan should buy low-risk investments, why play with high-risk Saint Position Futures? You'll lose everything!]

The words "death and annihilation" made Hongyun's Dao Heart tremble. He subconsciously counted on his fingers, but the heavenly secrets were shrouded in chaos. Only his heart warned him with frantic alarm, and a dense bloody light refused to dissipate!

"This... how is this possible?" He was completely flustered.

Zhenyuanzi's expression also changed drastically. He quickly transmitted a message, "Hongyun, don't listen to his nonsense! These are words that defy heaven, they carry great karma!"

Seizing the opportunity, Xuanzheng immediately presented his "asset restructuring plan."

He solemnly took out a jade slip from his embrace, shimmering with Dao runes, its title blazing with golden light—

Agreement on Risk Hedging and Quality Asset Replacement Regarding "Fellow Daoist Hongyun's Future Saint Position Opportunity"!

"Fellow Daoist, do not panic."

Xuanzheng's voice was filled with convincing professionalism.

"I, Xuanzheng, as a 'Chief Risk Control Consultant' certified by the Heavenly Dao, offer you a win-win solution."

"You will transfer this future 'high-risk cushion asset' to me in advance through the law of causality, and I will bear all the risks and tribulations."

"In return, I will replace it with a 'zero-risk, high-return quality asset package' for you!"

He produced a jade token emitting a soft glow, and a jade slip.

"Including: One 'Tranquil Worry-Free VIP Box Ticket' for Zixiao Palace, equipped with a shielding formation, and complimentary Enlightenment Tea, guaranteeing undisturbed seclusion."

"Complimentary: Internal strategic reference materials from the Witch Clan—the deluxe edition of How the Good Samaritan Survives Three Episodes in the Primordial World."

"And, three future 'fatal crisis free warning services'!"

Xuanzheng looked at the utterly bewildered Hongyun and sincerely summarized:

"Simply put, you are exchanging a 'death warrant' that will very likely kill you in the future for a peaceful present and three chances to save your life."

"This deal, you are making a killing."

This was a transaction of fate!

Hongyun's mind had turned into a complete mess.

Opportunities... could be transferred as "junk assets"?

The threat of death... could be avoided through "risk hedging"?

This subversion of understanding made his Dao Heart waver precariously!

He looked into Xuanzheng's "pure" eyes, and felt the increasingly strong premonition of a bloody disaster in his heart.

One was the illusory, yet fatally tempting, "Saint Position."

The other was a tangible "package" that could bring him peace and save his life.

After a long while.

Hongyun let out a long sigh of turbid air and bowed deeply to Xuanzheng, his expression utmost sincerity.

"Fellow Daoist's words have opened my eyes, surpassing ten thousand years of arduous cultivation!"

"This murderous opportunity, I don't want it! I'll exchange it!"

He drew upon a wisp of his own origin and imprinted his true name on the Asset Exchange Agreement that flickered with the laws of karma.

The agreement was established, transforming into two streams of light. One entered Xuanzheng's body, while the other protected Hongyun.

Xuanzheng nodded with satisfaction.

A "Saint Position Futures" that could be sold at a premium was now in his possession!

He had gained another "quality client" and a "karma debt" that could leverage the future!

He leisurely put away the items on his stall.

The actors were basically in position.

He looked up at the tightly shut gates of Zixiao Palace, a playful curve forming on his lips.

Old Man Hongjun, this is your stage, and you wrote the script.

Now, I, the "investor" and "Director General," am here to "optimize" it for you!

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