The First Economic Summit of the Primordial World! Sages Arguing is Too Scary!

Lin Shen's accusation, tinged with tears, was delivered in a childish, innocent voice.

However, when it falls within the "Order Divine Court," it is louder than the Chaos Divine Thunder and heavier than the Sage's Edict.

"I can't afford Roasted Sweet Potato anymore!"

This statement is not a principle, but a sign that the heavens are about to fall.

It was like an invisible hammer of the Dao, transcending all supernatural powers and magic, and striking the Dao Heart of the three Sages with unparalleled precision.

Within the Divine Court, the restless aura of money that had risen from the Tongtian Jiaozhu's boasting of his financial report vanished instantly.

Time seemed to stand still, and all around was deathly silent.

The smug smile on the face of the Tongtian Jiaozhu, which was bright enough to blind even Daluo Golden Immortal, froze.

His lips were frozen, and he couldn't move them for a long time.

He looked down at the shiny Lin Shen Coin on the ground, which were hand-minted by his Second Brother and printed with the Q-version portrait of his apprentice.

Looking up again, I saw my precious apprentice's face, streaked with tears, a picture of utter despair.

His "Jie Tian Entertainment" financial report, which he had just been so proud of and which was making a fortune every day, became so scorching and so dazzling for the first time.

For the first time, the Tongtian Jiaozhu felt that his so-called "entertainment empire" seemed to have... committed a terrible disaster.

The face of the Primordial Ice Mountain Yuanshi Tianzun, which had remained unchanged for millennia and seemed to be sculpted from the rules of the Heavenly Dao, now showed a rare crack.

He bent down.

A Lin Shen Coin rolled to his feet.

The Yuanshi Tianzun picked it up.

The order Dao Patterns he personally branded onto the coins were flawless.

It has a bright and new-looking finish.

These are the rules he set, the values he defined.

But it can't afford a Roasted Sweet Potato anymore?

This was nothing short of a resounding slap across the face of this embodiment of "order."

Taiqing Laozi slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, which had seen through countless cycles of reincarnation and witnessed the Cosmic Birth and Death, now reflected only a small figure weeping bitterly.

He reached out, his movements so gentle as if afraid of disturbing the dust, and embraced Lin Shen.

The wide sleeves of her robe brushed against her tear-streaked face.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

Laozi's voice remained calm, yet it carried a gentle warmth capable of calming the turbulent waves of the Great Dao.

"Tell First Master, what happened?"

"Waaaaah..."

Nestled in his First Master's warm and familiar embrace, Lin Shen found a haven to vent his emotions, and sobbing, he recounted his "tragic experience" in detail.

From the exorbitant price of Roasted Sweet Potato reaching 500 yuan each, to the Demon King Ghost Commander in the candy store neglecting their duties and instead becoming scalpers reselling tickets.

The more he talked, the more aggrieved he felt, and the more he thought about it, the less he understood.

In the end, she couldn't help but burst into tears again.

After listening, the Three Pure Ones looked at each other.

The three exchanged a glance, instantly sharing their thoughts, their eyes all filled with seriousness.

The problem is far more serious than a Roasted Sweet Potato.

"Tongtian!"

The voice of the Yuanshi Tianzun was devoid of any warmth; each word seemed to be icy ice squeezed out from between his teeth.

He stared intently at his third brother, the fury in his eyes almost tangible, threatening to set the temple ablaze.

"Look at the mess you've made! All living beings are scheming to get rich overnight, resorting to speculation and opportunism! The physical world is decaying, its foundations are crumbling! You are hollowing out the very foundation of the world! This is a path to death!"

"Second Brother, this... this can't all be my fault, can it?" Knowing he was in the wrong, the Tongtian Jiaozhu shrank back, but still stubbornly argued in a low voice, "I was just following the will of Heaven... uh, market demand..."

"The market?" Yuanshi Tianzun laughed in fury, "What a market! Besides your meager profits, do you even see the Dao?"

It looks like a Sage "family ethics martial arts drama" is about to unfold.

An aged yet gentle voice suddenly rang out in the center of the hall.

"Shut up, all of you."

The figure of Hongjun Daozu appeared silently.

He looked at the tense scene before him, then at Lin Shen, who was still sobbing in Taiqing's arms, his face filled with helplessness.

I originally intended to let my disciples have free rein, to create a sandbox simulation, and see what kind of creative ideas they could come up with.

And yet, in such a short time, it's already fast-forwarded to the Great Depression?

"This matter is not the fault of one person alone."

The moment Hongjun Daozu spoke, he set the tone for this argument.

His gaze swept over the three disciples, finally settling on Lin Shen, his eyes overflowing with doting affection.

"Don't Shen'er, Shen'er, your Ancestral Master is here. This is simple. Let's have a meeting, call everyone who can breathe, and discuss it together. I guarantee I'll bring down the price of Roasted Sweet Potato for you!"

"A meeting?" Lin Shen asked curiously, raising her tear-filled little face.

"Yes, let's hold a big meeting!"

With a wave of his hand, the vast Hongjun Daozu unleashed his supreme Daoist voice, which instantly spread to every corner of the Underworld and even penetrated the barriers of the Metaverse, resounding within the true spirits of every living being.

"Issue my decree!"

"Everyone holding a position in the Underworld or operating businesses in the Metaverse, regardless of whether Sage, Ancestral Witch, or demon gods, every single one of them, immediately, get to the 'Order Divine Court' for a meeting!"

"Topic: An important discussion on how to ensure that young Lin Shen can once again enjoy affordable Roasted Sweet Potato!"

"Anyone who dares not come will face the consequences!"

At his command, the entire Primordial World Metaverse instantly erupted in chaos!

Every single one of the high-ranking officials who received the imperial edict was completely dumbfounded.

Because of a Roasted Sweet Potato... the Dao Ancestor personally convened a supreme meeting?

Just who is this Little Ancestor?!

A moment later.

The magnificent "Order Divine Court" was already packed to capacity.

The most powerful, wealthiest, and most troublesome top figures in the Primordial World gathered together.

They sat upright, eyes downcast, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Because, seated at the head of the table is Hongjun Daozu.

The "key figure" who triggered this storm— Little Ancestor Lin Shen —was being held in the arms of Taiqing Laozi, hiccuping as he glared fiercely at Tongtian Jiaozhu not far away with his red eyes.

That look, translated, means. "It's all your fault! You've ruined my sweet potato harvest! You're finished!"

The Tongtian Jiaozhu was on pins and needles, and sweat poured down his face.

Hongjun Daozu cleared his throat, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire scene before finally settling on Tongtian Jiaozhu.

"Tongtian, you speak first."

The Tongtian Jiaozhu was jolted awake and stood up, forcing himself to do so.

He stubbornly tried to defend his "Entertainment to Death" approach.

"Master, fellow Daoists! In my opinion, entertainment is the primary productive force! It's the engine that drives domestic demand! Without entertainment, everyone saves their earnings, and the economy becomes stagnant! I'm not wrong!"

"Bullshit!"

Before the words were finished, a rough roar exploded out.

A representative of the Suiren Shi Tribe, covered in soot and as black as charcoal, suddenly stood up and pointed at Tongtian angrily.

"Those pretentious, lousy concerts you guys put on have lured everyone away! Now there's no one to light the fires for Roasted Sweet Potato! There are no fishermen left either! If this keeps up, are we all going to be gnawing on rocks? What kind of bullshit consumption are we talking about then!"

"Exactly!" The representative of the Youchao Shi slammed his fist on the table, spitting as he spoke. "Without us building these houses, you wouldn't even have a place to listen to music! You've forgotten your roots!"

"Everyone, calm down, calm down." Saint Zhunti hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over, his face full of sorrow, his eyes gleaming with golden light. "This humble Daoist believes that the root of the problem is insufficient liquidity! It's a lack of credit! As long as everyone comes to my Western Paradise Bank and takes out a loan, the problem will be easily solved! First loan is interest-free!"

In an instant, the entire hall descended into chaos.

Those in entertainment, infrastructure, catering, finance... all sorts of forces argued heatedly for their own interests, almost overturning the table on the spot.

Zhurong was so anxious that he kept scratching his head, thinking that these scholars were too troublesome and it would be more practical to just drag Tongtian out and give him a beating.

Lin Shen was completely exasperated by the noisy commotion.

He thought these adults were so stupid.

Why argue about such a simple question?

He broke free from his First Master's warm embrace and ran to the center of the main hall.

His small figure stood out conspicuously among a group of towering figures.

With his little hands on his hips and cheeks puffed out, he used all his strength to shout out in a childish voice the simplest yet most soul-stirring solution in his heart.

"Stop making noise!"

The childish voice instantly drowned out all the arguments.

The entire hall fell silent once more.

All eyes were focused on this small figure.

"Why don't you grow more and more sweet potatoes and grill more and more fish yourselves?"

"The more things you make, the more money you need to buy them!"