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"Wuuah~"

Chen Song opened his hands, stretched lazily, and yawned.

He couldn't hold it in anymore, opened his mouth, and let out another huge, silent yawn, tears almost streaming from his eyes.

He secretly looked around. Good heavens, the Three Thousand Great Powers were all sitting upright, their faces filled with infatuated bliss, as if they weren't listening to heavenly scriptures but to the Dao Ancestor's exclusive ASMR.

"Is what the Dao Ancestor is saying that simple? Is it that easy to understand? Am I the only one who doesn't get it?"

Inside Chen Song's mind, a cascade of confused black guy emojis popped up. "These big shots can all understand? How can they sit still? Three thousand years! Won't they get hemorrhoids?"

His gaze swept over the Ancestral Witches, whose styles were rather peculiar.

As expected, only Houtu seemed to be listening, a thoughtful expression on her face, occasionally nodding like the other great powers. The other eleven heroes... their situation was even worse than his.

Dijiang was leaning on Gou Mang, his saliva almost reaching his shoulder; Gonggong and Zhurong were glaring at each other, probably imagining a scene of "What are you looking at?" and "What about you?"; Xuanming had a look of philosophical confusion, "Who am I, where am I?"... The ultimate physical strength team had collectively crashed and burned in front of the Primordial Spirit Dao.

When Chen Song's gaze met Qiangliang's, who was also bored enough to be picking his fingers until they made a loud snapping sound, the two felt like they had found long-lost brothers separated at birth—fellow travelers on the road to slacking off!

A bold (and suicidal) idea formed in Chen Song's mind.

He secretly formed a hand seal, circulating the Innate Five Elements Qi within his body. A pile of smooth, jade-like branches and offcuts from his original pine tree body appeared out of thin air on the ground. His fingers flew, rapidly shaping these branches.

"Come, come, all you Ancestral Witch big shots," Chen Song transmitted his voice using divine sense, "Sitting here is so boring, want to play a couple of rounds? I guarantee it'll be fun!" Chen Song gestured towards the Ancestral Witches with the objects in his hand.

Whoa, Chen Song's creations—Innate Mahjong and Innate Poker!

Next, Chen Song used his divine念 to impart the rules. The Ancestral Witches didn't cultivate their Primordial Spirits, but that didn't mean they lacked brains; they understood the rules after hearing them once!

"Eh? This 'Peng'!" Tianwu picked up a two of bamboo, feeling it was more comfortable than holding an axe.

"Hahaha, 'Hu'!" Gonggong slammed down his tiles, his voice booming like thunder, almost scattering the protective blood-light of Old Ancestor Minghe next to him.

"Four Gongs and two Ancestral Witches! King Bomb! I've definitely won this round! Seventeen cards, can you beat me?" Zhurong threw out poker cards, sparks flying.

But Chen Song felt it still wasn't quite enough. Then, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he remembered a less complicated board game he used to play with friends in college—Werewolf!

"I'm definitely a good guy! Sister Xuanming can vouch for me!" Zhu Jiuyin patted his chest and guaranteed.

"I don't believe you, you old scoundrel! You just killed me a moment ago!" Shebishi immediately retorted.

Inside the Purple Heaven Palace, the atmosphere gradually devolved.

In the front, the Dao Ancestor's words flowed like lotus blossoms, and Dao runes danced in the air.

In the back, eleven Ancestral Witches and Chen Song were playing Mahjong, Dou Dizhu, and Werewolf, arguing noisily, occasionally shouting, "Pin him!" "You're cheating!" "I'm the prophet, I'll check him tonight!"

The brows of the great powers who were diligently listening to the Dao furrowed tighter and tighter. Kunpeng's face turned ashen, feeling his enlightenment rhythm was being disrupted.

The phantom image of the Chaos Bell in Taiyi's hand trembled slightly, as if it really wanted to give that noisy corner a good whack.

Jieyin and Zhunti wore bitter expressions, muttering softly, "This Innate Five-Needle Pine... indeed has no fate with our West..."

Old Ancestor Hongyun, however, found it amusing and kept looking back, only to be pulled by the sleeve by Zhenyuanzi several times.

The only Ancestral Witch not participating, Houtu, covered her face and pressed her forehead. Her brothers hadn't been this rowdy the last time they visited.

As for Chen Song's friendly support group, the Three Pure Ones.

Yuanshi's forehead veins twitched, his face so dark it could drip water, but considering Chen Song was his junior disciple nephew, he didn't lash out.

Tongtian stifled a laugh, his shoulders trembling slightly. He thought his junior disciple nephew was truly an interesting person, and these little toys seemed quite fun.

Laozi's head was covered in dark lines. Was this account going to be ruined before it was even properly nurtured? He sighed helplessly, wondering if he needed to take on another disciple.

Nuwa also watched the "little toys" in Chen Song and their hands with great interest.

Just then, on the Dao platform, Hongjun Dao Ancestor's voice abruptly stopped.

The entire Azure Palace instantly fell into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Even the chaotic airflow seemed to have frozen.

The Dao Ancestor's gaze calmly fell upon the noisiest corner, the "card room" private booth, his own forehead covered in dark lines.

Chen Song was holding a "one bamboo," excitedly shouting, "Pure Hand! Straight Dragon! Top-tier! Double everything! Give me the money... uh..."

He felt an irresistible, indescribable power descend, and the "one bamboo" in his hand fell to the ground with a pat.

Immediately after, he and the eleven Ancestral Witches felt their vision blur, and a sensation of weightlessness washed over them.

The next second, the twelve of them, perfectly aligned, were "invited" out of the Purple Heaven Palace gate in a standard "Falling Wild Goose" pose, landing on the plaza outside.

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Chen Song and the Ancestral Witches looked at each other.

Gonggong scratched his head, "What happened? Did the Dao Ancestor want to join a round? Did he dislike that we didn't invite him?"

Zhurong: "Possible! How about we continue here? Wait for the Dao Ancestor to finish his lecture and then come back?"

Dijiang: "Agreed!"

And so, on the plaza outside the palace, twelve people were playing Mahjong with resounding clatter, slapping down poker cards, and arguing heatedly in Werewolf until their faces were red.

"Airplane!"

"Three with one!"

"Gang on the flower!"

"I'm calling it, I'm the Prophet!"

Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

"Dong--"

With the ringing of a bell, the lecture concluded.

The palace gates opened, and the Three Thousand Great Powers emerged with complex expressions, filing out in an orderly fashion. The first thing they saw were those dozen or so attention-seekers, still playing! The faces of the eleven Ancestral Witches were all more or less covered in sticky notes.

The Dao Ancestor's voice drifted faintly, "For the next lecture, the twelve of you need not bother coming."

Chen Song & The Eleven Ancestral Witches: ???

Gonggong was still shouting, "No, Dao Ancestor! I won that round just now! I promise I'll be quiet next time!"

Chen Song covered his face, "It's all over, this is huge. The transfer student got permanently suspended on the first day of school..."

Seeing the unfriendly glares from his own teacher and second senior uncle, as well as his third senior uncle's meaningful smile, Chen Song felt like the sky was falling. Oh no, oh no, oh no. If I go back to Kunlun Mountain, won't the three of them gang up on me?

"In three thousand years, I will once again open my altar to lecture. This will be my final lecture. Next time, I wish to take a few disciples and explain the path of a Saint. Do not forget this." The Dao Ancestor's voice echoed again.

"What, Saint!"

"Taiyi, next time let's leave earlier. I don't believe we'll still be slower than those Three Pure Ones."

"Mm."

"Brother, after we return, cultivate well. Our sister and I will also strive for a Saint position."

"Mm-hmm, I'll listen to you, little sister!"

The Three Thousand Great Powers, unable to cause a commotion before the Purple Heaven Palace, either sighed in their hearts or secretly communicated with each other.

Below the Saint, all are ants!

Chen Song: Hey, hey, hey! Are you pointing at me?

The Dao Ancestor's words ceased, and the Purple Heaven Palace gates slowly closed once more.

The Three Thousand Great Powers of the Great Desolation each departed, either alone or in groups.

"Little Chen Song, come visit Buzhou Mountain often! Next time, we'll definitely win and cover your face with sticky notes!"

Dijiang Ancestral Witch greeted Chen Song before tearing through space and leaving with the other eleven Ancestral Witches.

"Little Pine Tree, you must come find me when you visit Buzhou Mountain too!" Nuwa's playful voice chimed. (Fuxi and Nuwa were on the peak of Buzhou Mountain, while the Wu clan was below.)

"Nephew Chen Song, remember to come to Wuzhuang Temple for fruit, and bring those little toys of yours..." Old Ancestor Hongyun was pulled away by Zhenyuanzi before he could finish speaking.

The Three Pure Ones also broke through the chaos with Chen Song, heading towards the Great Desolation.