Hongjun Was Stunned-My Magic Treasure Couldn't Beat Him

"Snap."

The sound was very soft.

It's like a mischievous child breaking off a dry twig on a quiet afternoon.

But when this sound landed on the Mount Sumeru, on the eardrums of everyone present, it was even more terrifying than the simultaneous explosion of billions of Purple Firmament Divine Thunder.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Hongjun stared intently at the Creation Jade Disk floating above his head.

The Jade Disc, which was originally radiant and contained the laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos, now had a hair-thin, yet shocking, crack in the very center.

Around the crack, the runes representing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth were flashing wildly, attempting to mend the wound.

pity.

It's useless.

The crack was like a festering sore; instead of healing, it slowly spread outwards in that instant.

"Puff--!"

There were no warning signs whatsoever.

Hongjun suddenly arched his body and spat out a golden arrow of blood.

This is not ordinary blood.

This is the origin of sages, the Heart Blood of those who are in harmony with the Dao.

Blood splattered on the ground of Mount Sumeru, instantly burning deep, bottomless black holes into the hard rock.

"Impossible..."

Hongjun raised his head; his face was distorted beyond recognition.

His eyes, which had always been aloof and seemed to have seen through all the vicissitudes of life, were now filled with bloodshot veins and a barely contained madness.

"That's absolutely impossible!"

He pointed at Qin Feng, his finger trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease.

"The Creation Jade Disk is the foundation of the Heavenly Dao! It is the root of the Primordial World order!"

"Even if it's incomplete, it's still a Chaos-level divine artifact! How could it break? How could it possibly shatter from just a touch from your broken bead?!"

Hongjun has gone mad.

Or rather, his worldview collapsed.

This is like an administrator who has played games his whole life, suddenly finding someone holding a brick, smashing his proud server with one blow, and then telling him: Your code is all garbage.

The psychological trauma caused by this kind of dimensional reduction attack is far more intense than the physical pain.

Looking at the hysterical old man in front of him, Qin Feng felt even more pity in his eyes.

He calmly retrieved the Chaos Bead and casually tossed it in his hand.

The movements were effortless and graceful.

It's like playing with an ordinary glass marble, not the only Chaos Supreme Treasure in the world.

"Hongjun, oh Hongjun."

Qin Feng sighed, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment, as if he were teaching a slow-witted elementary school student.

"Looks like you've been holed up in the Purple Heavens Palace for so many years, your brain's gone senile."

He took a step forward, his shoes making a soft, rustling sound as they stepped on the gravel.

Don't you understand?

Qin Feng extended a finger and pointed to the Jade Disc above Hongjun's head that was still groaning.

"Your plate is, at best, just the rulebook for this 'pond'."

"In this pond, your word is law. If you tell the fish to swim east, they won't dare to swim west."

At this point, Qin Feng paused, and the smile on his lips gradually became more playful.

He then raised the Chaos Bead in his hand and waved it in the sunlight.

"But this bead of mine is the water that created all the 'ponds'."

"Even the mud used to hold water was molded by it."

"Are you holding a pond management manual, trying to control the source of nature?"

Qin Feng chuckled and shook his head.

What do you have to fight me with?

"Are you going to use your so-called face? Or your long-expired Heavenly Dao authority?"

These words were spoken without using any profound Daoist terminology or quoting any scriptures.

But these most straightforward words were like sharp knives, precisely piercing Hongjun's heart.

pond.

water.

source.

These three words shattered Hongjun's last shred of pride.

turn out to be...

This is the truth.

His proud Dao Integration, and the Primordial World order he painstakingly cultivated, were nothing more than a small pond in the eyes of the other party.

As for Hongjun, he was at best an old man who looked after a pond.

"Puff!"

Enraged, Hongjun coughed up another mouthful of blood.

This time, his vitality completely vanished.

His once straight back was now hunched over, making him look like an old man on his deathbed.

"Good..."

"What a beautiful pond..."

Hongjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at Qin Feng with a sinister look, then glanced at Nuwa, who was hiding behind Qin Feng with an Nuwa of worship.

He knew that he couldn't get back what he had lost.

Whether by force or by reason, he was utterly defeated.

But that doesn't mean he's just letting it go.

He is the Dao Ancestor.

He's the most cunning and calculating old fox in this Primordial World.

"Qin Feng, you are indeed strong."

Hongjun took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi within his body, his voice becoming hoarse and cold.

"I admit that the current Heavenly Dao is indeed powerless against you."

"But..."

Hongjun's body began to become ethereal, a sign that he was about to vanish into the void.

"The rules of this Primordial World world are not just about fighting and killing."

"Since you enjoy being a protector of beauties, since you enjoy being a patron of all..."

"Then I'll see if you, this great god, can still laugh when the entire human race is driven to destruction by your arrogance!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Hongjun's figure vanished completely.

Only a resentful echo remained, lingering in the sky above Mount Sumeru.

They ran away.

The dignified Dao Ancestor, the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao, had his magical treasures shattered and his intelligence insulted. He didn't even finish a polite remark before slinking away in disgrace.

Silence returned to the Mount Sumeru.

Qin Feng pursed his lips, put the Chaos Bead back in his pocket, and looked like he was still not satisfied.

"Tch, so easily teased."

"You broke down so easily? Your mental fortitude is terrible."

He turned around and looked behind him.

Nuwa was blinking her beautiful eyes, staring intently at him.

That look in his eyes was absolutely captivating.

"Husband..."

Nuwa called out softly, her body went limp, and she clung to Qin Feng.

"You were so cool just now!"

"That pond theory... I don't really understand it, but it sounds really impressive!"

Qin Feng casually put his arm around her slender waist and gently pinched her nose.

It's okay if you don't understand.

"Just know that from now on, no one in this Primordial World will dare to bully you."

The two of them were completely oblivious to everyone else, openly displaying their affection.

And in a corner not far away.

The two bald men were huddled together, trembling.

Jieyin and Zhunti felt they were superfluous.

real.

If they could, they would wish to turn into two stones on the spot, or simply die on the spot.

What the hell is this?!

Even the Dao Ancestor was driven away!

That terrifying being whose name cannot even be mentioned, that Ruthless who trampled the Heavenly Dao into the ground, is currently in their home!

And they were even sitting on their lotus thrones, embracing their junior sister!

Most importantly...

Just now, it seems they were with Hongjun, giving this god of death a hard time?

"Senior brother..."

With Zhunti telepathically communicated with Jieyin.

"Should we... write our wills?"

The already bitter and resentful face of the Jieyin was now even more contorted into a grimace.

"Write a will?"

"Junior brother, you're overthinking it."

"Having messed with such a Ruthless, do you think we'll even have a chance to report to the underworld? We're afraid even our true spirits will be used to fill that 'pond'."

Just when the two brothers were in despair...

Qin Feng seemed to have finally remembered that there were still two living people here.

He released Nuwa and turned his head.

His gaze fell on the two bald men huddled together.

Just a glance.

Jieyin and Zhunti, like cats whose tails had been stepped on, bristled with fur and knelt down in unison with a "thump".

Standardized movements.

Proper posture.

Those who don't know might think this is a unique welcoming ceremony of their Western Teachings.

"You two."

Qin Feng smiled kindly.

But to the Two Saints of the West, this smile was even more terrifying than Hongjun's Purple Firmament Divine Thunder.

"You all heard what Elder Hongjun said just now."

Qin Feng slowly walked over, squatted down in front of the two, and reached out to Jieyin Jieyin's bald head.

"Snap, snap."

A crisp sound.

The Jieyin didn't dare to dodge; in fact, it even stretched its head forward to make it easier for Qin Feng to take the picture.

"He wants to destroy the human race."

"You're going to sleep with my woman too."

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, his tone becoming somewhat dangerous.

"As his Registered Disciple, you two... you wouldn't be thinking of getting involved too, would you?"

"I wouldn't dare! Absolutely not!"

Zhunti shook his head violently, his fat face jiggling.

"Great Immortal, you are truly wise!"

"We're not familiar with that Hongjun! We're really not familiar with him!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Jieyin quickly echoed, his face displaying an air of righteous indignation even at the cost of family ties.

"That old man is wicked! He used to deduct our wages all the time and even made us go to the East to beg for money! We've disliked him for a long time!"

"Since the Great Immortal has driven that old man away, from today onwards, you are the... Elder Brother of our Western Teachings!"

"With just one word from you, elder brother, you can tear down Mount Sumeru as you please! You can sit on this golden lotus as you please! Even if you ask us, your fellow disciples, to guard your gate, we won't say a word!"

That's betrayal.

There wasn't even a second of hesitation.

Faced with absolute power, the Two Saints of the West once again demonstrated their flexible yet principled moral standards.

Qin Feng was both amused and exasperated by the two guys' pathetic behavior.

"Alright, stop flattering me."

He stood up and dusted off his hands.

"Since you've called me 'Big Brother,' you can't just call me that for nothing."

"Perfect timing, that old codger Hongjun ran away quickly and didn't leave any compensation for emotional distress."

Qin Feng's gaze swept across Mount Sumeru, finally settling on the glittering golden Merit Pool at the back of the mountain.

"My Wa Palace is currently undergoing renovations, and we're short on materials to fill the pool."

"The water in your Eight Treasures Merit Pool..."

"I think it's pretty good."

Jieyin and Zhunti's faces instantly turned green.

That's the wealth that the Western Teachings has accumulated over countless eons!

That is the lifeblood used to cultivate Buddhist disciples and descendants!

This is not filling a pool.

This is clearly an attempt to hollow out their base!

But looking at Qin Feng's ambiguous smile, and then at the Chaos Bead that hadn't been completely retracted...

The two looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and forced out smiles that were more like crying than anything else, with tears in their eyes.

"I'm glad... Big Brother likes it."

"As long as you're happy, brother, you can dredge up not only the water, but even the mud at the bottom of the pool..."