Nan Ji: Senior Martial Uncle, You Are Confused!

As the Ancestor Witches arrived, the rogue cultivators who had initially held no expectations scattered in a rush.

Only a few people remained at the scene.

When Nan Ji looked closely, Laozi had already taken the first gourd into his hand.

"I, the Grand Pure One Laozi, deserve the Purple Gold Gourd."

Hongjun had not yet taken disciples, and Laozi had not yet become the eldest disciple brother of all.

But whether it was from the foundation of the Three Pure Ones or Laozi's cultivation, everyone tacitly agreed that he should get this first Purple Gold Gourd.

It's over.

Nan Ji had originally wanted to use his butterfly effect to make the Three Pure Ones take them later, as the later ones were always better items.

Seeing this, Nan Ji couldn't bear it and covered his forehead with his hand, wailing tragically, "Martial Uncle, you are confused!"

Tongtian heard the familiar words and looked at Nan Ji with a mischievous smile.

He remembered that it was he who had said to Yuanshi, "Second Brother, you are confused," and his good days were over.

Laozi was puzzled by Nan Ji's reaction, but he knew that Nan Ji was different from Tongtian and more reliable compared to him.

However, he casually weighed the Purple Gold Gourd. It was a Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, which was already quite good.

So Laozi accepted the Purple Gold Gourd, intending to ask Nan Ji the reason after it was over.

Seeing Yuanshi's restless stirring, Nan Ji quickly said, "For the second gourd, we, the Three Pure Ones, will yield."

As soon as Nan Ji finished speaking, the Great Desolation powerhouses present all looked at him.

"May I ask, fellow Daoist of the Three Pure Ones, does this statement hold true?" a Daoist on the side asked with a delighted expression.

Although Yuanshi felt that Nan Ji's act of making decisions for him had made him lose some face, Yuanshi would not blame his disciple for a treasure. He looked at the man with a cold face and said, "Zhunti, Nan Ji is my, Yuanshi's, eldest disciple and the first disciple of the Three Pure Ones. His words naturally count."

Good heavens.

He almost didn't recognize these two.

After hearing Yuanshi's words, Nan Ji quickly looked closely at Zhunti before him.

This was the Zhunti whose mouth was as potent as an Innate Supreme Treasure.

With just a sentence saying "we have fate," how many treasures and cultivators had he taken away.

At this time, they had not yet defected from the Xuanmen, nor did they have the conspicuous bald heads of later generations. He almost didn't recognize them.

Thinking of this, Nan Ji, fearing that he would be targeted by these two from the West, quickly shrunk behind Yuanshi.

Zhunti, hearing Yuanshi's words, nodded with satisfaction and then uttered the classic line, "The first Purple Gold Gourd belongs to the East. This second Crimson Gourd has fate with my West."

Saying this, Zhunti reached out to take the gourd that was about to mature.

"Wait!"

Slap!

Just as Zhunti's hand reached out, a solid palm fiercely struck the back of his hand.

In an instant, Zhunti's hand bore a bright red mark.

"Who!"

Zhunti cried out in pain and glared fiercely at the person who had struck him.

"Laozi!"

Zhurong, engulfed in flames, answered Zhunti righteously.

Upon seeing that it was one of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, the previously aggressive Zhunti instantly deflated like a leaky balloon.

Jieyin, seeing this, put on a pained expression and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhurong, the Witch Clan does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit. Why not cede this item to my West? Zhunti and I would be eternally grateful."

Although Zhurong was rough, it didn't mean he was stupid.

Just now, seeing Nan Ji shrink behind Yuanshi when he heard about the two from the West, Zhurong, though not understanding why, wanted to vent his anger for his twelfth brother, Nan Ji.

However, Zhurong didn't say this. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and said, "I don't care. You two are not allowed to take it anyway."

This answer was very much like an Ancestor Witch, domineering and without any reason.

"You..."

Zhunti, seeing his elder brother being bullied like this, wanted to retort. Then he saw that the other Ancestor Witches had all stepped forward.

Twelve burly men standing side by side in front of him. The visual impact was immense.

The words that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed. Zhunti could only say again, "You... my West doesn't want this item anymore."

"Yes, we don't want it anymore."

Jieyin's expression became even more pained, and he could only pull Zhunti away.

After the two left the crowd, Zhunti cried out in grievance, "They've gone too far! The Witch Clan has gone too far! Today's cause, tomorrow's effect. Witch Clan, you just wait!"

Meanwhile, only Di Jun and Tai Yi of the Demon Clan, along with Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi, remained.

Di Jun, having dealt with Nan Ji twice, knew that he would not speak carelessly. So he quietly nudged Tai Yi, signaling him to wait.

Seeing that everyone else remained unmoved, the Daoist in the red robe spoke up and walked forward on his own. "Then this Crimson Gourd shall be mine, Hong Yun!"

Beside Hong Yun, an old Daoist priest watched the restless demon race, the covetous Witch Clan, and the Three Pure Ones standing nearby. Sensing trouble, he quickly cupped his hands and said, "My companion and I will only take this one."

"This item rightfully belongs to Daoist Hong Yun!" Di Jun said with a chuckle.

Laozi, representing the Three Pure Ones, also stated, "No matter!"

"Then, fellow Daoists, Zhen Yuanzi and Daoist Hong Yun have obtained their treasures. We shall take our leave!"

With that, Zhen Yuanzi, without waiting for Hong Yun to react, grabbed him and vanished.

Hong Yun, still immersed in the joy of obtaining the treasure, was unexpectedly pulled away by his friend.

All that remained was a voice calling out, "Fellow Daoists, come visit Zhen Yuanzi's Wuzhuang Temple when you have time."

Hearing this voice, Zhen Yuanzi could only sigh softly, but he increased his flying speed.

Tongtian, who had been waiting, had not received the expected lecture from Yuanshi to Nan Ji.

Upon seeing the second Crimson Gourd, which, like the first, was a Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, Tongtian could no longer hold back.

He spoke directly, "Second Brother, this little Nan Ji just called Eldest Brother muddled. You should debate him too."

"We'll discuss this matter back in Kunlun," Yuanshi replied calmly to Tongtian.

Tai Yi thought similarly to Tongtian, dismissing Nan Ji's words as casual remarks.

So, Tai Yi stepped forward and took the third Pure Yellow Gourd.

It was still a Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Possessing the Eastern Emperor Bell, Tai Yi didn't place much importance on this treasure, but he asked, "Does anyone have any objections to this?"

"This item should belong to us Three..."

Just as Tongtian was about to speak, he found his voice sealed by Laozi and Yuanshi.

Laozi waved his hand, saying, "It's fine!"

The Ancestor Witches, having received prior instructions from Nan Ji, also refrained from objecting.

Then, Di Jun surveyed the crowd and, seeing that everyone remained hesitant, said with a smile, "Since fellow Daoists are still not interested, I shall take this fourth Gourd."

He then stepped forward and took the fourth Gourd, the Golden Yellow Gourd.

However, the moment the Gourd was in his hand, an aura belonging to a High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure emanated from it.

"Hiss..."

Tai Yi, standing nearby, instinctively clutched his Pure Yellow Gourd.

A single step's difference, and the treasure's grade was worlds apart.

"So, there is such a profound secret!" Yuanshi suddenly understood why Nan Ji had called Laozi muddled.

Seeing this, Tongtian, disregarding the fact that his voice was sealed, quickly stepped forward and took the fifth Water Fire Gourd.

Tongtian proudly hung it on his waist, sighing in his heart: Finally, a High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!

Looking at everyone present, except for the Witch Clan, they all had their treasure Gourds.

Yuanshi glanced at the Witch Clan, believing that the Ancestor Witches would not make trouble over this.

He then quickly took the sixth Gourd, the Chaos Gourd, into his hand.

As the Gourd landed in Yuanshi's palm, an aura of an Ultimate Innate emanated from it.

Immediately after, the last Gourd seemed to suffer some damage and began to wither.