Nan Ji: Eldest Uncle-Master, You've Lost Your Mind!

As the Ancestor Witches arrived, the independent cultivators who had not held any expectations scattered at once.

Only a few people remained at the scene.

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

"I, Laozi of the Supreme Clarity, am destined to receive the Purple Gold Gourd."

Hongjun had yet to take disciples, and Laozi had yet to become everyone's eldest senior brother.

Yet whether considering the Three Pure Ones' foundations or Laozi's cultivation, everyone tacitly accepted that he should obtain this first Purple Gold Gourd.

It was over.

Nan Ji had originally wanted to use his butterfly effect to delay the Three Pure Ones' choices. The later the gourd, the better the treasure.

Seeing this, Nan Ji could not bear to watch. He slapped a hand over his forehead and wailed miserably, "Eldest Uncle-Master, you've lost your mind!"

Hearing those familiar words, Tongtian looked at Nan Ji and snickered mischievously.

He still remembered how, after saying "Second Brother, you've lost your mind" to Yuanshi back then, he had never known a good day again.

Laozi was puzzled by Nan Ji's reaction, but he knew Nan Ji was different from Tongtian. Compared to Tongtian, Nan Ji was far more reliable.

Still, he casually weighed the Purple Gold Gourd in his hand. A Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure was already quite good.

Thus, Laozi put away the Purple Gold Gourd, intending to ask Nan Ji for the reason after this was over.

Seeing Yuanshi itching to make a move, Nan Ji hurriedly said, "We, the Three Pure Ones, will give up the second gourd."

As soon as Nan Ji finished speaking, the Great Desolation's mighty figures present all looked at him.

"May I ask, fellow Three Pure Ones, can you truly stand by those words?" A Daoist at the side asked with delight.

Although Yuanshi felt that Nan Ji's presumptuous decision on his behalf had cost him some face, he would not blame his disciple over a single treasure. He merely looked coldly at the man. "Zhunti, Nan Ji is my, Yuanshi's, chief disciple and the Three Pure Ones' foremost disciple. Naturally, his words count."

Well, damn.

He had nearly failed to recognize those two.

After hearing Yuanshi's words, Nan Ji hurriedly gave Zhunti a careful look.

So this was Zhunti, whose mouth was comparable to an Innate Supreme Treasure.

With a single phrase—"It is fated with me"—he had taken away countless treasures and cultivators.

The two of them had yet to leave the Profound Sect, and they did not yet have those eye-catching bald heads of later generations. No wonder he had nearly failed to recognize them.

Thinking of this, Nan Ji feared that the two Westerners might set their sights on him, so he hurriedly shrank farther behind Yuanshi.

Hearing Yuanshi's words, Zhunti nodded in satisfaction before uttering that classic line. "The first Purple Gold Gourd has gone to the East. This second Crimson Gourd is fated with my West."

As he spoke, Zhunti reached out, intending to take the gourd that was about to mature.

"Hold it!"

Smack!

Just as Zhunti stretched out his hand, a thick palm came down hard upon the back of it.

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

"Who?"

Zhunti winced in pain and glared viciously at the person who had struck him.

"Me!"

Zhurong, his entire body burning with flames, answered Zhunti righteously.

The moment he saw that it was one of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, Zhunti's imposing manner immediately deflated like a punctured balloon.

Seeing this, Jieyin revealed an expression of misery and suffering. "Fellow Daoist Zhurong, the Witch Clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit. Why not yield this item to our West? Zhunti and Jieyin would be endlessly grateful."

Zhurong might have been rough, but that did not mean he was stupid.

When he had seen Nan Ji shrink behind Yuanshi upon hearing of the two Westerners, Zhurong had not understood why, but he had still wanted to vent some anger for his twelfth brother, Nan Ji.

Of course, Zhurong did not say any of that. He merely clasped his hands behind his back and said, "I don't care. Anyway, you two can't take it."

That answer was very much like an Ancestor Witch—overbearing and entirely without reason.

"You..."

Seeing his elder brother so humiliated, Zhunti had wanted to argue, only to see the other Ancestor Witches all step forward.

Twelve burly men standing shoulder to shoulder before him created an overwhelmingly intimidating sight.

The words at Zhunti's lips were swallowed back down. He could only continue, "You... Fine. Our West does not want this item."

"Yes, we do not want it."

Jieyin's expression became even more sorrowful. He could only pull Zhunti away.

After the two had left the crowd, Zhunti suddenly burst into tears of grievance. "This is going too far! The Witch Clan has gone too far! Today's cause shall bear tomorrow's fruit. Witch Clan, just you wait!"

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

Having dealt with Nan Ji twice, Di Jun knew that he would not speak carelessly. He quietly tugged Tai Yi, signaling him to wait a little longer.

But another Daoist dressed in red saw that no one was making a move, so he stepped forward on his own. "Then this Crimson Gourd shall belong to me, Hong Yun!"

An elderly Daoist beside Hong Yun saw the restless Demon Clan, the watchful Witch Clan, and the Three Pure Ones nearby. Sensing trouble, he hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "The two of us will take only this one."

"This item should have belonged to Fellow Daoist Hong Yun in the first place!" Di Jun said with a cheerful smile.

Laozi also spoke for the Three Pure Ones. "No matter."

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

After saying that, Zhen Yuanzi did not wait for Hong Yun to react. He grabbed Hong Yun and vanished in a flash.

Hong Yun had still been immersed in the joy of obtaining a treasure when his friend caught him off guard and dragged him away.

Only his voice remained behind. "Fellow Daoists, come visit Zhen Yuanzi's Wuzhuang Temple when you have time!"

Hearing this voice, Zhen Yuanzi could only sigh softly, yet his flying speed increased even further.

Tongtian, who had been waiting all this time, still had not received Yuanshi's reprimand for Nan Ji.

Seeing that the second Crimson Gourd was also a Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure just like the first, Tongtian could no longer hold back.

He directly said, "Second Brother, Little Nan Ji just said Eldest Brother had lost his mind. You should discuss the Dao with him as well."

"We will discuss this after returning to Kunlun." Yuanshi answered Tongtian without changing expression.

Tai Yi thought the same as Tongtian, believing Nan Ji had merely spoken casually.

Thus, Tai Yi simply stepped forward and took down the third Pure Yellow Gourd.

It was still a Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Tai Yi, who possessed the Eastern Emperor Bell, did not think much of this treasure. He merely asked, "None of you fellow Daoists object to this, do you?"

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

Tongtian had just wanted to say something when he discovered that Laozi and Yuanshi had sealed his voice.

Laozi waved a hand. "No matter."

Having received Nan Ji's prior instructions, the Ancestor Witches also did not object.

Then Di Jun swept his gaze around. Seeing that no one was still making a move, he said with a cheerful smile, "Since none of you fellow Daoists think highly of it, I shall take this fourth gourd."

Thus, he too stepped forward and took down the fourth gourd, the Golden Yellow Gourd.

Yet the instant the gourd landed in his hand, an aura belonging to a High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure spread from within it.

"Hiss..."

Tai Yi unconsciously gripped his Pure Yellow Gourd at his side.

Just one step apart, yet the treasures' grades were worlds apart.

"So that was the mystery!" Yuanshi suddenly understood why Nan Ji had said Laozi had lost his mind.

Seeing this, Tongtian no longer cared that his voice had been sealed. He hurriedly stepped forward and took the fifth Water Fire Gourd.

Tongtian hung it at his waist with satisfaction, sighing inwardly, At last, I have a high-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!

Seeing that everyone present except the Witch Clan had obtained a treasure gourd.

Yuanshi looked at the Witch Clan and concluded that the Ancestor Witches would likely not make things difficult over this.

So he hurriedly took the sixth gourd, the Chaos Gourd, into his hand.

When the gourd landed in Yuanshi's palm, an aura of Ultimate Innate quality spread from within it.

Immediately afterward, the final gourd seemed to have suffered some injury and actually began to wither away.