Stop! This Treasure Is Fated with Me

Above Jin'ao Island.

Qin Hong looked warily at Jin'ao Island, wreathed in immortal mist, and finally shook his head slowly.

"Too dangerous. Good thing I ran fast—otherwise, I might've ended up buried at the hands of that female demon!"

After leaving Jin'ao Island, Qin Hong did not pause in the slightest. Channeling his power to push his speed to the limit, he flew straight toward Kunlun Mountain, where Heavenly Lord of Original Beginning resided.

As the most shameless and most frenetically active existence in the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, Heavenly Lord of Original Beginning had had a hand in every last matter: the destruction of the Sect of Interception, Father's imprisonment, one after another. Since Qin Hong intended to change the Sect of Interception's circumstances and fate, he would naturally begin with Heavenly Lord of Original Beginning and his Sect of Enlightenment.

The primordial land was boundless and endless. Jin'ao Island, where Qin Hong had been, lay in the Eastern Sea, while Kunlun Mountain was in the west. Though the primordial land had shrunk considerably since the Witch-Demon War, it was still not a distance Qin Hong could cross in a short while.

Qin Hong was now a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, a powerhouse even in the present-day primordial land. Yet before such a vast journey, it was still far from enough.

"Damn, why is Kunlun Mountain so far away?"

High in the sky, a streak of purple-black light sped endlessly westward. Seated cross-legged within that purple-black radiance was none other than Qin Hong.

More than half a month had passed since he left Jin'ao Island. During that time, Qin Hong had flown through the skies without pause, seated upon the clouds with the magnificent scenery of the primordial land spread out before his eyes.

Looking at the primordial land after it had endured the Dragon-Phoenix Beginning Calamity and the Witch-Demon War, Qin Hong could not imagine what a grand spectacle it must once have been.

In today's primordial land, the spirit veins in many places had collapsed or been laid bare, dwindling away at every moment. Compared to the era of the Witch-Demon War, the spiritual energy now was simply a barren wasteland.

Although the primordial land now had seven Saints, the Three Sects of the East and the Western Sect, with the Sect of Interception even claiming that ten thousand immortals came to pay homage, when it came down to it, during that great war between witches and demons, Golden Immortals did not even have the chance to take the field. Even Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals died in great numbers every day.

That was the true age when Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals walked the earth everywhere, and Golden Immortals were worth less than dogs!

Leaving aside the powerhouses, even heavenly treasures had become things one could encounter only by chance.

In the primordial land of old, spiritual energy had been dense and spirit veins flourished. Countless heavenly treasures had continuously sprung forth in such an environment.

It was no exaggeration to say that even if you went out to relieve yourself, you might stumble upon a treasure that had yet to acknowledge an owner.

But now? Heh heh!

"Hm? What's that?"

Just as Qin Hong was lost in thought, his heart suddenly gave a fierce thump. Following that sensation, he looked over and saw a streak of rosy light flash and vanish within a nearby valley. Threads of purple qi coiled within the glow—it was clearly extraordinary.

"Is that... the phenomenon of a treasure being born?"

"Is my luck really this good?"

"I just came out for a stroll and ran into something valuable?"

With that thought, Qin Hong flew straight toward the valley.

The moment he reached the mouth of the valley, Qin Hong caught a rich fragrance. Light was shooting out from within, staining even the sky above purple-red. It was plainly the sign of a treasure coming into being.

"It really is a treasure. And I actually ran into it!"

Qin Hong's heart stirred, delighted by his own good fortune.

But when he turned his gaze toward the place where the light was most concentrated, his eyes could not help widening.

Two figures had already landed in the valley ahead of Qin Hong.

The pair had solemn, dignified appearances, faint light rippling around their bodies. Two glowing wheels hovered behind their heads, and they were just about to make a move to collect the treasure.

"Well now, I finally leave home for once, and I run into this kind of thing!"

"I thought I'd get lucky and casually pick up a treasure, but now the Westerners have beaten me to it!"

"Wait, no... these two are..."

"Glowing all over, with shining wheels over their heads... fuck, aren't these the bald monks of the Western Sect?"

"Back in the East again to swipe whatever they can?"

Although the Western Sect had not yet changed its name to Buddhism, and they still had their three thousand strands of vexation, Qin Hong was accustomed to calling them bald monks.

"I haven't even gone to wreak havoc in your West yet, and here I find you scavenging for treasures in my East. Interesting!"

Thinking of how so many disciples of the Sect of Interception would be abducted by the Western Sect after the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, castrated and turned into pitiful children without balls, then made to serve as mounts for the Western Sect for all eternity, Qin Hong's heart could not help filling with blazing fury.

Having made up his mind, Qin Hong headed straight into the valley.

"Senior Brother, looks like our luck is pretty good today. We don't even need to rob anyone—this treasure came knocking on our door itself!"

Within the valley, the slightly shorter Daoist spoke, his face brimming with delight and surprise.

"Indeed!"

The taller Daoist could not help smiling as well.

"This is the fortune of both of us! It seems the fortune of our Western Sect has arrived!"

"Now that the Three Sects have signed the Investiture of the Gods Scroll, the immeasurable calamity is at hand. Yet it has nothing whatsoever to do with our Western Sect."

"Those Three Sects are fighting until they're utterly entangled. Our Western Sect can take this chance to grow and strengthen!"

"The great rise of our Western Sect is right before our eyes!"

After the taller Daoist finished, the shorter one continued.

"Hehe, Senior Brother is right. Today is a fine omen! Let the disciples of those Three Sects fight until their heads are smashed and blood flows!

"Whatever deaths or injuries come of it, it has nothing to do with our Western Sect!"

"The treasure has already emerged. Let's make our move!" said the short Daoist.

"Alright! From the looks of it, this treasure is probably some kind of spiritual root or spiritual fruit."

With that, the two were about to unleash their Divine Abilities and dig out the treasure buried beneath the soil.

But just as they had steadied themselves and before they could make a move, a childish voice rang out:

"Two fellow Daoists, don't be in such a hurry!"

"Hehe, sorry about this, but this item is fated with me!"

"I hope the two fellow Daoists will do me the honor and make things convenient by leaving now!"

The two, who had been about to act, couldn't help but have their eyelids twitch violently at those words.

Why did that sound so punchable?

No, aside from being punchable, why did it sound so familiar?

Damn, wasn't that the Western Sect's usual treasure-snatching catchphrase?

Who was it? To have the gall to steal our stuff!

It had always been us stealing from others—when had anyone ever dared steal right over our heads?

This person was shameless! And he was even pretending to have the voice of a little child—who was he trying to fool?

The two stopped what they were doing and looked behind them, only to see a fair, clean little porcelain doll with a handsome face standing there.

The little child looked about ten years old. His large sparkling eyes were immensely deceptive, and he was currently smiling brightly at the two of them.

Staring at the porcelain doll before them, the two were utterly dumbfounded.

Had that kid said those words just now?

He hadn't even grown all his hair yet, and he dared fight them for treasure? Was he tired of living?