Is the Eldest Son Amazing? The Great Dao is Truly Unfair!

When the two arrived before Hong Yuan Hall, hundreds of boy and girl attendants were tending to the ten Chaos Spiritual Roots outside the hall.

The moment they caught sight of Hong Yuan, an overwhelming joy surged across their faces.

Their bodies even trembled violently.

"Master, Master has returned!!"

The attendants' voices immediately drew the attention of the other attendants busy with their own tasks.

In an instant, three thousand boy and girl attendants rushed over in a crowd.

They joyfully welcomed Hong Yuan.

"The boy and girl attendants of Hong Yuan Mountain respectfully welcome the Master's return!"

Seeing these attendants—rosy-lipped, fair-skinned, and brimming with excitement—Ancestor Yang Mei was greatly startled once again.

Good heavens, outside in the Primordial Wilderness, there wasn't a single living being besides them, the Chaos Demon Gods.

Yet Fellow Daoist Hong Yuan already had three thousand of them here.

Though their cultivation and foundations were somewhat lowly, it was still quite remarkable.

He had tried before to enlighten some attendants as servants.

But the moment he did, they perished, their bodies and Dao dissolving instantly.

The reason was the Sha Qi pervading the Primordial Wilderness and the Wilderness's own refusal.

Consider that after several Kalpas, the Sha Qi filling heaven and earth had dissipated somewhat, but it was still far beyond what any being below the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm could endure.

Yang Mei sighed with some emotion, "Fellow Daoist, you truly have a grand touch."

Facing Yang Mei's admiration, Hong Yuan explained, "Fellow Daoist misunderstands. This is not my doing—it is the work of the Great Dao."

"Uh..."

What more could Yang Mei say? He could only lament that Hong Yuan truly was the Great Dao's favored son.

His treatment was utterly unlike theirs—little strays picked up from who knows where.

Hong Yuan looked at the attendants before him, each having reached the Golden Immortal realm, and a hint of satisfaction appeared on his face.

It seemed they had not been idle these days.

Though he had bestowed no special gifts, allowing these attendants to tend the ten Spiritual Roots daily was already quite generous.

After all, these were ten Ultimate Chaos Spiritual Roots.

Even a single sniff could advance one's cultivation a thousand miles in a day.

Yet despite all the attendants having advanced to the Golden Immortal realm, their appearances remained unchanged—rosy-lipped, fair-skinned, like porcelain dolls.

This also put Hong Chu at ease.

He didn't want a bunch of burly, rough men appearing on his mountain.

"Rise."

"We thank the Master."

After the attendants stood up, Hong Yuan introduced Yang Mei: "This is Daoist Yang Mei, a friend of your Master. You may address him as Ancestor Yang Mei."

"We pay respects to Ancestor Yang Mei!"

Hearing the childish, milky voices addressing him, Yang Mei's face showed considerable delight.

With a wave of his hand, three thousand beams of spiritual light appeared in his palm.

Each landed upon one of the attendants.

They were some innate spiritual treasures he had collected over the years, along with insights into the Dao of Space.

Most of them were of High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure rank.

His generosity was by no means small.

The attendants, seeing the gifts Yang Mei had given them, were somewhat at a loss, unsure whether to accept. They looked up at Hong Yuan.

Yang Mei watched with envy.

He wished he had such obedient attendants.

Facing the attendants' questioning gazes, Hong Yuan smiled.

"Accept them all. These are the meeting gifts Fellow Daoist Yang Mei has given you."

Upon hearing Hong Yuan's words, the attendants' joy showed on their faces as they respectfully bowed to Yang Mei.

"We thank Ancestor Yang Mei~"

Seeing this, Yang Mei stroked his long beard with a kindly expression.

He quite liked these well-mannered attendants.

Hong Yuan then instructed the attendants: "Go and gather some spiritual fruits from the ten Spiritual Roots. I wish to entertain Fellow Daoist Yang Mei."

"Yes!"

"Well then, fellow Daoist, let us enter the hall and speak."

"Good!"

And so, Yang Mei walked side by side with Hong Yuan toward Hong Yuan Hall.

But just as Yang Mei passed by those ten spiritual plants, his expression suddenly shifted drastically. With a flicker, he appeared instantly before one of them.

His voice carried a hint of trembling as he spoke.

"This... this is an Ultimate Chaos Spiritual Root?"

When he had first appeared in the square, he had noticed the ten spiritual roots.

But because they had not emitted any aura, Yang Mei had not paid them much mind at the time, taking them for mere Innate Spiritual Roots casually planted by Hong Yuan.

It was only after he drew closer that he sensed something was off.

These ten spiritual roots felt far too familiar to him.

They were nothing like Innate Spiritual Roots.

And when he got a bit nearer, he realized—

What Innate Spiritual Roots?

These were Chaos Spiritual Roots through and through.

And every single one was of no low grade.

They all ranked among the Ultimate Chaos Spiritual Roots.

The shock these ten spiritual roots dealt Yang Mei was beyond words.

After all, even in the primordial chaos before heaven and earth were divided, Ultimate Chaos Spiritual Roots were exceedingly rare.

Most of them had transformed into Chaos Demon Gods over the endless ages.

He himself, for instance, had once been a Hollow Willow in the chaos.

Though these ten spiritual roots before him were far inferior to his original form, their foundation was undoubtedly superior to his current self.

Even Yang Mei felt a pang of envy.

If only they were his.

That damned fat cat Hong Yuan really deserved to die.

Hong Yuan was also somewhat taken aback by Yang Mei's reaction. "Old Yang, they're just ten Ultimate Chaos Spiritual Roots. No need for that, surely? Your original form far surpasses these ten plants."

Yang Mei nearly wept. What did he mean by just ten Ultimate Chaos Spiritual Roots?

Only a fat cat like Hong Yuan could brush them off so lightly.

His original form had indeed far exceeded these ten plants.

But the problem was that was in his past life.

In this life, he was not even a match for these ten Chaos Spiritual Roots.

If he could have the foundation of these ten roots, he could restore himself to the peak of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin in no time, or even reach the Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

He wanted to ask if he could have just one.

But the words reached his lips and died there.

He did not have the face to casually demand a Chaos Spiritual Root.

Unless he was willing to bow his head and pledge allegiance—only then might there be a sliver of a chance.

But Yang Mei could not swallow that pride.

So he held it back.

Forcing down the turmoil in his heart, he trudged painfully toward Hong Yuan.

"Fellow Daoist, quickly, let us leave at once!"

If he stayed any longer, he feared he would not be able to restrain himself.

Hearing this, Hong Yuan could not help but find it amusing.

Who would have thought that the dignified Space Demon God could wear such a face?

And so, the two headed toward the great hall.

But the moment Yang Mei stepped inside, his entire being went numb again.

The dense aura of the Great Dao Law made even Yang Mei blurt out a curse.

"Damn!"

Its richness far surpassed any place he had seen in the chaos.

Here, it was as if the Great Dao itself was personally delivering every law right to one's lips.

One had to understand that while the laws of the Great Dao were abundant within Chaos, they were also violent to the extreme.

Even for them, the Chaos Demon Gods, comprehending them was no easy task.

But here.

All the laws of the Great Dao were active, yet without a trace of that violence.

He had never seen the Great Dao display such a gentle side.

It was as if the Great Dao was personally feeding you.

And even afraid you might burn yourself while absorbing it, so it considerately blew on it to cool it down.

Really, seeing this scene, Yang Mei felt a surge of grievance in his heart.

Was being the favored son that impressive?

The Great Dao truly was unfair!