Heavenly Dao Above, I've Been Wronged!
While those few Daluo Golden Immortal might not know about Hong Yuan's recent display of wealth, Hong Yuan saw it all clearly.
The Mosquito Daoist saw those treasures appear the instant...
He then used his great supernatural powers to conceal the secrets of heaven, and while those few Daluo Golden Immortal were not paying attention, he secretly collected several treasures.
However, they did not continue to collect fees.
And this is just as Mosquito Daoist himself said.
These treasures are truly extraordinary.
It was simply beyond the capacity of a One-Corpse Quasi-Saint to handle everything.
After all, these are treasures collected by the sages of the Primordial Universe!
There are even some treasures that can enhance the breakthrough of cultivation levels.
If the Mosquito Daoist collects too much, he will surely incur Causality and be hunted down.
It would be fine if we could win, but I doubt we could.
After all, this has attracted all the famous beings in the entire Primordial Wilderness.
Therefore, the Mosquito Daoist was also very sensible and only took a few items before leaving.
Hong Yuan was also curious: wasn't Mosquito Daoist supposed to be leaving?
Why did they suddenly start chatting with me?
With a single thought, Hong Yuan understood why Mosquito Daoist had sought him out.
It turned out that before leaving, Mosquito Daoist suddenly saw himself leaning against the tree trunk.
Because I'm a bit too relaxed.
This led the Mosquito Daoist to believe that he was a disciple of a sage, which sparked his desire to befriend him.
Having cultivated himself for so long, Mosquito Daoist knows the dangers of the Primordial Wilderness.
Although he possesses the supernatural power to devour all things, he is ultimately weak and alone. If he could befriend a disciple of a sage, he would have more confidence when he is targeted in the future.
As for why Mosquito Daoist, who clearly came from the Blood Sea, didn't go to the Ming He, the reason is quite simple.
That's what he didn't want to do.
After all, he and the Ming He both originated from the Blood Sea.
However, their status and cultivation levels were completely different, one could say they were worlds apart.
Therefore, he was not particularly interested in going to the Ming He.
Hong Yuan understood this idea as well.
It's simply that the illegitimate son feels resentful seeing his biological son doing so well, so naturally he won't lower himself to seek out that person.
After exchanging a few words, Mosquito Daoist suddenly seemed to remember something. He looked at Hong Yuan with a slightly probing gaze and a hint of inquiry in his tone. "Fellow Daoist, your demeanor is extraordinary, and your cultivation is also remarkable. Your background must be extraordinary. May I ask..."
He paused deliberately, as if considering his words, then smiled slightly and asked casually, "May I ask, friend, which sage's disciple are you?"
This question, though seemingly casual, actually contains a profound meaning.
If Hong Yuan is truly a disciple of a sage, then Mosquito Daoist will naturally become even more enthusiastic.
If not, he can adjust his attitude in time to avoid wasting his energy.
Upon hearing this, a hint of amusement flashed in Hong Yuan's eyes.
But he didn't rush to answer. Instead, he gently stroked the leaf in his hand and asked with a half-smile, "Why do you ask that?"
Mosquito Daoist smiled, his face full of sincerity. "Just curious! After all, your demeanor and cultivation level are unlike those of an ordinary cultivator!"
Upon hearing this, Hong Yuan slowly nodded, then shook his head, revealing a profound and unfathomable expression.
He slowly rose, stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering even without wind, and spoke in a deep and solemn tone, "Although I am not a disciple of a sage, I Wang Teng, possess the qualities of one! As the saying goes—a general who doesn't want to be a cook is not a good soldier. A cultivator who can't dance is not a true master! When I become a sage, everything will be fleeting, and all the Causality that befalls me will be nothing more than a snap of my fingers!"
He paused, his gaze distant, as if he could already see himself standing atop the Great Dao, and continued, "Today you see me sitting here idly, but one day you will know that this Primordial Wilderness world is nothing more than a speck of dust beneath my feet!"
"What is the Heavenly Dao? When I become a saint, I will be the Heavenly Dao!"
"The Dao Venerable Master preaching? That's just paving the way for me!"
"Great God Pangu created the world? That was just to make room for me!"
"Why do you think the Dao Venerable set the number of saints in the first place? It was because he was afraid that after my birth, there would be too many saints and not enough to go around!"
As he spoke, Hong Yuan suddenly pointed to the group of cultivators vying for the spiritual treasure in the distance, his tone suddenly becoming impassioned:
"Look at those insignificant ants, fighting and scrambling only to safeguard my spiritual treasures! On the day I attain enlightenment, they will kneel down and offer the treasures to me!"
Then, suddenly lowering his voice, he approached the Mosquito Daoist mysteriously:
"I'll let you in on a secret: I, Wang Teng, have successfully found the foundation for enlightenment! The day of my sainthood is right before my eyes!!"
Upon hearing this, Mosquito Daoist felt a chill run down his spine, and his eyes twitched uncontrollably. He silently took a half step back, thinking that he had probably encountered a madman today.
Just as he was about to take his leave, Hong Yuan called out loudly, "Fellow Daoist, please wait! I swear to the Heavenly Dao that as long as you are willing to assist me, after I become a saint, I will appoint you as a Guardian Heavenly Venerable, commanding an army of 100,000 blood mosquitoes to bite those who dare not look down on them!"
Mosquito Daoist finally lost his patience. He really didn't know whether Hong Yuan in front of him was truly insane or pretending to be.
But what he said made even himself feel a little scared.
Mosquito Daoist glanced subconsciously into the void, fearing that a few bolts of heavenly lightning might fall from somewhere and strike him dead on the spot.
He breathed a sigh of relief after realizing that there was nothing unusual about the void.
But when it came to actually contacting Hong Yuan, he dared not.
He chuckled twice and said, "Fellow Daoist, your ambition is high... I suddenly remembered there's soup simmering in my cave. Farewell!"
After saying that, he transformed into a streak of black light and fled, his speed so fast it was as if a saint were chasing him.
Watching the departing figure of the Mosquito Daoist.
Hong Yuan couldn't help but sigh.
He slightly raised his head, gazing into the void above, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Nephew, was what your Second Uncle said just now wrong?!"
"Boom!!"
In an instant, a bolt of heavenly tribulation lightning crashed down.
Accompanied by the tribulation lightning, a sound that only Hong Yuan could hear echoed throughout this world.
"Yes... Second Uncle... is right!"
Meanwhile, the Mosquito Daoist was constantly traversing through the void.
I heard a thunderous roar behind me.
His face turned deathly pale instantly.
Damn it, that guy got struck by lightning for his arrogant boasting!
At this point, they would probably have already been utterly destroyed.
Thinking of this, Mosquito Daoist couldn't help but curse, "Madman!"
But just now, after cursing in my heart...
A bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens with a deafening roar.
He gazed at the vast celestial punishment that had suddenly appeared above his head.
Mosquito Daoist's pupils suddenly contracted.
With a look of horror, he blurted out, "Heavenly Dao above... I have nothing to do with that person!!"
But the lightning bolt did not stop in the slightest.
A loud "boom!" was heard.
It possessed an irresistible and majestic holy aura.
It struck the Mosquito Daoist on the spot.
He cleaved the Mosquito Daoist directly into the ground.
After an unknown amount of time, the Mosquito Daoist, covered in black soot and half-dead from being hacked to death, struggled to crawl out from the ground.
Looking up at the void above, his face was full of pleading and grievance.
"Heavenly Dao above, I'm innocent... I really have nothing to do with that person!!"