Tongtian Agreed to His Idea

Yes, did you really think the other Saints weren't tempted by this tremendous Fortune?

Did anyone actually believe Yuanshi wasn't tempted by this Fortune? Only an idiot would. He simply didn't want to lower his head.

Laozi wasn't moved? What a load of crap. He was merely maintaining the dignity of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun's First Disciple.

As for Zhunti and Jieyin, they had probably already begun taking action.

Nuwa had the Human Race's Fortune, and even Haotian was taking a share of it. What did you think—did Houtu have any ideas? Of course she did. It was just that the Netherworld was difficult to scheme around.

Among all the Saints, only Nuwa and Houtu were not very interested. The other Saints were all eyeing Haotian's Heavenly Court. Of course, Tongtian wasn't very interested either.

Faced with his First Disciple's flattery, Tongtian simply turned a deaf ear. To be honest, he really wasn't interested in the Heavenly Court's Fortune.

Once his Interception Sect gathered ten thousand immortals, would its Fortune be lacking?

As for lowering his head to the Daoist Child Haotian, he knew he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Hmph! You've got quite the beautiful dream. Haotian isn't an idiot either. If he can monopolize the Heavenly Court's Merit and Fortune, why would he share it with you?"

Tongtian snorted coldly in disdain.

If one could eat alone, who would share? At the very least, he absolutely wouldn't give up even a sliver.

Hearing this, Xian Junyu looked at his Master Tongtian as if he were looking at an idiot. He was practically speechless.

His Master was quite clever when it came to other matters, so how could he be so muddleheaded about this? Was playing a few mind games really that difficult?

Xian Junyu immediately began explaining it to his Master Tongtian.

"Master, that's not how you should look at the problem. Haotian is currently like a man who possesses a mountain of gold, but he doesn't have enough strength to guard it alone!"

"With several Saints like you pressing down on him, even if he doesn't want to share, he won't have a choice. Grandmaster only gave Haotian the position of Lord of the Heavenly Court. He didn't concern himself with anything else..."

As he spoke, a sly grin appeared at the corner of Xian Junyu's mouth.

The Fortune of the Three Realms was so vast, and the Saints were all watching it like hungry tigers. How could a mere Quasi-Saint like Haotian possibly hold on to it?

As Tongtian listened, his brows drew tighter and tighter. Hearing his First Disciple put it that way, the Heavenly Court's Merit and Fortune seemed almost like something they could get for free.

But could things really be that easy?

Not necessarily.

"I can pressure Haotian, but do you really think he'll give up so easily?"

Tongtian was skeptical about this.

Hearing that, Xian Junyu immediately smiled faintly and once again revealed a sly grin.

"Hehe, if it were only you, Master, Haotian naturally wouldn't give up so easily. But if you joined forces with First Senior Uncle and the other Saints, Haotian would have no choice but to share!"

In the original Primordial, Venerable Yuanshi had done exactly this. By joining forces with the other Saints, he had not only divided Haotian's Fortune but also taken away his authority.

It was just that the Interception Sect had not been involved.

If Haotian refused to cooperate, Xian Junyu wouldn't mind persuading his Master Tongtian to join forces with the other Saints and forcibly take away his authority and Fortune.

"Oh? What makes you think your First Senior Uncle and the others will join forces? Perhaps they simply don't care about this bit of Fortune?"

Tongtian asked with great interest.

He also wanted to know why his First Disciple could speak so casually about joining forces.

Hearing his Master ask this, Xian Junyu paused for a moment before saying:

"I can't be certain about First Senior Uncle, but given the temperament of Second Martial Uncle, he definitely has his eye on the Heavenly Court's Merit and Fortune..."

"As for First Senior Uncle, I'd still bet seventy percent that he has this idea. As for Zhunti and Jieyin, there's no need to even mention them!"

In the original Primordial, Second Martial Uncle Venerable Yuanshi had done exactly this, but he couldn't say that aloud.

When Tongtian heard that Xian Junyu was relying entirely on guesses and intuition, he was momentarily speechless. But after thinking it over, it didn't seem impossible.

Merit and Fortune brought countless benefits, and no one would complain about having too much. Given Second Brother Yuanshi's personality, it was possible that he had designs on it.

As for Elder Brother Laozi, he probably... wouldn't have any ideas. Of course, that wasn't certain either.

As for Zhunti and Jieyin, ever since Luohu had nearly destroyed the Western Lands, those two shameless fellows had been desperately lacking Merit and Fortune.

It was hardly strange for them to have designs on it.

It was just that his relationship with Yuanshi had been getting worse and worse. To join forces, he would have to lower his head, and he didn't want to do that.

As for Zhunti and Jieyin, he didn't want to associate with them either.

This was getting a little awkward...

"Whether we join forces or not is only empty talk. Plotting against the Heavenly Court's Merit and Fortune won't be that simple. You'd have to lower yourself and make me lose face!"

"And in the end, you might still gain nothing. Are you sure you've thought this through and really want to do it?"

Tongtian asked again.

To be honest, joining forces would be somewhat difficult for him. But once this First Disciple of his made up his mind, it was hard to pull him back. He also couldn't simply reject him outright.

Had this foolish brat not remembered to this day that Tongtian had rejected his earlier proposal to establish Sect Rules to restrain the disciples?

"Yes, Master, I've already thought it through. As for gaining nothing, that's impossible. At worst, we'll simply gain a little less!"

"With you backing me, Master, does Haotian really dare to take advantage of me for nothing? He'd better not push his luck!"

Xian Junyu was extremely confident.

As long as Haotian wasn't a complete moron, he wouldn't reject Xian Junyu coming to him in person—especially when Xian Junyu was respectful, courteous, and willing to flatter him.

If Haotian still acted that way, then he would truly deserve to be trampled beneath the Saints' feet.

"Since you've made up your mind, then go and give it a try. I'll meet with Haotian's people later and accept his invitation this time!"

"When the time comes, take a few disciples and make the trip in my place. You don't need to ask me how to handle it. Just decide for yourself!"

Although this would cost him some dignity, the foolish brat was doing it for the Interception Sect. It wouldn't do to discourage him. Letting him try was fine.

It was only a little dignity. Tongtian could afford to lose that much.

"Yes, Master!"

"But if we're going to accept the invitation, we can't exactly go empty-handed, can we? Don't you think we should..."

As he spoke, Xian Junyu rubbed his hands together and immediately began asking for gifts. The motion was practiced beyond belief.

Seeing this, Tongtian instantly became somewhat displeased.

He was a Saint. Sending people to the Heavenly Court already counted as giving Haotian face. And now he wanted to send gifts too? This foolish brat was taking Haotian far too seriously.

"Just go there yourselves. Haotian was merely a Daoist Child in the past. Where did he get such a grand face that I need to send him gifts?"

Tongtian looked thoroughly displeased.

He had gifts, and he wasn't lacking anything. But when it came to Haotian—the man who had stolen his disciple's position as Heavenly Emperor—he simply didn't want to give him anything.

"Master, think about it. You said it yourself: he used to be a Daoist Child, and he was Grandmaster's Daoist Child at that. It's just like Water-Fire Junior Brother by your side. If we don't give them face, wouldn't that mean we don't give you face, Master?"

"Besides, he's now the Lord of the Heavenly Court who governs the Three Realms. Whether it's to give the Heavenly Emperor face or Grandmaster face, I can't exactly go there empty-handed..."

Xian Junyu slowly explained.

In any case, he had already decided to lower himself and show goodwill. Giving away a few gifts wasn't a big deal.

If he chose not to do something, then he wouldn't do it at all. But once he decided to do it, he had to do it as well as possible. That was his way of handling things.