What Kind of Distribution Is This

"Since this item is a treasure of the Witch Clan, its distribution should be decided by us Ancestor Witches! We guarantee to share it with everyone; our Witch Clan will not keep this spiritual root."

Dijiang's tone was firm.

"Good!"

"Agreed!"

"No problem!"

Upon hearing Dijiang's condition, everyone beamed with joy and was highly satisfied.

Since the Witch Clan did not want this Innate Gourd Vine, the treasures would naturally fall into their hands.

The Three Pure Ones secretly calculated how many gourds they would receive.

Nuwa's eyes flashed with brilliance.

Jieyin and Zhunti revealed looks of greed.

There were a total of seven gourds on the gourd vine, and they felt they should at least get three.

"And me, I also agree! I arrived here even earlier than all of you!"

Just then, a voice rang out, and the figure of Demon Emperor Dijun appeared.

He had retreated earlier, fearing being surrounded by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

However, he was unwilling to give up and had been lingering nearby.

Now that he saw an opportunity to reclaim the Innate Gourd, how could he miss it? He immediately revealed himself.

As soon as Dijun appeared, the expressions of the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti turned grim.

The seven gourds were already not enough to go around, and now there was one more person.

However, they did not wish to cause more trouble and could only endure it for now.

The seven small gourds on the Innate Gourd Vine would ripen in another half an hour.

Everyone was getting a little restless.

However, Hongyun spoke again.

"Since everyone's opinions are consistent, to avoid any accidents, why not swear with your Dao heart to acknowledge this distribution method!"

Hongyun looked at everyone and said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, everyone was slightly taken aback.

But after thinking about it, they felt it made sense.

After all, the number of gourds was limited, and it was inevitable that some people would not get any.

If someone went back on their word later, wouldn't it just cause more trouble?

Moreover, the distribution rights were in the hands of the Witch Clan's Ancestor Witches, so Hongyun's suggestion was not unreasonable.

Thus, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti all took an oath.

"We swear with our Dao hearts that this Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Root will be distributed according to the wishes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and we will have no objections. If we violate this oath, our Dao hearts will be tarnished, and we will have no hope of achieving Dao."

Oaths were sworn one after another.

Seeing this, Hongyun nodded with satisfaction.

In the Great Desolation, swearing with one's Dao heart meant being bound by the Heavenly Dao.

No one dared to violate it lightly.

Otherwise, they would face the punishment of the Heavenly Dao, be entangled by karma, and have no hope of achieving Dao.

However, at this moment, there was still one person who had not taken the oath.

That person was Dijun.

Dijun's expression was slightly odd.

He looked at Hongyun, then glanced at the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite pinpoint it.

He had a past grievance with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and if he swore, he feared that this Innate Gourd would have nothing to do with him.

Furthermore, he had been tricked by Hongyun last time, and he always felt that this "good old man" persona was suspicious.

Seeing Dijun hesitate, the others became displeased.

"Dijun, if you're not willing to swear, leave now and don't delay us in dividing the treasures!"

Jieyin was the first to speak.

With so many people already crowded, it was best to have one less.

"Dijun, either swear or get lost, otherwise don't blame us for being impolite!"

Zhunti immediately followed with a reprimand.

The gazes of Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi, and Tongtian also turned coldly towards Dijun.

The spiritual treasures in the hands of the three floated, as if they intended to make a move.

Nuwa remained silent.

Although she was part of the Demon Clan, she held no affection for Dijun.

Now that it concerned whether she could obtain a treasure, she naturally wished for one less competitor.

"Alright, I swear!"

Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, Dijun didn't dare to think further and hastily took an oath.

"I, Dijun, swear by my Dao heart: this Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Root shall be distributed according to the wishes of the Twelve Ancestor Witches. If I go back on my word, my Dao heart shall be tainted, and I shall never achieve the Dao."

Upon seeing Dijun's oath complete, everyone's expressions relaxed, and they all turned their gazes towards the Innate Spiritual Root.

They quietly awaited the moment of its ripening.

Half an hour later, the Innate Gourd Vine finally matured.

Seven gourds of various colors emanated a rich spiritual energy.

Their aura was exceptionally extraordinary.

Even the unrefined gourds alone were comparable to High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

If refined, it wouldn't be difficult for them to ascend to the ranks of Supreme Grade Spiritual Treasures.

However, no one rushed forward to pick them.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches had already surrounded the spiritual root.

Furthermore, having sworn an oath earlier, they could only patiently wait for the distribution.

Ancestor Witch Dijiang stepped forward and uprooted the Innate Gourd Vine.

A considerable amount of divine soil clung to the roots, which was precisely the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil.

"As expected of a supreme treasure, even the soil on its roots is so precious!"

"This Supreme Grade Spiritual Root will surely rank among the top five spiritual roots in the Great Desolation!"

"Hurry and divide it, I must have one of the gourds!"

Everyone whispered amongst themselves, full of anticipation.

Ancestor Witch Dijiang tore off the seven gourds, also grabbing the vines in his palm.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone, now, according to the rules, I will begin distributing these treasures!"

Everyone present held their breath in unison, their eyes locked onto the gourds in Dijiang's hand, much like little children in kindergarten eagerly awaiting candy.

Dijiang slowly took out the Crimson Gourd, speaking aloud while his gaze swept across everyone's faces.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, all had eyes shining with greed, wishing they could pounce immediately.

Taishang Laojun muttered to himself, "This first gourd will most likely be mine. After all, I am the head of the Three Pure Ones, and the Three Pure Ones and the Ancestor Witches originated from Pangu's lineage!"

At this moment, he had no mind to argue with the Twelve Ancestor Witches about who was the legitimate successor; his entire mind was focused on quickly snatching the Innate Gourd.

Yuanshi and Tongtian's eyes burned, and they silently thought, "Could it be mine?"

Nuwa calculated in her heart, "Although I am part of the Demon Clan, I have never fallen out with the Witch Clan. If these Ancestor Witches have any conscience, the first one should be mine!"

Jieyin and Zhunti secretly prayed, "Give it to me quickly! Dijiang, as long as you bestow this gourd upon me, my Western Lands will protect your Witch Clan in the future!"

Demon Emperor Dijun's thoughts churned, "Give it to me? Unlikely. But what if the Witch Clan wants to reconcile with my Demon Clan? Hmph, even if they give it to me, I won't let them off!"

He knew Dijiang would most likely not give it to him, yet he still held onto a sliver of hope.

But Dijiang's gaze shifted, finally settling on Hongyun.

He announced loudly, "This first gourd, I bestow it upon Fellow Daoist Hongyun!"

With that, he stuffed the Crimson Gourd into Hongyun's hand.

Seeing this outcome, although a little disappointed, everyone didn't take it too much to heart.

After all, Hongyun was the one who proposed the idea of distributing the gourds, so giving him the first one was justifiable.

Moreover, there were still six more gourds, not to mention the rather impressive-looking gourd vine.

Jieyin and Zhunti's eyes darted around as they secretly hatched a plan.

Now that the item was in Hongyun's hands, they weren't worried at all; they could just carry it over after the distribution.

Giving it to an honest person like Hongyun was as good as giving it to them!

The two exchanged a glance, and a smile curved their lips simultaneously.

Dijiang didn't rush to handle the remaining gourds. He flipped his hand and took out the gourd vine, preparing to continue the distribution.

This vine was covered in Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, and its value was no less than that of an Innate Gourd.

Seeing this, a gleam flashed in Nuwa's eyes.

She had a strong feeling that this gourd vine had an immense destiny with her.

She resolved in her heart, "This one is mine this time!"

Taishang Laojun muttered privately, "Although this gourd vine isn't as good as an Innate Gourd, it's still a decent item. If it's given to me, I'll take it!"

However, in his heart, he still wanted an Innate Gourd more.

If he took the vine, the gourds that came later would likely be out of reach.

After all, there were many people and few items; they couldn't be distributed to everyone.

Yuanshi thought to himself, "This vine would be perfect for refining a whip. It's just what my troublesome disciples need to be kept in line!"

Dijun silently chanted in his heart, "Give it to me, and throw in a gourd, and I won't cause trouble with the Witch Clan anymore!"

He stared intently at the gourd vine, not even daring to blink.

He knew very well that the Ancestor Witches likely wouldn't leave anything for him in this treasure distribution.

Even getting the gourd vine would be acceptable.

As for getting another Innate Gourd, he knew it was a pipe dream, but thinking about it gave him an excuse to continue finding fault with the Witch Clan.

Jieyin and Zhunti were also extremely envious.

This gourd vine was a treasure, and it came with Nine Heavens Breathing Soil – it was practically a perfect match for the Western Lands.

Dijiang, however, spoke up, "This gourd vine shall also go to Fellow Daoist Hongyun!"

This statement stunned everyone.

"What? Doesn't Hongyun already have one?"

"This is too biased!"

"Dijiang, do you even know how to distribute treasures? Or should I do it for you!"

Taishang, Yuanshi, and Tongtian exploded on the spot, shouting in anger.

They had tolerated it when the Crimson Gourd was given to Hongyun, but now, giving him the gourd vine as well was simply unbearable.

Even though there were six more gourds to come, this distribution method was too outrageous.

Dijiang snorted coldly, "Have you forgotten the oath you just swore? The distribution, or lack thereof, is up to us Ancestor Witches!"

At these words, the Three Pure Ones immediately fell silent.

Nuwa, who was about to complain, swallowed her words upon hearing this.

She felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to this gourd vine.

Now that Dijiang had given it to Hongyun, she felt as if she had lost a precious treasure.

But thinking of the oath, she dared not speak.

To break an oath for a mere vine would mean eternal damnation – a loss too great to bear.

Besides, there were still six gourds waiting.

Dijun sighed inwardly, "As expected, there's nothing for me!"

He had held onto a sliver of hope just moments ago, but reality had slapped him hard.

The Demon Clan and the Witch Clan were like fire and water.

He glared venomously at the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance. Though a bit disappointed, they comforted themselves: If it went to Hongyun, didn't that mean it was essentially going to them?

Dijiang handed the gourd vine and the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil to Hongyun, then grabbed another gourd.

He prepared to continue the distribution.

"This Purple Gourd..."

Dijiang held a purple gourd in his hand.

According to the original plan, this gourd should have gone to Taishang Laojun, later refined into the Purple Gold Gourd.

Seeing this purple gourd now, Taishang Laojun instinctively felt a connection.

He cleared his throat, "Second brother, third brother, this purple gourd... cough, I mean, I really want it!"

As soon as the words "connected to me" left his mouth, he caught sight of Jieyin and Zhunti, his old face flushed, and he quickly changed his wording.

Yuanshi patted his chest, "Eldest brother, don't worry, it should be our turn this time!"

Tongtian nodded, "That's right, this purple gourd definitely belongs to eldest brother!"

Although they also coveted it, since Taishang Laojun had spoken first, they felt awkward snatching it.

The Three Pure Ones were united now. While they had minor disagreements among themselves, they presented a united front to outsiders.

Nuwa stared at the purple gourd, her eyes filled with longing.

The Crimson Gourd wasn't hers, nor was the gourd vine. This purple gourd should be hers.

Dijun's eyes turned red, his gaze towards the Twelve Ancestral Witches filled with hatred.

Even so, he still yearned for this purple gourd.

Jieyin thought to himself, "This time it should be for our Western Lands!"

Zhunti calculated, "Hongyun already has two. Give this purple gourd to me, and then one more to my senior brother. Our Western Lands will then have four!"

He had long ago treated Hongyun's treasures as his own.

Dijiang's gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on Hongyun.

He spoke, "This purple gourd shall also be given to Fellow Daoist Hongyun!"

What?

Another one for Hongyun?

Everyone was completely stunned.

Taishang Laojun roared, "This purple gourd absolutely cannot fall into Hongyun's hands!"

Yuanshi's face turned green with anger, "Dijiang, do you understand what fair distribution means?"

Tongtian, with his fiery temper, jumped up, "If this purple gourd is given to Hongyun, I, Tongtian, will be the first to disagree!"

Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Demon Emperor Dijun were all burning with rage, their faces ashen.

What kind of distribution was this!