What? You Have the Pangu Bloodline? Then What Are We, the Three Pure Ones? Three Thousand Great Luo Guests Arrive Early? Hongjun Is Stunned

"Chen Xuan... are you trying to trick my pet rat into going lame?"

A silent, displeased voice rang out, shaking the surroundings. It belonged to Great God Nuwa, Houtu, Fuxi, and the others, who had returned. Seeing a man and a rat farming had already been amusing enough, but Duobao had nearly fried his brain after being thoroughly deceived by Chen Xuan...

"Haha... Great God Nuwa, what did you gain? The God-Slaying Spear, the Twelve-Grade World-Ending Black Lotus, or did you beat Hongjun up? If nothing else, you could pluck a few willow branches from Great Immortal Yang Mei..."

Chen Xuan was full of anticipation, rubbing his fists and waiting for his share.

"Nothing... We had just arrived in the West when those fellows ended things without the slightest understanding of proper conduct... If possible, I suggest you go to White Jade Capital and provoke them a little, just to vent my anger..."

Great God Nuwa was being insufferably coy, showing Chen Xuan no consideration at all. Was there any justice in making the one who worked suffer while those who did nothing enjoyed all the benefits?

"Haha... Great God Nuwa, stop joking..." Chen Xuan scratched his head.

"Weren't you the one who started it?" Great God Nuwa shot him a flirtatious glare and said, "Ancestor Dragon, Yuanfeng, and First Qilin, who had transformed into a mountain, have all been placed inside the River and Mountain Diagram. Their karmic debts still remain, so they must be dealt with properly."

Chen Xuan fell silent for a moment before saying, "You want them to..."

"Yes... Only this can erase their Primordial World karma and hide them from the heavens. We must act quickly." Great God Nuwa was very tactful.

"That makes sense. When shall we return?" Chen Xuan glanced at everyone.

"We can't return yet. The Dragon-Han Calamity has just ended, and Hongjun has yet to attain the Dao. Before he begins lecturing at the Purple Cloud Palace, we must make some preparations..." Houtu interrupted, her expression grave.

The future held the Witch-Demon Great Tribulation, which was still a long way off—far enough that everyone could almost forget about it. Yet the clash between the Demonic Race and the Witch Race would erupt right after Hongjun attained the Dao...

From this point onward, the Demonic Race, led by Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, would establish the Heavenly Court, proclaim themselves the supreme Demon Emperor and Demon Emperor, control the Nine Heavens, and dominate the ages.

The Witch Race would not fall behind. Under the banner of being the masters of the earth, they would establish their own realm. The twelve tribes would produce many Great Witches, creating a division between heaven and earth, while their conflicts grew increasingly intense...

"What are you planning?" Chen Xuan asked curiously.

"Hehe..." Ancestor Houtu was very pleased with herself. "Naturally, I intend to avoid the conflict by every means possible. In the name of the Witch Race's culinary competition, I'll invite all living beings of the Primordial World to participate in a contest..."

"What's the prize? Will you simply choose whoever makes the tastiest food?" Chen Xuan was speechless.

"This..." Ancestor Houtu froze. "I haven't thought of a prize yet." Her earlier excitement was instantly doused...

Great God Nuwa waved her hand and said, "Do you understand what a martial arts tournament is? On the surface, this will be a culinary competition, but in truth, we'll select someone responsible to temporarily govern the Primordial World and mediate between the various factions, preventing the situation from becoming too dire..."

"What gimmick will you use to get them to participate?" Chen Xuan asked with a smile.

"This..." Great God Nuwa fell silent for a moment. Suddenly, inspiration struck her. "Then we'll offer a cup of tea from the Enlightenment Tea Tree. After all, this thing is just as miraculous as the Flat Peaches, Yellow Middle Plums, and Ginseng Fruits. Who knows how many people want one..."

"That gimmick still isn't enough." Chen Xuan shook his head.

"If that's the case, then the Great Divine Beings will come in droves. As long as they show up... We can discuss the situation in the Primordial World, especially the Nine Heavens above us. The sun and moon are our true targets."

Fuxi interrupted, his words carrying a double meaning. He had grasped the crucial point. Indeed, with Houtu on the Witch Race's side, and Di Jun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and the three goddesses of the moon on the other side, everything would be easy to discuss.

They only needed to be willing to participate...

"Excellent... We'll issue the invitations in the name of the Witch Race. What about the Three Pure Ones, who claim to be the True Lineage of Pangu, formed from Pangu's soul? Can't we advertise that our Witch Race possesses the Pangu Bloodline?"

"Tsk, tsk... From now on, our Witch Race will launch the first culinary competition in the Primordial World, delaying the Primordial World calamity and giving us enough time to make arrangements..."

Ancestor Houtu was immensely pleased with herself. The overall trend could not be reversed, but minor developments could be changed. They would simply have to watch the Primordial World change bit by bit from then on.

Sure enough, not long afterward, news that shook the Primordial World spread from various minor factions and countless clans, with the Witch Race's many members joining in the publicity. It resounded throughout heaven and earth.

It was the invitation to the Primordial World's God of Cooking Competition...

In the Western Kunlun Mountains...

On Sanqing Mountain...

"The Primordial World calamity has passed, and heaven and earth are clear once more. What do you two brothers think? Would you like to accompany me on a journey? We can travel the world, beat up some minor monsters, and pick up a few treasures."

It was Taishang Laozi who stepped forward, beaming as he waited for his two younger brothers' reply. The three of them had originally been one entity, so naturally, they would not separate.

"Good. Since Elder Brother has such intentions, we will certainly follow you and take a look at the beautiful mountains and rivers." Yuqing Yuanshi smiled.

"Since both elder brothers are going, I shall naturally follow..." Shangqing Tongtian gave a slight nod.

The Three Pure Ones had transformed from Pangu's primordial spirit. They possessed boundless merit and supreme cultivation techniques. Laozi's companion treasure was the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, the foremost defensive treasure. Yuqing Yuanshi possessed the Jade Ruyi, which could sever yin and yang, while Shangqing Tongtian possessed the Qingping Sword...

After the Three Pure Ones finished preparing, they were just about to leave when a strange piece of news arrived, leaving all three stunned and utterly bewildered.

"Did you hear? Apparently, the Witch Race, which possesses the Pangu Bloodline, is inviting all living beings of the Primordial World to participate in some sort of Primordial World God of Cooking Competition. Participants can obtain the Witch Race's cultivation techniques, Enlightenment Tea, Dragon Tooth Rice, and all kinds of delicacies..."

"What do those things amount to? I heard participants can even become members of the Witch Race. They aren't exclusive at all—not even to members of our Demonic Race..."

"It doesn't end there. All kinds of Great Divine Beings are participating as well. Apparently, quite a few Grand Unity Golden Immortals are going..."

Along the way, countless Primordial World beings discussed the matter animatedly, leaving the Three Pure Ones utterly dumbfounded.

"Elder Brother... We must harshly rebuke the Witch Race. This is utter nonsense." Yuqing Yuanshi was extremely displeased. He said furiously, "A bunch of uncivilized Witch Race barbarians who live on feathers and raw meat—what right do they have to use Pangu's name? We Three Pure Ones are the..."

"Second Brother... That isn't right." Shangqing Tongtian shook his head. "We are the True Lineage of Pangu, while they possess the Pangu Bloodline. That is a perfectly reasonable inheritance, and there is no conflict between us. As for the Primordial World God of Cooking Competition, it sounds very interesting. We should definitely go take a look..."

"Impudent, Third Brother... You show such disregard for your elder brother, and you even acknowledge their status? That is nothing but self-degradation. How are they any different from those born of moisture and hatched from eggs?" Yuqing Yuanshi immediately launched into a scolding tirade.

"Second Brother... You're twisting logic and completely failing to distinguish right from wrong." Shangqing Tongtian immediately retorted.

"Stop arguing..." Taishang Laozi's face turned cold as he reprimanded them. "It is merely the Witch Race. They possess the Pangu Bloodline and dare to stir up trouble after the calamity. Why don't we go take a look?"

"Yes..." Yuanshi and Tongtian nodded together, then glared at each other to show their displeasure.

In a certain mountain range...

There was a Daoist temple. An old Daoist stood at its entrance, holding an ancient book in one hand and a brush in the other as he wrote and drew. Soon, he had composed a couplet: "A divine immortal's residence beyond aging; a Daoist household sharing longevity with heaven."

"Truly marvelous beyond words. Haha..." This person was none other than Zhen Yuanzi, the future Lord of Earth Immortals.

"Master... Someone outside the mountain has delivered an invitation, asking you to participate in the God of Cooking Competition of the Pangu Bloodline—the Witch Race. Please take a look..." A Daoist acolyte came over carrying a booklet. It was Qingfeng.

"Master... This Witch Race actually dares to claim the Pangu Bloodline. How arrogant. As for this so-called God of Cooking Competition, I've never even heard of it. We should ignore them." Another Daoist acolyte, Mingyue, interrupted, his face full of disdain.

Smack, smack...

"Nonsense..." Great Immortal Zhenyuan struck each of them once and said, "The Witch Race's development is no weaker than that of the Dragon Clan back then. They possess great destiny and must not be underestimated."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Mingyue looked aggrieved.

"Enough... Pack up. We'll go take a look." Great Immortal Zhenyuan sighed.

At the same time...

On the Three Islands of Penglai in the East Sea, a Great Divine Being named Dong Wanggong had not only received the news but had even been sent an invitation. He was completely bewildered.

"Pangu Bloodline—the Witch Race. The first God of Cooking Competition in the Primordial World. How interesting!" Dong Wanggong held the Dragon Head Staff, a trace of anticipation appearing on his face.

In the Eastern Kunlun Mountains...

On a stretch of jade mountains...

A black phoenix descended. It belonged to the Black Phoenix Clan of the Phoenix Clan, which Xiwangmu had rescued during the earlier Dragon-Han Calamity. It delivered an invitation.

"Pangu Bloodline—the Witch Race. A God of Cooking Competition in the Primordial World. This... is truly interesting. How did a bunch of feather-eating barbarians learn something like this?" Xiwangmu was astonished.

"My lord... I wonder if you..." The black phoenix raised its head curiously.

"Let's go, let's go... We must go see what is happening." Xiwangmu was instead filled with anticipation.

For a time, the entire Primordial World, from top to bottom, was stirred. Whether it was Ancestor Minghe from the Blood Sea, Kunpeng from the North Sea, Hong Yun, Randeng, and others—or Jieyin and Zhunti of the West, who had not been invited—everyone heard the news.

The Three Pure Ones had left their mountain without receiving invitations, yet they also heard the news and hurried over...

On White Jade Capital...

Daoist Hongjun was healing. The Jade Plate of Creation hovered above his head, while his three corpses stood to his left and right. The light of merit formed a halo behind him, giving him the bearing of an immortal and an extraordinary presence...

Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes, his face filled with confusion. "What is going on? I have yet to unite my three corpses and attain the Dao as the First Sage of the Primordial World, setting the course of the Primordial World. Why have all kinds of Great Divine Beings suddenly appeared, along with the Three Thousand Great Luo Guests..."

"How did such a grand situation happen ahead of schedule?"