Tricking the three great goddesses of the Taiyin Star into having ten suns? Taking Hongjun to plow fields.

On the Taiyin Star...

An ancient laurel tree stood in the center, swaying and emitting a faint glow, absorbing the Taiyin energy and maintaining the balance of the entire Taiyin Star.

"Hmm? You want to abduct the three of us? Sister Nuwa... are you joking with me?"

Wangshu's clear eyes looked over. She was tall and graceful, clad in flowing white robes, with a cascade of dark hair flying around her. Her immortal beauty and jade-like bones exuded a mature charm, marking her as the foremost of the Taiyin goddesses.

"This kid? Where did this weakling come from? He's too weak... I could blow him off the Taiyin Star in one breath. What right does he have to abduct us? I hate guys who are all talk and no action..."

Another fairy chimed in, full of disdain and a touch of arrogance. This was the future Empress Xihe, whose beauty was unparalleled. Her hair was tied up, and she possessed the sharp wit and proud spirit of a young lady.

"Hehehe... Are you trying to be funny? You're not even qualified to be our lackey, truly a clown..."

Changxi burst into laughter. Dressed in snow-white immortal robes and with her hair in a ponytail, she playfully stuck out her tongue with a mischievous giggle.

Chen Xuan was curious. Was this Changxi the future Chang'e? He wasn't sure yet. She was quite a mischievous goddess...

"Not bad... this fellow isn't as simple as he appears. Do you dare to follow him?" Nuwa teased.

Wangshu shook her head, her demeanor elegant and calm, truly unflustered. "I am the Lord of Taiyin, suppressing the cold energy of the Taiyin River. Without special circumstances, I will never leave the Taiyin Star..."

This true Lord of Taiyin rarely appeared and never participated in the conflicts of the Primordial World. Even in the later era of Saints, she remained hidden...

"The Taiyin River won't erupt at any moment. Since that's the case, how about you all accompany this Palace to the Witch Clan?" Nuwa weighed her options and finally revealed her purpose.

"That's right... Our Witch Clan is holding a God of Cooking Competition and has invited all beings from the Primordial World, including many Great Powers. As the Lord of Taiyin, you must come..." Houtu quickly added.

"Food? What is that?" Wangshu and the other two goddesses were confused. On the Taiyin Star, they didn't eat or drink; they were Innate Gods.

"You'll know when you get there..." Nuwa smiled mysteriously. "You'll also learn some secrets you never knew, secrets concerning your two sisters. Otherwise, you'll regret it..."

"Xihe and Changxi?" Wangshu pondered for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Let's go! We've abducted three more goddesses. You must be overjoyed, aren't you? Should I play matchmaker for you to marry the goddess Xihe, who will later give birth to ten suns? Tsk tsk... quite exciting, isn't it!" Nuwa playfully teased.

"And then get shot to death by the Witch Clan's Dayi, Sister Houtu's husband?" Chen Xuan rolled his eyes and continued, "I am the strongest immortal on the surface – the Earth Immortal. Women only slow down my cultivation speed..."

"Tch..." Nuwa shot him a look. "If you can't even match Xihe, don't brag. What are you barking about? In front of goddesses, you don't even qualify as a lapdog..."

In 2010, an era of Shamate and the "Funeral Love" family dominated the trends. All fashion had to yield to their might. The birth of goddesses led a horde of single dogs to pay the price...

Chen Xuan, as a witness, felt it deeply. After all, his university girlfriend, the village flower from the next village, who was a campus belle, had run off with a rich second-generation heir...

And she'd taken all the company's money...

When it came to women, Chen Xuan felt both anticipation and apprehension. Now, having traversed two realms and arrived in the Primordial Great World, should he grovel before true goddesses?

This was truly a question for the ages...

"I, Chen Xuan... will never be a lapdog. Madam Nuwa... remember to mold one for me, preferably one that's obedient and well-behaved..." Chen Xuan grinned slyly.

"You really are acting like Big Yellow right now..." Nuwa remarked without restraint.

"Damn it... I'm being very reserved..." Chen Xuan instantly bristled. He was thinking normally, so how had he become a lapdog?

On White Jade Capital...

Hongjun, who had been observing the situation in the Primordial World, was repairing his injuries while deducing heavenly secrets. Where had the anomaly occurred?

"Strange..." Hongjun's brows furrowed deeply in confusion. This was a miscalculation he had never experienced before. "Why can't I deduce anything about this person? I can only see a faint trace, emerging from Nuwa's dojo..."

"The Primordial World's First God of Cooking Competition, what is this? And these strange things... could they be related to my recent unease?"

"I absolutely cannot wait until I become a Saint to investigate. I must go down there and probe the Witch Clan and this young man..."

Hongjun beckoned, and a Daoist priest materialized, his self-corporeal body, Tianjun Daoist. He appeared to be in his forties, exuding the natural aura of a fully realized cultivator, his Dao in harmony with nature.

"Go... see what this group is up to. You must return before I attain sainthood," Hongjun commanded.

"Understood..." Tianjun Daoist nodded slightly. Having severed his self, his self-corporeal body possessed consciousness, but he was not Hongjun, and Hongjun was not him.

No matter what, nothing could go wrong before he attained sainthood. After becoming a Saint and merging with the Dao, the Primordial World would be a chessboard, and he would be the true player...

All Saints are the chessboard...

All Gods are the generals...

All beings are chess pieces, driven by the Wheel of Karma through Calamities. He, Hongjun, would be the beneficiary who controlled everything...

Within a region of the Witch Clan...

A vast crowd had already gathered – countless beings from the Primordial World, numerous Great Powers, and everywhere, weaker beings. Most had secluded themselves, as the strong had their own circles. If a weakling intruded, they would be met with cold indifference or even targeted...

"Oh my... Fellow Daoist... you've arrived too..."

"Haha... Yes! The Witch Clan sent an invitation, and I had to come see what this God of Cooking Competition is all about. Apparently, it's about enjoying delicious food..."

"Haha... Fellow Daoist... Long time no see. With the recent war between the Three Clans, it's been ages since we debated Dao. After the tournament, let's close our doors and have a good discussion..."

A group of Great Powers from all corners of the Primordial World were all beaming, showing great respect to the Witch Clan. This was because the Witch Clan had the Twelve Ancestral Witches, many Great Witches, and hundreds of thousands of clan members...

This powerful racial force was still growing and was destined to become a major clan, like the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, controlling the future of the Primordial World.

In another high-level area, a group of true overlords had gathered, all future "Three Thousand Mortal Guests of Zixiao Palace."

"What is this fellow Daoist's name? I am Ancestor Hongyun, who attained Dao from an endless mass of clouds after Pangu created heaven and earth. This is my good friend Zhen Yuanzi..."

"Heh heh... This seat is Kunpeng..."

"I am Ancestor Minghe..."

"Dong Wanggong..."

"Xiwangmu..."

"Randeng..."

"Bai Ze..."

"Gui Che..."

"Ying Zhao..."

A group introduced themselves, giving ample face to the Witch Clan and to their fellow Daoists, avoiding immediate conflict and ensuring future pleasantries.

Those who were often self-important...

"Hmph... A bunch of rabble, born of moisture and eggs, as shameless as the Witch Clan. What do they mean by 'Pangu Bloodline'? Where does that leave us, the true lineage of Pangu?" A muffled snort sounded, from a middle-aged man, it was Yuqing Yuanshi, one of the Three Pure Ones.

"Second Brother... those words are too extreme. All beings have a sliver of hope for liberation and the heart to seek the Dao. Why fear external appearances? The Great Dao is vast, and all that is needed is perseverance," Shangqing Tongtian shook his head and argued.

"Third Brother..." Yuqing Yuanshi was very displeased. Why was he always being opposed?

"Eldest and Second Brothers, cease this nonsense. This is the Witch Clan's territory. Don't think about driving anyone out; just shut up," Grand Pure One Laozi reprimanded. These two bothers were truly troublesome.

Whoosh...

A beam of spiritual light descended...

The Heavenly Jun Daoist, with his immortal demeanor, arrived. Upon seeing the many powerful beings all smiling and enjoying the feast, he was once again stunned...

Was this still the familiar Primordial World?

He swept his gaze forward again and saw someone holding a hoe. It was undoubtedly Chen Xuan. He smiled and went up to strike up a conversation.

"What is this fellow Daoist doing here? Everyone is eating delicious food, enjoying themselves, and then preparing for the competition to select the God of Cooking. But you..." The Heavenly Jun Daoist asked with a curious smile.

As Daoist Hongjun's Self-Corpse, his acting skills were more than sufficient