Flirting with the Three Great Goddesses of Taiyin Star into Having Ten Suns? Bringing Hongjun Along to Plow the Fields

On Taiyin Star...

An ancient Laurel Tree stood in the middle, swaying with a shimmering light. It absorbed Taiyin energy and maintained the balance of the entire Taiyin Star.

"Hmm? Kidnap the three of us? Sister Nuwa... are you joking with me?"

Wangshu gazed over with clear eyes. She had a tall figure, fluttering white robes, and long black hair flying in the wind. Her immortal beauty and jade-like bones gave her the mature charm of a refined older sister. She was the foremost of the Taiyin Goddesses.

"This kid? Where did this weakling come from? He's far too weak... I could send him off Taiyin Star with one breath. What makes him think he can kidnap us? I hate people who are useless in every way except for their mouths..."

Another immortal maiden spoke with great disdain. She was somewhat tsundere, and was none other than the future Empress, Xihe. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with her long hair tied up, and possessed the sharpness and pride of a young lady from a wealthy family.

"Giggling... Are you joking? He isn't even qualified to be our underling. Honestly, what a clown..."

Changxi burst out laughing. Dressed in immortal robes as white as snow, with her hair tied into a ponytail, she was a little mischievous as she giggled and stuck out her tongue.

Chen Xuan was curious. Was Changxi the later Chang'e? He did not know yet. She was quite a mischievous goddess...

"Not bad... This fellow isn't as simple as he appears. Do you dare come with us?" Great God Nuwa teased.

Wangshu shook her head. Her movements were elegant, and she possessed a calmness that was truly unruffled, saying, "I am the Lord of Taiyin, suppressing the cold energy of the Taiyin River. Unless something extraordinary happens, I will never leave Taiyin Star..."

She was the true Lord of Taiyin and rarely came out. She had never participated in any conflicts in the Primordial World, and even later, in the age of the Saints, she continued to remain secluded...

"The Taiyin River won't erupt at any moment. Since that's the case, why don't you come with this palace to the Witch Clan?" Great God Nuwa weighed the matter for a moment before finally revealing her purpose.

"Exactly... Our Witch Clan is holding a God of Cooking Competition. We've invited all living beings of the Primordial World and many great powers. As the Lords of Taiyin, you must come..." Sister Houtu immediately added.

"Food? What is that?" The three women, Wangshu included, were all confused. On Taiyin Star, they neither ate nor drank. That was simply how Innate Gods were.

"You'll know once you go..." Great God Nuwa smiled mysteriously. "You'll also learn some secrets that no one else knows, secrets concerning your two younger sisters. Otherwise, you'll regret it..."

"Xihe and Changxi?" Wangshu pondered for a while before finally nodding.

"Let's go! We've kidnapped three more goddesses. Are you over the moon now? Do you need me to play matchmaker and help you marry Goddess Xihe, who will give birth to ten suns in the future? Tsk tsk... Exciting, isn't it?" Great God Nuwa teased him carefully.

"And then have Sister Houtu's Witch Clan Great Witch Dayi shoot me dead?" Chen Xuan rolled his eyes before continuing, "I'm the strongest immortal on the surface—the Earth Immortal. Women will only affect the speed of my cultivation..."

"Tch..." Nuwa shot him a sideways glance. "If you can't measure up to Xihe, then stop bragging. What are you barking about over there? In front of a goddess, you aren't even qualified to be a simp..."

In 2010, during the Shamate era, the Funeral Love Family swept through everything. All trends had to avoid their edge, while whenever a goddess appeared, a crowd of single men would go crazy spending money...

As someone who had witnessed it, Chen Xuan remembered it vividly. After all, his college girlfriend, who had started a business with him, was the village belle from the neighboring village and had the looks of a campus belle. She had run off with a rich heir...

She had even taken all the money from the company...

When it came to women, Chen Xuan both looked forward to them and feared them. Now that he had crossed between two worlds and arrived in the Primordial Great World, was he supposed to grovel before real goddesses?

This was truly a question for the ages...

"I, Chen Xuan... will never be a simp. Great God Nuwa... remember to sculpt one for me. Preferably an obedient, well-behaved one..." Chen Xuan chuckled.

"You really resemble Big Yellow now..." Great God Nuwa said bluntly.

"Damn it... I'm already being very reserved..." Chen Xuan instantly bristled. He was genuinely furious. His thoughts were perfectly normal, so how had he somehow become a simp?

At the White Jade Capital...

Hongjun, who had been observing the situation in the Primordial World, repaired his injuries while deducing the heavenly secrets. Where exactly had the variable appeared?

"How strange..." Hongjun's brows furrowed into a deep crease. He was profoundly puzzled. This was a miscalculation he had never made before. He said, "Why can't I deduce anything about this person? I can only see a few clues, as he stepped out from Nuwa's Daoist arena..."

"The first God of Cooking Competition in the Primordial World—what is that? Why have so many strange things appeared? Could they be related to the unease I've been feeling lately?"

"I absolutely can't wait until after I become a Saint to investigate this. I must go down there and take a look at the Witch Clan and this young man..."

Hongjun waved one hand, and a Daoist drifted out. It was his Self-Corpse, Tianjun Daoist. He looked like a Daoist in his forties, with the bearing of a highly accomplished cultivator that seemed entirely natural, as though the Dao followed nature.

"Go... See what this group is trying to do. You must return before I become a Saint," Hongjun ordered.

"Very well..." Tianjun Daoist gave a slight nod. After cutting out his Self-Corpse, it possessed its own consciousness. He was Hongjun, but Hongjun was not him.

In any case, nothing could go wrong before he became a Saint. After he became a Saint and merged with the Dao, the Primordial World would be a chessboard, and he would be the true player moving the pieces...

All Saints are the Chessboard...

The gods are generals and marshals...

All Living Beings as Pawns. With the Wheel of Karma, he would drive the tribulations. Hongjun would be the one who controlled everything and reaped the benefits...

In an area belonging to the Witch Clan...

The area was already packed with a sea of people. Countless living beings from the Primordial World and many great powers had gathered, while weak creatures filled the surrounding grounds. Most had isolated themselves in separate areas. After all, the strong had their own circles. If a weakling like you barged in, you would only receive cold indifference, or even be deliberately targeted...

"Oh my, fellow Daoist... you came too..."

"Haha... That's right! The Witch Clan sent me an invitation, so I had to come and see what this God of Cooking Competition was about. Apparently, we get to enjoy some food..."

"Haha... Fellow Daoist... It's been a long time. During the war between the three clans, we didn't discuss the Dao for many years. Once the competition is over, let's close the doors and discuss the Dao together..."

A group of great powers from all over the Primordial World chatted with smiles on their faces, giving the Witch Clan plenty of respect. After all, the Witch Clan had the Twelve Ancestral Witches, many Great Witches, and hundreds of thousands of clansmen...

This powerful race continued to grow stronger and was certain to become a major clan, just like the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, controlling the future situation of the Primordial World.

In another high-level area, a group of true bigwigs had gathered. They were all future members of the Three Thousand Mortal Guests of Zixiao Palace...

"What is this fellow Daoist's name? I am Ancestor Hong Yun. After Pangu Creates the Heavens, I was a cloud that reached the sky for countless miles and attained the Dao. This is my good friend Zhen Yuanzi..."

"Heh heh... I am Kunpeng..."

"I am Ancestor Minghe..."

"Dong Wanggong..."

"Xiwangmu..."

"Randeng..."

"Bai Ze..."

"Gui Che..."

"Ying Zhao..."

They introduced themselves one after another, giving the Witch Clan plenty of respect while also showing consideration to the various fellow Daoists. No one started fighting the moment they met, so they could get along better in the future.

There were always those who considered themselves aloof and noble...

"Hmph... A rabble of weaklings born from moisture and eggs, as shameless as the Witch Clan. You claim to possess the Pangu Bloodline, but where does that leave us, the True Lineage of Pangu?" A muffled snort rang out. The speaker had the air of a middle-aged man—none other than one of the Three Pure Ones, Yuqing Yuanshi.

"Second Brother... That's going too far. All living beings have a chance to seek liberation. When asking the Dao, why should one fear their outward form? The Great Dao is long, and perseverance is all that matters." Shangqing Tongtian shook his head and argued.

"Third Brother..." Yuqing Yuanshi was extremely displeased. Why did he oppose him at every turn?

"You two younger brothers, stop making trouble. This is the Witch Clan's territory. Don't get yourselves driven out. Just keep your mouths shut." Laozi rebuked them angrily. Those two younger brothers truly never let him have any peace.

Whoosh...

A streak of Spiritual Light descended...

Tianjun Daoist arrived with an immortal's bearing and a heroic air. At a glance, he saw powerful figures everywhere, all smiling amiably and enjoying food. His entire mind went numb again...

Was this still the familiar Primordial World?

He swept his gaze forward once more and saw someone holding a hoe. It was undoubtedly Chen Xuan, so he smiled and walked over to make conversation.

"What is this fellow Daoist doing here? Everyone else is eating and enjoying themselves before competing for the title of God of Cooking, but you..." Tianjun Daoist asked with a curious smile.

As Hongjun's Self-Corpse, his acting was quite convincing...