Randeng's Belated Fear: Was the Clown Actually Me? Poison Venerate Spread Poison, and the Witch-Demon Clans' Resentment!

Above the sea of clouds.

The land stretched flat and vast in every direction, as far as the eye could see.

The instant Daoist Randeng saw the surroundings, he knew he had arrived before his master, the Great Love Heavenly Venerate. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees and kowtowed.

Respectfully, he said, "Disciple Randeng pays respects to Master. May Master advance further upon the Great Dao!"

Hearing those words,

Qingyuan could not help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

So this old geezer could say auspicious things too?

Back when he had gone to Kunlun Mountains to pay respects to Venerable Yuanshi, Daoist Randeng had mocked him over this. Yet this cheap disciple of his also...

Qingyuan's expression remained unchanged.

He said blandly, "Did I not tell you to assist Earth Emperor Shen Nong at the East Sea Coast?"

"You have handled matters fairly well. You became the Teacher of the Human Emperor, comprehended Nirvana True Meaning, and gained quite a harvest. You have also brought your master considerable prestige. Now that the East Sea Coast is peaceful and no one from the Mystic Gate has come to cause trouble, why have you come looking for me?"

"Reporting to Master, this disciple would never normally dare disturb Master's cultivation of the Great Dao."

Daoist Randeng first offered a round of praise.

Only then did he reveal his purpose, saying with a troubled expression, "This disciple has truly encountered a problem this time. I beg Master to enlighten me!!"

He then hurriedly explained that Shennong had served as the Human Race Co-Lord for more than eight thousand years, yet had still failed to attain complete enlightenment.

He also mentioned how the previous proclamation to Heaven and Earth had failed, making them a laughingstock to all sides.

Fearing that