Succession of the Father's Business, Treasures of the Primordial World Belong to Our Witch Clan!

Everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Taiqing Laozi, who was undergoing a breakthrough.

Their gazes towards Taiqing Laozi were filled with excitement and anticipation, wanting to see how many petals his bloom would manifest.

Xuanyuan and the Twelve Ancestor Witches, however, were yawning continuously, showing little interest.

Was a Nine-Petal Bloom really that rare?

They had all bloomed nine petals!

As for Xuanyuan, Dijiang, and the others, they were internally speculating about how many petals would bloom during his breakthrough.

At least nine petals!

As for higher, they didn't dare to think about it.

After all, nine was already the ultimate number.

Higher than nine petals would mean surpassing the limits of the Heavenly Dao!

After an unknown amount of time, with a "whoosh," another golden flower bloomed above Taiqing Laozi's head.

A Nine-Petal Bloom!

He had truly done it.

At this moment, no one was happier than Yuqing Yuanshi.

He gazed at Xuanyuan with a look of provocation, thinking, See? My elder brother bloomed nine petals, possessing immeasurable potential.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on your Nine-Petal Bloom!"

Apart from Hongjun, who sat high on the cloud bed, and Xuanyuan and the Twelve Ancestor Witches, everyone else in Zixiao Palace congratulated Taiqing Laozi.

Taiqing Laozi smiled broadly, surveyed the crowd, and bowed in greeting. His peripheral vision, however, remained fixed on Xuanyuan.

He wanted to see Xuanyuan's reaction to his breakthrough to Daluo Golden Immortal and his Nine-Petal Bloom.

Unfortunately, he was destined to be disappointed.

Because Xuanyuan wasn't looking at him at all.

Instead, he was chatting and laughing with the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

It was as if a Nine-Petal Bloom was merely an insignificant matter.

On the cloud bed, Hongjun nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile, "The first sermon has concluded. Three thousand years later, Zixiao Palace will hold its second sermon!"

After speaking, Hongjun waved his hand, and everyone found themselves outside Zixiao Palace.

"We bid farewell to the Dao Ancestor!"

Everyone bowed respectfully.

Hongjun's sermon had opened the path of cultivation for all beings, earning him the title of Dao Ancestor.

After bowing, Yuanshi, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the others began searching the crowd for Xuanyuan.

Now that they had all broken through to Daluo Golden Immortal, it was time for revenge!

However, after searching for a long time, Xuanyuan was nowhere to be found in the crowd.

Not only Xuanyuan, but even Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi had vanished.

Only the Twelve Ancestor Witches stood to the side, seemingly waiting for something.

Could it be that Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi had made a move beforehand and dragged Xuanyuan into Chaos?

Inside Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun Ancestor saw off everyone, leaving only Xuanyuan, Dijun, and Donghuang Taiyi behind.

The two young attendants, Haotian and Yaochi, stood by the sides of the cloud bed, curiously observing the trio.

Especially Xuanyuan; they had personally witnessed all his actions within Zixiao Palace before the Master's sermon.

Even "bold and reckless" wasn't enough to describe him.

Now that the Master had kept him here, he was surely going to be punished.

On the cloud bed, Hongjun half-closed his eyes, remaining silent.

Below, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi stood respectfully, occasionally stealing glances at Xuanyuan with schadenfreude.

Serves you right for acting so arrogant!

Disrupting a Saint's sermon, you'll be lucky to survive.

Xuanyuan stood casually to the side. After waiting for a long time and seeing that Hongjun still had no intention of speaking, he immediately understood. Hongjun was trying to give him a show of force!

My strength might not be as great as yours, but you, Hongjun, can't just control me as you please!

Xuanyuan was not like Dijun or Donghuang Taiyi; he wouldn't indulge Hongjun.

He directly summoned the Enlightenment Chair, lounged on it leisurely, and lit a Huazi, taking a deep drag before exhaling slowly.

Trying to out-wait me, are we?

I've been lying low for a million years, and on this path, I've never lost!

Seeing Xuanyuan's attitude, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi immediately laughed.

Donghuang Taiyi: "A Saint is before you, Xuanyuan, what's your attitude?"

Dijun: "A Saint preaches the Dao. Since you've come to listen, you are a disciple of the Saint. As a disciple, you show no respect at all. Such a heart deserves death!"

With dark expressions, the two berated Xuanyuan, but inwardly they were blooming with laughter.

Xuanyuan was practically courting death!

Hongjun, seated high on his cloud bed, also felt a headache seeing Xuanyuan's behavior.

As the sole Heavenly Dao Saint of the Primordial World, destroying Xuanyuan would be no different than crushing an ant.

However, he couldn't lay a hand on this Ancestor Witch who bore the merit of opening the heavens.

Moreover, he had already divined countless times.

He determined that Xuanyuan was the biggest variable in the Primordial World, and could even be considered a sliver of hope left by the Great Dao.

Before the Witch Clan completely declined, he and the Heavenly Dao behind him couldn't possibly target Xuanyuan.

Therefore, facing this scoundrel, Hongjun was utterly vexed!

For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of what to do.

When Hongjun's inaction persisted, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi finally sensed something was amiss. They exchanged glances, both deeply alarmed.

Haotian and Yaochi, the two young attendants, secretly glanced at Hongjun, not understanding why their master was indulging Xuanyuan so much.

For a time, Zixiao Palace fell silent, enveloped in a heavy atmosphere.

After an unknown duration, Hongjun spoke softly, "Xuanyuan, the River Diagram and Luo Book, and the Chaos Bell are the accompanying spirit treasures of Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi. It would be best to return them."

"Dao Ancestor, forgive me, but I cannot agree!"

Xuanyuan casually tossed the half-smoked Huazi onto the floor of Zixiao Palace. He swayed as he stood up and gave Hongjun a perfunctory bow. "The Chaos Bell was formed from the handle of the Sky-Opening Axe used by Pangu Father God when he created the heavens and earth. The River Diagram and Luo Book were formed from a lotus petal of the Chaos Green Lotus that nurtured Pangu Father God. In the end, both spirit treasures belong to Pangu Father God!"

"As the saying goes, the son inherits the father's legacy!"

Xuanyuan glanced at Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, sneering dismissively, "The River Diagram and Luo Book, and the Chaos Bell, were originally the possessions of us Ancestor Witches. You've used them for countless eons without me asking for interest, and you two feathered birds have the audacity to shamelessly demand them?"

The two were flushed with anger at Xuanyuan's words.

Scoundrel, he was an absolute scoundrel.

If you go by that logic, the entire Primordial World was opened by Great God Pangu, so does the entire Primordial World belong to your Witch Clan?

Dijun roared, "Nonsense! The River Diagram and Luo Book are the accompanying spirit treasures from my birth, as everyone in the Primordial World knows. When did they become the property of your Witch Clan!"

Donghuang Taiyi chimed in his defense, "Xuanyuan, don't slander us. That is the Donghuang Bell, not the Chaos Bell. I held it in my arms from birth. When did it become the property of your Witch Clan?"

"Stop quibbling! The entire Primordial World was opened by Pangu Father God, and all treasures belong to Pangu Father God. Do you have a problem with that?"

Xuanyuan adamantly claimed the Chaos Bell and the River Diagram and Luo Book belonged to Pangu, pointedly looking at Hongjun, "As the sole Saint of the Primordial World, you must agree with this, right!"

Hongjun shook his head with a wry smile, his Saintly dignity completely gone.

This was clearly sophistry. The Primordial World was indeed opened by Pangu, but Pangu was Pangu, and the Witch Clan was the Witch Clan.

They couldn't be equated!

Even the Ancestor Witches were merely formed from a drop of Pangu's essence blood and couldn't represent Pangu.

"Enough! Stop this nonsensical bickering!"

Hongjun shouted, trying to muster his Saintly authority, "By your logic, the Sanqing were formed from Pangu's primordial spirit and can better represent Pangu. Should your Witch Clan listen to the Sanqing?"

Dijun seized the opportunity to interject, "Precisely! The entire Primordial World was formed from Great God Pangu. The Sun Star where I was born was formed from Great God Pangu's left eye. Am I not also Pangu Orthodox?"

Donghuang Taiyi looked at Xuanyuan with schadenfreude, "Hurry up and hand over the Donghuang Bell and the River Diagram and Luo Book!"

Xuanyuan sneered, "You two feathered birds dare to call yourselves Pangu Orthodox? I truly don't know where you get your courage!"

After mocking the two, Xuanyuan said to Hongjun, "You are a Saint, and you must be perfectly clear about what happened outside Zixiao Palace. Right and wrong will be judged accordingly. Do you think it's reasonable for them to want to take the Chaos Bell and the River Diagram and Luo Book for free?"

"Not for free. I will exchange treasures with you!"