A Lion's Mouth Wide Open, The Drama Queen Possessed

Hongjun knew very well that it was impossible to get Xuanyuan to hand over the Chaos Bell and the River Diagram and Luo Book willingly!

So, he proposed an exchange of treasures.

He was already a Saint of the Heavenly Dao, and apart from a few supreme treasures, other treasures were of little use to him.

On the other hand, the Donghuang Bell and the River Diagram and Luo Book were crucial to the Demon Clan. Even if he gave Xuanyuan a few more treasures, he had to get them back for them.

Otherwise, the upcoming Witch-Demon tribulation would be impossible to proceed with.

"Deal!"

Xuanyuan nodded, this was exactly what he was waiting for!

Hongjun would never allow the River Diagram and Luo Book and the Chaos Bell to fall into his hands. Rather than forcing the issue now and falling out with Hongjun, it was better to agree readily.

At least that would leave Hongjun with nothing to say.

When Xuanyuan agreed to exchange treasures for the Chaos Bell and the River Diagram and Luo Book, Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief. He had truly feared that Xuanyuan would stubbornly refuse, leading to an unresolvable situation.

Since Xuanyuan agreed, Hongjun wasted no words and waved his hand, causing countless treasures to appear.

Various colored divine lights intertwined, making Zixiao Palace incredibly beautiful.

Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi stared, dumbfounded.

Even as the Demon Emperors of the Demon Clan, they had never seen so many treasures.

One could only say that Saints were indeed Saints.

Their foundation was deep, and the treasures were too numerous to count.

Xuanyuan was also secretly shocked by the sheer number of treasures!

This old man Hongjun really had a lot of good stuff. No wonder he had the confidence to distribute treasures at the Treasure Distribution Cliff.

It was likely that more than half of the treasures in the Primordial World had already been snatched up by this old man.

Seeing Xuanyuan's eyes light up with shock, Hongjun smiled triumphantly and held up three fingers. "You can choose any three of these treasures to exchange for the River Diagram and Luo Book and the Donghuang Bell."

"Three is too few, at least ten!"

Xuanyuan began to bargain.

"Five at most!"

Hongjun waved his hand, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Five it is!"

Xuanyuan took out the River Diagram and Luo Book and the Chaos Bell and threw them to Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, quipping, "My lords, please keep them safe. If they fall into my hands again, it won't be just five spiritual treasures that can get them back!"

After returning the River Diagram and Luo Book and the Chaos Bell, Xuanyuan's gaze fell upon the floating treasures.

After a careful inspection, he couldn't help but shake his head, deeply disappointed.

Despite the large number of treasures, he couldn't find a single one comparable to the Chaos Bell.

What a loss!

This was a complete loss!

Xuanyuan sized up Hongjun, clearly realizing the old man was holding back.

Top-tier supreme treasures like the Pangu Banner, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, and the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit were nowhere to be seen.

Of course, Hongjun hadn't tried to fool him with junk.

After some selection, Xuanyuan first chose the Earthly Flame Light Banner, the Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, and the Qiankun Cauldron, three top-grade innate spiritual treasures.

As for the other treasures, honestly, Xuanyuan wasn't impressed.

Just as he was about to casually pick two more top-grade innate spiritual treasures to make up the numbers, his eyes suddenly lit up. He actually spotted the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Beating Whip among the numerous treasures.

Xuanyuan couldn't help but glance at Hongjun, wondering internally if the old man had overlooked them or deliberately included them.

Regardless of any conspiracy, Xuanyuan had no intention of giving up the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Beating Whip.

After the Witch-Demon tribulation, there would be a brief transition period with the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, followed by the Investiture of the Gods tribulation.

Acquiring the Investiture of the Gods and the God-Beating Whip in advance would be beneficial for his future plans.

Seeing that Xuanyuan had chosen five treasures, Hongjun gave him a half-smile and waved his hand, teleporting the three of them out.

Outside Zixiao Palace, most people had already dispersed on their own.

Only a few remained, such as the Sanqing, Jieyin, Zhunti, Nether Patriarch, and Kunpeng Patriarch, confronting the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Nuwa, Fuxi, Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, and others also stayed behind, watching the spectacle.

Besides these powerhouses, there were four figures in a corner.

They were the Six-Eared Macaque, Kong Xuan, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird, and the Kirin Clan's Sihuxiang.

The four had been waiting for Xuanyuan to thank him in person and express their gratitude.

The sudden appearance of Xuanyuan, Dijun, and Donghuang Taiyi immediately drew everyone's attention.

Especially when they saw the River Diagram and Luo Book and the Chaos Bell hovering above Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi's heads, everyone was stunned.

Damn it!

These two definitely had a plan, acting in advance to snatch back the River Diagram and Luo Book and the Chaos Bell.

Even the treasures they used to exchange for the futon must have fallen into their hands.

Despicable, shameless!

Why didn't I think of that?

In an instant, everyone was filled with regret.

Wishing they had acted sooner.

What a shame!

They looked at Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi with envious eyes, like hungry wolves, their gazes flashing with a scarlet light.

These two must have at least nine top-grade innate spirit treasures on them, right?

They were practically walking treasure troves!

If they robbed them, wouldn't they become rich instantly?

Without any discussion, Sanqing, Jieyin, Zhunti, Nether Patriarch, and the others surrounded Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi in unison.

Dijiang and the other Twelve Ancestor Witches were furious.

"You feathered pests, how dare you steal our brothers' treasures!"

"Go, get them!"

Dijiang roared, leading the charge towards Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi.

Xuanyuan was startled and quickly pulled him back, "Big Brother, don't be impulsive!"

Hongjun's patience was already shattered by him!

At this moment, whoever made the first move would be unlucky and bear Hongjun's endless wrath.

His own brother was too rash.

"But they stole your treasures!"

Dijiang said hatefully, "Don't worry, brothers. Our Witch Clan is the most protective. We won't let our own brothers suffer any grievances. Whoever dares to steal from our brothers, we'll fight them to the death!"

"That's right!"

Zhurong, engulfed in flames, truly had his anger blazing, "The Chaos Bell and the River Diagram and Luo Book belong to you, and no one can take them away."

"Dare to steal from our brothers, let's fuck them up!"

The Ancestor Witches roared one after another, their auras soaring to the heavens.

Feeling their concern for him, Xuanyuan was so moved he almost cried!

As expected of his brothers, their brains might not be the sharpest, but they truly cared about him.

While touched, Xuanyuan glanced at Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi. He noticed that the two of them had their heads held high, their imperial crowns almost perpendicular to the ground, their nostrils flaring upwards, looking incredibly arrogant.

Clearly, Hongjun helping them retrieve the River Diagram and Luo Book and the Chaos Bell had given them the illusion that Hongjun was on their side.

With Hongjun, the only Saint in the Primordial World, backing them, and in Zixiao Palace, a Saint's dojo, they weren't flustered at all, even surrounded by many top powerhouses.

Seeing their arrogant demeanor, Xuanyuan was very displeased.

There was no need to say anything, he had to mess with them.

Moreover, he didn't even need to act personally; a simple nudge would be enough to make Sanqing, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the others act as his pawns.

Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, don't blame me for being ruthless; it's just that you misjudged the situation.

Like rabbits in the forest, thinking they had the backing of a tiger, when in reality, the tiger was thinking of devouring them in one bite.

Dealing with a tiger, you wouldn't even know how you died!

Besides, he also wanted to use this opportunity to teach Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi a harsh lesson.

Let them know that the Witch Clan was not to be trifled with.

From now on, whenever they encountered the Witch Clan, no, whenever they heard any news about the Witch Clan, they would tremble uncontrollably.

Having devised a plan, Xuanyuan closed his eyes, adjusted his emotions, and then reopened them, instantly transforming into a master of the dramatic arts.

His previous confident, calm, and all-conquering demeanor vanished, replaced by a subservient one.

He pulled Dijiang and whispered, "Big Brother, let it go. After all, this is a Saint's dojo..."

His voice was extremely soft, like that of a lonely and helpless child, filled with fear, trepidation, unwillingness, and a well-hidden trace of anger.

Everyone present was a top powerhouse who had broken through to the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. They could hear the crawling of insects from miles away, so they naturally heard everything Xuanyuan said.

They recalled that upon first entering Zixiao Palace, Xuanyuan had been so talkative and full of spirit.

In the blink of an eye, he had become timid and subservient, forced to swallow his pride even after his treasures were stolen.

As arrogant as he was before, he was now as humble.

What a tragedy!

Yuanshi, Donghuang Taiyi, Jieyin, Zhunti, and others who had grievances with Xuanyuan were instantly overjoyed, feeling incredibly refreshed.

The resentment that had been building in their hearts for three thousand years was finally released at this moment.

Nuwa, Fuxi, Zhen Yuanzi, and other neutral parties felt that Xuanyuan was not worth it.

Xuanyuan had been observing, taking in everyone's expressions.

He found it amusing.

I'm just putting on a show, and they're all getting emotional!

"So what if it's a Saint's dojo?"

Dijiang glared with his bell-like eyes, showing no fear. "Even a Saint can't arbitrarily snatch our brother's treasures."

"Big Brother, stop talking. Saints are people too, and people have emotions!"

Xuanyuan sighed, his voice growing deeper. "It's all my fault for having poor talent and not understanding the Saints' sermons. Unlike Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, who directly broke through to the Daluo Golden Immortal realm after the Saints' sermons, with all of them blooming eight petals. It's only right that the Saints favored them and made me hand over all my treasures to them!"

Xuanyuan emphasized the words "poor talent" and "blooming eight petals."

Dijiang was stunned at first, but he quickly realized his brother was planning to set someone up!