Damn, This Is Going to Be Eaten Into Bankruptcy!

Western Continent, Spirit Mountain.

Jieyin and Zhunti wore bitter expressions. Ever since they returned that day, the two Daoists had been unable to cultivate peacefully.

Recalling the formidable combat power of Kong Xuan and the Golden-Winged Great Peng, a deep sense of crisis welled up in their hearts.

"Alas, Senior Brother, I wonder when the next sermon will begin?" Zhunti asked with a sigh.

Jieyin smoothed his brow and gently shook his head. "I don't know either, but it shouldn't be too long. Many beings in the Primordial Era now have opportunities, and their cultivation realms vary. I don't know how many Quasi-Saints there are. I suspect the Teacher may have already sensed the changes."

Zhunti pondered and then made up his mind. "Senior Brother, why don't you and I set off early and wait outside the Purple Heaven Palace? There are only so many opportunities, so we must be the first to go. Every bit counts."

"At the very least, we can leave a good impression on the Teacher."

Jieyin nodded. "Good, Junior Brother. Then let us prepare and set off on an auspicious day."

"Excellent!"

After a while, Zhunti frowned again and asked, "Senior Brother, do we still need to keep an eye on Kong Xuan?"

Jieyin snorted coldly. "It doesn't matter. This time, we two have the advantage. In the future, we will definitely be one step ahead of them. Below the Saint realm, all are ants. No matter if he is the foremost Quasi-Saint, what does it matter?"

Zhunti strongly agreed. "Indeed, once we become Saints, these individuals will be of no concern."

Jieyin continued, "The Witch and Demon races are powerful now, and Di Jun and Taiyi cannot be underestimated. Both of them possess great fortune, and their cultivation is no less than ours."

"And the twelve Great Ancestral Witches! Fortunately, their Nascent Souls are incomplete and they naturally repel each other. If they could merge, they would instantly enter the Saint realm and possess twelve Saint Great Daos simultaneously!"

"Against such a Saint realm, even if you and I were to achieve Sainthood, we couldn't contend with them together. After all, they inherit the will of the Primordial Spirit of Creation."

Zhunti pondered for a moment and continued, "There are also the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, who are extraordinary. In the future, we will need to establish a sect in the West and gather many disciples to condense the fortune of all races in the Primordial Era to contend with them."

"Indeed, let's call it the Western Sect. The West has a great karmic connection with the Teacher, so we can use this opportunity to make the Western Sect flourish!"

"Alright, Senior Brother. Regarding future plans, we will act in secret."

Witch Clan tribe. Nuwa bid farewell to Houtu and hurried back, her heart filled with worry. She thought that Di Jun and Taiyi must not do anything foolish.

The thought that the high-level being might become angry and affect her plans made Nuwa even more anxious. She gritted her teeth and her speed increased sharply.

Tens of thousands of kilometers away from Jiang Ping's small courtyard, Di Jun and his entourage slowly reduced their speed.

Di Jun asked with some concern, "Demon Emperor, do you think the high-level being will be angry if we bring so many members of the Demon Race this time?"

Taiyi chuckled, with an expression that said, "You don't understand."

"Spiritual Roots and the like are very precious treasures in our eyes, but in the eyes of the high-level being, they are nothing. They are just ordinary food."

Di Jun nodded thoughtfully. "The Demon Emperor is right. I saw how Kong Xuan and the others ate. The high-level being kept feeding them. Even more outrageously, the high-level being actually used the Primordial Spirit Spring to bathe Kunpeng. What a waste."

Taiyi's expression changed slightly, and he quickly reminded him, "Cough! Di Jun, you must remember, no matter where you are, never gossip about the high-level being, and never say a single bad word about him! With the high-level being's divine abilities, he can know the past and future with a single thought. Perhaps, if his image appears in your mind, the high-level being can sense it immediately!"

Di Jun also knew he had spoken out of turn. He was filled with fear and looked around uneasily.

Taiyi said calmly, "The high-level being's courtyard is not far ahead. Let's hurry."

In the small courtyard, Jiang Ping was bored. He looked up at the sky and lazily waved his hand. "Da Huang, it's a bit hot. Go open the door and let some mountain breeze in to air things out."

Da Huang barked twice in protest.

Jiang Ping laughed and cursed, "Don't try that with me. I know very well it's always you who opens the door when you sneak out. What, are you going to play dumb and be lazy now?"

Da Huang whimpered, tucked its tail, and sheepishly ran to open the door.

A moment later, Di Jun and Taiyi could see the small courtyard from afar.

At this moment, the door of the small courtyard slowly opened.

Taiyi was overjoyed. The high-level being is welcoming us.

Di Jun's heart trembled. The high-level being is indeed powerful.

You must know that we did not use any magical power, but relied solely on the physical strength of the Demon Race to fly, all to avoid spiritual energy fluctuations and prevent other powerful beings from sensing us.

Yet, the high-level being could accurately predict the time of our arrival.

No wonder Taiyi reminded me that the high-level being could know the past and future with a single thought. It seems it wasn't just empty talk. For the high-level being, this is indeed an easy task.

Di Jun steadied his mind and, following Taiyi, hopped into the small courtyard.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Ping turned his head and looked.

He was immediately furious. "You dare to come back? You come to eat when you're hungry, and run away when you're full. What ungrateful wretches!"

Di Jun and Taiyi were stunned and confused. We are noble Three-legged Golden Crows. Are 'ungrateful wretches' from the wolf tribe? Even the Silver Moon Wolf tribe doesn't have our powerful origins.

Alas, it's our fault for not knowing proper etiquette. We should have greeted the high-level being after eating. Now the high-level being is angry and has belittled us to the level of ungrateful wretches. We must be more careful next time.

"Oh, where are the little ones you brought last time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ping stretched his neck to look. With a series of small sounds, pat, a fluffy white chick hopped in.

Good heavens, did you bring other relatives again?

Slurp, another chubby black duckling hopped out.

Gurgle, gurgle, in the blink of an eye, four more rolled in.

Jiang Ping scratched his head. Two more this time?

This was going to eat him out of house and home!

Da Huang pouted. Di Jun and Taiyi were really pushing it, getting addicted to freeloading meals. It was a good thing he hadn't agreed to go to the Heavenly Court; they couldn't even feed themselves. Those two Demon Emperors really had it tough, worrying about all the food, drink, and necessities for their whole family.

The next scene left Jiang Ping dumbfounded. Six more came in at once.

Jiang Ping quickly counted on his fingers: one, two... twelve!

Damn it, those two detestable three-legged chickens actually brought twelve relatives this time!

Good heavens, I'm no landlord of the Primordial Era! How can I possibly feed all of you!

"Da Huang, hurry up and close the door!"

Jiang Ping's scalp tingled. If dozens more showed up, he'd be driven to bankruptcy by their appetites.

Da Huang darted out and shut the door.

Jiang Ping said irritably, "Ah, I can't afford to feed you guys anymore. Just eat whatever you can find today."

With that, Jiang Ping brought out a large basin.

Taiyi was overjoyed. The expert was truly generous.