Primordial Wilderness: I am Hong Yun, starting with a Saint Position to exchange for a wife. Section 1

Primordial World: I Am Hong Yun, Starting with a Saint Position to Trade for a Wife. Author: Duo Lai Zuo Meng

Introduction:

Category: Fantasy

Protagonists: ["Hong Yun", "Hou Tu"]

Introduction: Also known as <Taking Advantage of Hou Tu's Youth: Tricking Her into Being My Wife>

Transmigrated into the Primordial World to become the Primordial "Good Guy" and unlucky soul, Hong Yun?

Starting in the Purple Cloud Palace, Hong Yun has a sudden spark of inspiration and gives up his seat—which represents the Saint Position—to Hou Tu, activating the Great Dao Karma System; he directly trades it for a Saint wife!

The "good guy" persona must be maintained; know when to lay low, but be tough when the time comes!

Yuan Shi: Hong Yun! How dare you scheme against me!

Tong Tian: Uh... how am I supposed to put this? I honestly don't think Fellow Daoist Hong Yun is wrong...

Di Jun: Tsk tsk... an honest man's temper is even more terrifying!

Zhun Ti: He was the one who struck first! Why are you all blaming me?

Nu Wa: Isn't it because you went too far and forced his hand?

The Ancestral Shamans: If you dare bully my Little Brother Hong Yun, you'll have to ask us if we agree!

System: I... you've taken everything, and you're even scamming me?

From this day on, no one can get a free ride from Hong Yun! I, Hong Yun, am the "Primordial Timely Rain, Good Guy, Righteous Hero, and Handsome Gentleman!" Only Zhen Yuan Zi knows that his good brother is actually—wickedly devious!

Primordial World.

It was just before Dao Ancestor Hong Jun achieved Sainthood and held his first lecture at the Purple Cloud Palace.

Within the hazy chaos, two figures were surrounded by shimmering light, their magic power flowing between them.

The two worked together to break through the Chaos Qi permeating the void, heading toward the Purple Cloud Palace.

One was an elderly figure wearing blue-and-white robes, with a wisp of a white beard beneath his chin.

Yet his complexion was ruddy, as delicate as a newborn infant's.

This was none other than the well-known Zhen Yuan Zi of later generations.

The other was a red-haired youth with a face like polished jade and eyebrows like stars.

A faint, enigmatic smile always hung at the corners of his mouth.

What was most captivating was the spark of wit in his eyes; one look was enough to tell he was a sharp-minded individual.

This youth was none other than the one known in later generations as the Primordial "Good Guy" and unlucky soul, Hong Yun.

However, this Hong Yun was not the original Hong Yun.

At the moment of his transformation, he had already been replaced by a soul that had transmigrated from a later age.

Once Hong Yun understood his situation, he was panicked to the extreme.

Transmigrate into anyone else, why did it have to be Hong Yun?

The legendary Primordial "Good Guy" and number one unlucky soul?

After learning the general trends of the later eras, Hong Yun gained a better understanding of his own circumstances.

At the same time, he became even more pessimistic.

When the world was first opened, Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind were re-established.

The Four Symbols of Heaven Opening—Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind—represented the emergence of the Origin, each embodying a Power of Law and serving as the fundamental laws of the world's composition.

It was no wonder that Hong Yun, the very first cloud between heaven and earth, was so deeply blessed.

From the moment of his birth, he was imbued with the three Innate Origins of Water, Fire, and Wind.

Even someone as powerful as Kun Peng was born bearing only the origins of Water and Wind.

That was one less than Hong Yun!

Later on, Kun Peng would shine brightly across the Primordial World, and even though the Demon Race he belonged to eventually fell, Kun Peng himself remained perfectly alive.

If not for the schemes of Dao Ancestor Hong Jun, who wanted to reclaim these three powers of origin, and the way Hong Yun himself had acted, how could he have ended up dead and dissipated?

As for those figures in later generations rumored to be the reincarnation of Hong Yun, even if they were real, they were no longer the true Hong Yun.

Just as the Three Pure Ones were formed from the Primordial Spirit of Pan Gu, the Three Pure Ones were definitely not Pan Gu.

The originally well-blessed Hong Yun had neither attained the Great Dao nor achieved any great legacy.

He had died by self-detonation in such a wretched state!

Others at least managed to start their journey before falling midway, but for him, it had ended before it had even truly begun.

Thinking of this, Hong Yun could only heave a long sigh:

"Alas, woe is me!"

He began to ponder how to break the stalemate and change his own destiny.

At this moment, Hong Yun, currently in the Chaos, showed not a trace of sorrow on his face; instead, he was pouring out his magic power with all his might.

He was filled with boundless anticipation for the turning point of his fate—the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hong Yun urged Zhen Yuan Zi:

"Brother, put in more effort! We must arrive early, and you must also keep your eyes sharp to seize a good spot!"

Zhen Yuan Zi gave a wry smile while circulating his magic power to the limit.

The two of them did not know how long they had been traveling through the Chaos, relying solely on the guidance left by Dao Ancestor Hong Jun for the masses of the Primordial Wilderness to move forward.

"Little Brother Hong Yun, why are you in such a rush?"

"The Saint Hong Jun has already stated that the first sermon will be three thousand years from now. Since we set off the moment we heard his voice, how could we possibly be late?"

Although that was true, Hong Yun did not relax.

In the Chaos, the Great Dao was hidden.

There was no time, no space, and no manifestation of the various Great Daos!

Even though they had set off immediately, the two of them could only join forces to barely resist the erosion of the Chaos Qi as they traversed the void.

Who knew if they would still be able to make it in the first wave?

Moreover, when it came to such matters, it was always better to be early than late.

Hong Yun chuckled and said:

"When the time comes, you will know how good your little brother has been to you!"

"Remember, be fast, accurate, and ruthless!"

"The moment you see a prayer mat, sit down immediately, and no matter what anyone else says, do not get up!"

Indeed, this time Hong Yun was not prepared to retreat.

He intended to face the challenge head-on!

He planned to let Zhen Yuan Zi occupy a seat as well if the opportunity arose.

He had emphasized countless times along the way that Zhen Yuan Zi must not get up, no matter what.

Although Zhen Yuan Zi did not understand why, he knew that these prayer mats must represent some kind of fortuitous opportunity.

As the two spoke, a sudden stirring in their hearts caught them off guard.

They knew the Purple Cloud Palace had arrived!

Sure enough, there in the Chaos ahead, an ancient and simple palace stood amidst the void.

From afar, they could see the three massive Dao characters on the palace plaque: Purple Cloud Palace!

It radiated a brilliant, glowing light, like a lighthouse!

The Chaos Qi was pushed far away by the presence of the Purple Cloud Palace.

As the two took a few more steps forward and entered the perimeter of the Purple Cloud Palace, the pressure of the Chaos suddenly eased.

The two could not help but feel a slight sense of relief in their hearts.