Innate Supreme Defensive Spirit Treasure and the Top-tier Enlightenment Cushion!

Zhunti lay sprawled at the window, watching the constipated look on Primordial Heavenly Lord's face, when he suddenly recalled Elder Brother's teachings: when out in the world, win people over with virtue and make many good connections (show off).

So.

With great enthusiasm, Zhunti casually grabbed a Yellow Middle Plum from the fruit platter beside him. After thinking about it, he seemed to find that one a little small, so he switched it for one that looked as though it had been bitten by insects (though it had actually split open from ripening too much).

"Fellow Daoist, seeing how tattered you are dressed"—Primordial Heavenly Lord's face darkened like the bottom of a pot—"you must have had a hard journey and be running low on mana, yes?"

With utter sincerity written across his face, Zhunti held the Yellow Middle Plum, flowing with the Dao's profound rhythms, out the window.

"Come, come. Meeting is fate."

"This fruit isn't anything rare. It grew on a tree in my backyard, and the taste is passable."

"Your lips are peeling from dryness. Take it and quench your thirst, replenish your strength."

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Even the gale-force winds around them seemed to stagnate for a moment at the words "isn't anything rare."

One of the strings in Fuxi's hands snapped.

Zhen Yuanzi nearly failed to keep hold of the Earth Book beneath his feet.

For the first time, an emotion called "questioning his entire life" appeared in Laozi's ancient-well-still eyes.

Not rare?

Grew in his backyard?

Quench his thirst?

Every single word was like a heavy hammer smashing viciously into the hearts of these proud great powers of the Eastern Lands.

That was a Yellow Middle Plum!

A supreme treasure that could create a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal with a single fruit!

And he was giving it away like cabbage? And fucking saying it was to quench someone's thirst?

Primordial Heavenly Lord stared at the hand extended before him, and at the spirit fruit in its palm, radiating an aura he craved beyond measure.

His face turned from green to red, from red to white, and finally the color of a purple eggplant.

Humiliation!

This was naked humiliation!

He, the foremost of the Three Pure Ones—self-proclaimed—the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, was being treated like a beggar and handed alms by some nouveau riche who had come from who knew where?

"You..."

Primordial Heavenly Lord's lips trembled. He wanted to refuse with dignity, to shout, "I don't want it!"

But.

His body was far more honest.

The fragrance of the Yellow Middle Plum seemed to possess hooks, tugging at his depleted mana, tugging at the bottleneck he longed to break through.

His hand actually rose of its own accord, reaching for the fruit.

"Ahem."

Laozi could no longer bear to watch and let out a low cough.

Primordial Heavenly Lord abruptly came back to his senses. He jerked his hand back as if shocked by lightning, his eyes filled with unbearable shame and indignation.

"Bastard!"

He shouted, his voice sharpened by extreme jealousy. "Such... such external things, I disdain to consume! I am of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage; how could I possibly bow for the sake of mere appetite—"

Before he could finish.

Crunch.

Seeing that he did not want it, Zhunti assumed he disliked it. He casually pulled it back and took a huge bite himself.

Juice splattered everywhere.

A visible golden radiance of Great Dao laws surged from Zhunti's mouth and nose.

"So sweet."

Zhunti chewed with relish and muttered indistinctly, "Forget it if you don't want it. These Easterners are really strange. They refuse good food and insist on eating bitterness."

As he spoke, he shook his head and casually tossed the half-eaten pit out the window.

The pit traced a graceful arc through the air and, with a plop, landed precisely...

At Sovereign of Heaven's feet.

Sovereign of Heaven lowered his head.

He looked at the Yellow Middle Plum pit, its crystalline flesh still clinging to it.

Then he looked at the Qingping Sword that had accompanied him for countless years, and suddenly felt... why did this sword no longer seem so appealing?

The spiritual energy contained in scraps others had thrown away was greater than what they could painstakingly absorb in an entire year.

Life was impossible to live like this!

At this moment.

Taiyuan, inside the carriage, did not stop Zhunti's "Versailles" display.

He merely peered through the gap at the mighty cultivators whose mindsets had collapsed, secretly reveling in it.

Back when he read Primordial World webnovels, the Two Sages of the West were always crying poverty, mooching handouts everywhere, and being looked down upon by people from the Eastern Lands.

Today.

The offense and defense had changed hands!

"Let's go. Don't waste time here."

Taiyuan's languid voice drifted out. "Drive faster. I'm getting sleepy—I need to catch up on sleep as soon as we get there."

"Alright, Elder Brother!"

Jieyin answered.

The Nine Dragon Chariot let out another earth-shaking dragon roar.

Boom!

The carriage shook violently. The nine golden dragons blazed with light, and their speed instantly increased a hundredfold.

Leaving behind only a dazzling trail and an incomparably arrogant silhouette, it vanished into the depths of chaos in an instant.

A group of ragged mighty cultivators was left behind, disheveled in the cold wind.

"Who... exactly are they?"

Nuwa stared blankly at the receding streak of light, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and curiosity. "When did the Primordial World produce figures like this?"

"They seem to be... cultivators from the western region?" Fuxi said uncertainly.

"The west?"

Old Ancestor Hongyun's eyes went wide. "Didn't they say the west was barren, where not even a blade of grass grew? The hell kind of barren is this?"

"If this counts as barren, then what does that make our Huoyun Cave? A garbage dump?"

The mighty cultivators looked at one another.

A crisp sound known as "one's worldview shattering" rang in everyone's heart.

At this moment.

They no longer felt like listening to the Dao.

The same thought arose in every heart: once the lecture ended, they had to visit the west! There was definitely some enormous secret hidden there!

Meanwhile, inside the speeding chariot.

[ Ding! Detected that the host successfully crushed the Three Pure Ones with "money power," dealing a blow to the Dao hearts of numerous mighty cultivators. Reward: ]

[ Innate Supreme-Grade Defensive Spiritual Treasure · Northern Mystic Water-Control Flag ]

[ Top-tier Enlightenment Cushion x3 (comes with a calming effect and can increase the success-rate BUFF for snatching seats) ]

Listening to the system rewards, Taiyuan's lips curled into a smile that said everything was under his control.

"See? Don't we have seats now?"

"I told you, slowing down brings surprises."