What Kind of Wage Slave Is This?

"Good grief, system, are you messing with me?"

Looking at the last two options, Shi Chen's mouth twitched hard twice.

What kind of ridiculous options were these? Refuse them and humiliate them mercilessly?

What was this supposed to be? Did the system really think this Ancestor had never read one of those son-in-law novels?

This was the Primordial World! This Ancestor didn't have the protagonist's plot armor.

And what the hell was the second option, a portrait of Xihe before she was born?

What the hell was a portrait of Xihe before she was born?

Who knew what Xihe had been before she was born? A jade toad or a jade rabbit?

If the reward had been a portrait of Xihe after she took human form, maybe this Ancestor would've chosen option two. But! This Ancestor had no interest in looking at a seductive toad!

That left only option one.

"I choose option one."

[Ding! Congratulations, workhorse host, on making your choice. Your reward, the Method of Becoming a Saint, will now be issued.]

Holy crap! Great, great!

He'd thought that stupid system wouldn't hand out the reward until after they went to attack Luohu. Getting it now was pretty damn nice!

Shi Chen hurriedly began studying the Method of Becoming a Saint in his mind, paying no attention at all to the three people outside the world.

"System! Get out here, Ancestor!"

After reading the Method of Becoming a Saint, Shi Chen's eyelid twitched. He gritted his teeth and spoke through them.

[Ding! May I ask what the workhorse host needs?]

"What the hell is this Method of Becoming a Saint you gave me? Why is it Severing Three Corpses?"

Hearing the system's chime, Shi Chen grew even more annoyed and cursed.

[Host, you workhorse! How can Severing Three Corpses not lead to sainthood? This is the method of becoming a saint most compatible with Heavenly Dao.]

"Damn it! This Ancestor wants to Prove Dao by Force. What good is Severing Three Corpses?"

[Workhorse host, be honest. Do you really want to Prove Dao by Force? Aren't you just lusting after Nuwa, Houtu, Changxi, Xihe, Wangshu, Yuanfeng, Xuanming, Sanxiao... (a long list of goddesses omitted), and the Queen Mother of the West?]

Shi Chen: "..."

"Stupid system, could you keep that to yourself? You're embarrassing me! Besides, if you already knew, why give me Severing Three Corpses?"

Shi Chen's old face reddened. Damn, he'd slipped up. He hadn't expected the system to know everything.

[Is there a problem with Severing Three Corpses?]

The system slowly typed out a question mark.

When it typed out a question mark, that meant it thought you were the problem.

"Severing Three Corpses erases your emotions! What's the difference between using it and becoming a robot? Did you think this Ancestor had never read about the Primordial World?"

[Host, I have to say, you really are a workhorse! This is the real Primordial World, not a novel. The Three Corpses are the Three Poisons. Do you still not understand?]

The system's contemptuous tone made Shi Chen's old face turn even redder.

Damn it, this Ancestor hadn't known! Those lousy novels had almost led him astray!

[Does the workhorse host have any more questions?]

"None, none."

[Then be off with you!]

"Yes, sir."

"Fellow Daoists, may I ask why you've come looking for me?"

Seated before a purple sandalwood table, Shi Chen watched the teapot pour tea by itself and pretended not to know.

"Fellow Daoist Shi Chen, you may not know, but Luohu... (five thousand words omitted here). So the three of us have come to ask you to join us in destroying Luohu and restoring peace to the Primordial World!"

Qiankun Ancestor slapped the table and spoke with righteous indignation.

His act was so convincing that Shi Chen almost believed he really was acting out of righteousness.

"So that's what this is! Then you three fellow Daoists have come to the right person! Restoring peace to the Primordial World is a duty this Ancestor cannot shirk!"

Shi Chen acted as if their words had stirred his passions, then sprang to his feet and slapped the table.

He looked as if he wanted to rush off and confront Luohu right that instant, then defeat him in a one-on-one fight eight hundred times over.

"Excellent! Fellow Daoist Shi Chen truly has the Primordial World's best interests at heart. Since that's the case, we have no time to lose. Let us head to the West at once to slay Luohu and restore peace to the Primordial World!"

Yang Mei also slapped the table. Excellent! Just what they needed—a fool like this!

At last, after a long journey, Great Immortal Yang Mei, Qiankun Ancestor, Ancestor Shi Chen, and Yin-Yang Ancestor arrived in the West.

They saw that Spiritual Qi was abundant here, making it a blessed land.

What was even more surprising was how few cultivators lived in the West. Compared with the densely populated East, almost every person in the West could have a vast stretch of spiritual veins to themselves.

"What abundant Spiritual Qi! This truly is the Western Paradise."

Looking at the blessed land before him, Great Immortal Yang Mei couldn't help praising it.

In the novels, the West was a barren wasteland.

That wasteland was supposedly the result of Luohu blowing up the West's spiritual veins and earth veins.

But the West as it stood now was a true paradise.

"This place is really nice."

Shi Chen smacked his lips. How had Luohu managed to occupy such a beautiful place? Wasn't Ancestor Shi Chen stronger than Luohu?

He rather liked the West's earth veins. It seemed he'd have to plan things out carefully.

"The more beautiful a place is, the more heartbreaking it is when someone destroys it."

Great Immortal Yang Mei sighed, then said,

"Fellow Daoists, let us first find out where Luohu is."

"Indeed, you're right."

Qiankun Ancestor agreed.

This was no time for jokes. Dealing with Luohu was their top priority.

At Mount Sumeru, Luohu was refining the Four Swords of Zhu Xian when he sensed four auras approaching. He couldn't help furrowing his brow.

"Four fellow Daoists have come from afar. Luohu regrets not being here to welcome you."

He set aside the Four Swords of Zhu Xian for the moment and flashed over to meet them.

"May I ask what brings you four fellow Daoists to seek me out?"

Luohu cupped his hands.

Though he faced four people of the same level, Luohu remained arrogant and showed no trace of nervousness.

There was a simple reason: Hongjun wasn't among them.

In Luohu's eyes, the only one worthy of being called an opponent was Hongjun. The others were nothing but a rabble.

"Demon Ancestor Luohu! The four of us have come to demand an explanation from you on behalf of the Primordial World's Living Beings!"

Yang Mei spoke, his expression full of righteousness.

"Hahahahaha... Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, that sounds more like a joke than anything else."

Luohu laughed loudly.

"What have I, Luohu, ever done to wrong the living beings? And when have I ever needed to answer to them?"

"Luohu!"

Ancestor Shi Chen shouted. It was his turn to act all high and mighty.

"I hear you were reborn as a Chaos Demon God, so I assume you're a man of your word, a true hero who dares to own his actions. Let me ask you this: are you planning to use the West's spiritual veins to absorb the blood essence and baleful energy from the War of the Three Tribes, thereby proving the Dao and becoming a saint in one stroke, then turning the Primordial Continent into an endless hell?"

"!!!!!"

Luohu's expression changed drastically at Shi Chen's words. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Shi Chen, where did you hear that? Did Hongjun tell you?"

"Don't worry about where I heard it. Just answer: is it true or not?"

Ancestor Shi Chen snapped.

Why did Hongjun get to be the one who looked cool? Was that the privilege of being the protagonist of the tribulation?

"It is... So what will you do about it?"

Luohu was Luohu, after all. With his plot exposed, he naturally wouldn't deny it. That was the bearing of a Demon Ancestor.