Who Said Primordial World Goddesses Were Easy to Pursue?

Shi Chen Palace.

"System, where are my rewards?"

Shi Chen sat back on his cloud-bed and let out a long breath.

Before Luohu made his move, the system had triggered a choice. If not for the system, he might not have made it back at all.

[Ding! The host chose to flee immediately using the Shi Chen Bamboo Flute. Choice successful.]

[Ding! Rewards issued: vocal mimicry, Eighteen Touches of Marvelous Methods, Thirty-six Spiraling Forms, and Seventy-two Ultimate Skills of the Poison Dragon (all rewards are mythic versions).]

"Hiss!"

Shi Chen drew in a sharp breath. Just from the sound of them, these things didn't seem very proper.

I, Shi Chen Ancestor, am an honorable gentleman. I despise such lascivious, unorthodox tricks!

"System, is this vocal mimicry of yours proper?"

Shi Chen asked hesitantly.

[Heh. Has the drudge host finally shown his true colors?]

"Tell me what it is first."

Shi Chen's old face reddened. What did it mean, showing his true colors...? How could an honorable gentleman like him understand such things?

[It's the kind you learned about in books: "In the capital, there was a man skilled at vocal mimicry."]

The system scoffed.

A man in the capital skilled at vocal mimicry...

Just hearing that was enough to set one's imagination running wild. As for what it could do, that went without saying. Those who knew, knew.

And that wasn't all. There were also all kinds of mythic martial arts techniques, with countless varieties and dazzling forms!

Even Shi Chen, a Chaos Demon God, couldn't help staring in utter amazement.

"System, you're giving me rewards like this, but... how am I supposed to use them?"

[Host, I don't know if you're really stupid or just pretending, but your Shi Chen Palace is full of bamboo.]

"Damn it! I'm a Chaos Demon God, an honorable gentleman, Shi Chen Ancestor! How could I possibly do something so vile?"

[Uh... I meant you could enlighten a few women or something.]

"Bah! I despise such behavior! Don't you dare toy with me!"

Shi Chen said indignantly.

In the spirit of knowing the enemy and knowing oneself, he decided he should first thoroughly familiarize himself with all these unusual little skills before enlightening some maids...

Ahem, he meant so he could morally condemn and criticize these techniques!

He, Shi Chen, was an honorable gentleman.

[Ding! The God-Tier Drudge Choice System has triggered a choice.]

[The system has detected that Old Ancestor Hongjun is leaving seclusion and going with three other ancestors to kill Luohu. Host, please choose.]

[1: Pay no attention to the outside world and focus on doing what you love. Reward: Method of Enlightenment (those enlightened will always be women, and will certainly be born as Golden Immortals).]

[2: Sneak over and let the snipe and clam fight, then profit as the fisherman by ambushing both sides. Reward: Primordial Violet Qi.]

[3: Go openly with Hongjun to kill Luohu. Reward: Hongjun will throw you in to die.]

[4: Join Luohu and help him kill the four ancestors. Reward: Luohu will stab you in the back.]

"Damn, another choice triggered already?"

Shi Chen was startled. He hadn't expected Hongjun to personally make a move.

So, should he pick one or two?

"System, I choose two."

After hesitating for a while, Shi Chen chose option two.

He already had a path to sainthood, and now he was getting Primordial Violet Qi as well. As long as he ambushed Hongjun, he was sure to become a saint before him. Once he became a saint, wouldn't he be free to soar wherever he pleased, with the whole world at his feet?

Once he became a saint, what kind of woman couldn't he have? A little Golden Immortal, enlightened by him, could hardly be worthy of his status.

[Ding! Host's choice successful. Primordial Violet Qi has been issued.]

"System, I already have the Method of Severing the Three Corpses, and now I have Primordial Violet Qi too. How do I become a saint?"

Shi Chen asked with a frown.

[The host only needs to refine Heavenly Dao merit, then unite the three corpses and guide the Primordial Violet Qi to become a saint in one fell swoop.]

"Damn, so you're saying I have to steal Hongjun's merit?"

[What, drudge? You still want something for nothing?]

"Ahem. I'm not that sort of person. Just wait—I'm off to steal... Ahem, to kill Luohu!"

And so, a thousand years after fleeing in panic, Shi Chen Ancestor once again set out on the road to subdue Luohu.

Hongjun had already agreed to go with them to kill Luohu.

Mainly, Yang Mei was so eager to throw himself into danger that Hongjun could hardly refuse.

After all, the other fellow was going to die. He couldn't very well expect him not to struggle at all, could he?

Besides, if Yang Mei and the other two really died in the West, how would Hongjun get to meet this transmigrator without a system? After all, Pangu, the previous transmigrator without a system, had gotten himself killed.

Who knew what new tricks Yang Mei might come up with without a system to guide him?

Hongjun had already started treating transmigrators like a children's comedy show. After all, who didn't love a comedy?

Since Yang Mei wanted to fight, then fight they would.

According to Hongjun's all-seeing gaze across time and space, this battle could unfold in many different ways, with countless possibilities.

But no matter which possibility came to pass, Yang Mei was going to die.

Hongjun had originally planned to let him bounce around for a few more days, seeing as he didn't have a system.

It seemed he didn't appreciate the gesture.

"Heh. Then, Daoist Hongjun, let us set out at once."

Yang Mei secretly congratulated himself.

Just as he'd thought, if they threatened to die, Hongjun would have no choice but to go.

That meant Hongjun wouldn't be able to rely on the momentum of the Heavenly Dao. Without that momentum, Hongjun would lose his protagonist aura.

And Yang Mei was a transmigrator.

Transmigrator = protagonist.

Wasn't that common knowledge?

With that, it wasn't at all certain who would survive the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.

Well... a little mishap occurred on the way, like running into Wangshu.

When Wangshu heard Luohu's plan, she couldn't stand by. She was the first to step forward and declare that she would kill Luohu alone.

Of course, there were other little mishaps too.

For example, after seeing Wangshu, the transmigrator's usual affliction kicked in.

Transmigrator Affliction #1: Unable to take your eyes off a beautiful woman.

And so, thanks to Yang Mei dragging his feet, they still hadn't reached the West even after more than a thousand years. Lol.

During that thousand-year journey, Yang Mei kept trying to chat up the goddess Wangshu, but with his shabby old-man appearance, the results were... well, words failed him.

In short, the goddesses of the Primordial World still judged by appearance. They didn't take a shine to our Yang Mei Ancestor at all; if anything, they were a little put off by him.

And along the way, with Yang Mei's shabby old-man image as a foil, Wangshu found Hongjun more and more pleasing to the eye.

Hongjun Ancestor in his blue-green robe.

By comparison... well, comparisons really could hurt.

Later, Yang Mei keenly noticed this and privately grumbled that Wangshu judged people by their looks.

But for all his words, his actions told another story: Yang Mei deliberately transformed himself to look young...

But how could he fool the other ancestors there with his transformed appearance? Yang Mei's behavior only made Wangshu dislike him more. Even Yin-Yang Ancestor and Qiankun Ancestor, who had been his fellow Daoists for who knew how many epochs, wore strange expressions.

And after that...

He had no choice but to give up.

"Goddamn it! Who said the women of the Primordial World were all easy to pursue? Come out here and say it to my face!"

Even as he gave up, he kept grumbling to himself.