Primordial Era: The Dao Wasn't Finished Yet, and the Ancestor Witches Had Already Become Saints

But if you want to snatch treasures, just come out and grab them directly.

Was there any need to scare people?

Good heavens!

You gave us quite a start!

Li Hao looked at the three men, and an answer immediately formed in his mind.

The one in front had a youthful face with white hair, exuding an aura of purity, inaction, and detachment from worldly strife.

The one in the middle, middle-aged in appearance, bore a solemn and majestic expression, with a temperament that looked down upon all directions.

The last one, the youngest in looks, seemed the most unruly and defiant.

If nothing unexpected happened, these three should be the Three Pure Ones, born from those three strands of pure qi.

Or rather, with such temperaments, traits, and being inseparable like this, there was no one else it could be besides the Three Pure Ones.

However, Li Hao wasn't flustered at all.

At this point in time, Hongjun had yet to attain sainthood, let alone preach the Dao.

Even if the Three Pure Ones were strong, at most they'd be at the mid-to-late stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

And on his side? All three of them were equivalent to the peak of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

Dealing with the Three Pure Ones—wouldn't that be as easy as grabbing something right out of his hand?

With confidence in his heart, Li Hao stopped pretending and laid his cards on the table.

He shouted loudly at the three: "Without even announcing your names, you dare to run wild on my Witch Tribe's turf? You've got some nerve!"

Just as Li Hao had guessed, these three were indeed the Three Pure Ones.

Originally, when the Ancestor Witches emerged from seclusion—the moment Pangu's aura reappeared—they had planned to come, but their cultivation was at a critical juncture, so they had to delay.

Now that the important period had passed, the three discussed it and traveled together to Buzhou Mountain.

As soon as they arrived, they saw purple qi rising into the sky and knew a rare treasure had appeared.

Since they had to investigate Father God's whereabouts anyway, they might as well go see what treasure had emerged.

If possible, they could even claim a share.

They never expected to run into someone like this.

Yuanshi was extremely proud. Hearing Li Hao's words, he naturally felt displeased and snorted coldly: "Just because you say so, this place becomes your Witch Tribe's territory? Then I could say it's mine!"

Li Hao grinned and sneered: "You're being utterly unreasonable. You say this place is yours?"

"Indeed!" Yuanshi stood tall and proud, looking down at Li Hao with contempt, and said: "I say this place belongs to me—so what?"

"Fine, you can certainly say that." Li Hao laughed heartily: "If it's yours, then call out to it and see if it answers!"

At the first half of that sentence, Yuanshi felt a bit smug, thinking the other side had backed down.

But hearing the second half, his face immediately turned ugly, shifting between pale and red.

Losing face, Yuanshi naturally grew angry. He stiffened his neck and retorted: "Sharp-tongued. You say this place belongs to your Witch Tribe—then call out to it and see if it answers you!"

Hearing this, Li Hao was taken aback.

Not bad—he even knows how to turn someone's argument against them?

But how could this stump Li Hao?

He looked at Yuanshi and nodded: "Of course. If I call it, it will naturally answer."

Yuanshi wouldn't believe such nonsense. He immediately said: "Impossible. If it truly answers, I and my brothers will willingly give up this treasure."

Li Hao nodded, his tone calm: "Treasure, treasure, tell me—do you belong to the Witch Tribe?"

As his words fell, Yuanshi and the other two, even Zhu Rong, pricked up their ears.

This was something new—wasn't a dead object speaking a novelty?

Only Houtu, who knew Li Hao well, made no reaction, merely covering her mouth with a light laugh.

She knew her precious little brother too well and understood he was up to some trick again.

After waiting a moment with no sound, Yuanshi snorted coldly and was about to lose his temper.

But before he could act, a very sharp voice rang out!

"Yes! That's right! I belong to the Witch Tribe! My brothers and I—alive, we are the Witch Tribe's land; dead, we are the Witch Tribe's death ground!"

Chapter 15: I'm Just Taking a Treasure I Left Here Before—Is That a Crime?

As soon as this voice sounded, Yuanshi was dumbfounded!

What the hell was that?

The voice seemed to come from the direction of that sharp-tongued brat.

But that guy hadn't opened his mouth to speak, nor was there any surge of magical power—clearly, it wasn't some divine ability.

Judging by the expressions of Elder Brother, Third Brother, and even the other two from the Witch Tribe, it wasn't telepathy either.

What the hell was going on?

Yuanshi, utterly baffled, racked his brain in vain.

And it wasn't just him—even Zhu Rong and Houtu were stunned, okay?

Still, relatively speaking, Houtu was a bit better off; her eyes simply sparkled with fascination as she gazed at Li Hao.

Her heart swelled with pride!

Even though she couldn't see through the reason behind it, that didn't stop her from feeling smug.

Little brother was truly amazing—so resourceful!

As for Zhu Rong, he was completely floored!

Holy shit!

What kind of method was this? You could hear the general direction of the voice, but had no clue where it came from.

It must be some wondrous technique passed down by Father God—Father God really doted on Thirteenth Brother!

Li Hao stared blank-faced at the Three Pure Ones, his heart full of disdain and a touch of helplessness.

The disdain was naturally aimed at the Three Pure Ones.

A modern man—how hard was it to fool you ancient beings?

Never heard of ventriloquism, never seen it, right?

Look at those expressions, that look of utter ignorance.

Ignorance was truly terrifying!

As for the helplessness, that was directed at Zhu Rong!

Honestly, Li Hao was at a complete loss with Zhu Rong!

Not to be rude, Third Brother!

These were just little tricks to fool outsiders!

Why did you have to get involved?

Look at your face—you're even more shocked than those three!

Is that really okay? Do you need to be this cooperative?

Besides, this was nothing—your little brother had plenty more tricks up his sleeve.

If you're this stunned now, what are you going to do later?

Zhu Rong didn't care about any of that; he immediately sidled over and asked in a low voice, "Thirteenth Brother, tell me, what's going on? I promise I won't let those three know."

At these words, Li Hao shot Zhu Rong a strange look.

Third Brother! You're really my own brother!

Aren't you undermining me? I was just about to bluff them.

With you saying that, once they think it over, what's the point of the bluff anymore?

Houtu also glared coldly at Zhu Rong, seething with resentment.

This Third Brother—truly, he couldn't help but mess things up.

But now, it was too late to say anything!

Li Hao looked at the Three Pure Ones and found their expressions had clearly shifted; they no longer seemed half-convinced as before.

They had completely reverted to the looks they'd worn at their first meeting.

Yuanshi raised an eyebrow. "You Witch Tribe are indeed full of tricks—whatever's good, you want to seize by force. It's the same now, and it was the same with Father God!"

"A bunch of beings without even a Primordial Spirit, born in grotesque shapes—how dare you claim our Father God as your own?"

For the Witch Tribe, two things mattered most: one was Father God Pangu.

The second was honor.

Strictly speaking, these two could be lumped together as honor.

After all, if Father God was Pangu, how could the honor be small?

Zhu Rong had always been hot-tempered; others caught fire at the slightest spark, but he could ignite all on his own.

Now, with his honor questioned—or rather, insulted—he naturally couldn't hold back. The Law of Fire erupted in a blaze, and flames shot into the sky.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Li Hao stopped him.

Of course, with Zhu Rong in a rage, Li Hao alone couldn't hold him back—not even with the other Ancestor Witches' help.