That's Not Done Preaching Yet, and All the Ancestor Witches Have Already Become Saints - Chapter 20

Or rather, you could search the entire Primordial Era, and no one could stop Zhu Rong in a fit of rage.

In this state, there were only two possibilities: win or die.

Only one person could stop him, and that person was Houtu.

Speaking of which, Houtu and Li Hao truly shared a sibling's bond.

Under normal circumstances, based on Yuanshi's words alone, he deserved to die.

Zhu Rong was violently angry, so naturally she would not stop him.

Yet her precious younger brother seemed to have his own thoughts.

Thus, Houtu decisively took Zhu Rong's hand, absolutely determined not to let Third Brother ruin her brother's plan.

Zhu Rong felt a pair of slightly cool, soft little hands grip his large hand, and his entire person instantly calmed down.

He looked at Houtu, then turned to look at the Three Pure Ones, let out a soft snort, and did not continue acting rashly.

As Zhu Rong backed down, Li Hao let out a sigh of relief in his heart, glanced at the Three Pure Ones, and smiled dismissively.

Inside, he sighed endlessly!

Ah! Why did people say that being uncultured was truly terrifying?

He had originally thought the Three Pure Ones would be different from ordinary living beings.

Seeing them today, he was profoundly disappointed.

It turned out the Three Pure Ones were also just people who followed the crowd, spread hearsay, and believed rumors.

The Primordial Era still circulated the tale that the Three Pure Ones were transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, but as to how things actually stood, it was impossible for the three of them not to know.

Even their origins were false, so how could they possibly believe something like the Witch Tribe lacking a primordial spirit?

True, ordinary members of the Witch Tribe had deficient primordial spirits.

However, the Ancestor Witches' primordial spirits were quite complete.

It was just that out of reverence for their Father God Pangu, the Ancestor Witches chose to exclusively cultivate their physical bodies rather than their primordial spirits.

Anyone who gave it a little thought could see how unreasonable that was!

Look at it this way: Pangu cleaved open the heavens and earth, exhausted his strength, and passed away, breathing out three paths of clear qi and twelve paths of turbid qi upon his fall.

The three paths of clear qi transformed to become the Three Pure Ones, while the twelve paths of turbid qi became the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Then a problem arose: the three paths of clear qi possessed extraordinary backgrounds and profound karmic fortune, with a smooth and easy path of cultivation that ultimately led to them becoming saints.

Of course, successfully becoming saints was inseparable from the merit of opening the heavens they carried.

As for the twelve paths of turbid qi lacking the merit of opening the heavens and being unable to become saints, we will leave that aside for the moment.

Let us simply talk about the matter of the Twelve Ancestor Witches having no primordial spirits!

Was that reasonable? It was extremely unreasonable!

What did having no primordial spirit mean? It meant being unable to cultivate—to put it bluntly, it meant being a being without a brain, an idiot, a moron, a mentally handicapped existence.

The three paths of clear qi were exceptionally intelligent, yet the equivalent twelve paths of turbid qi turned into twelve idiots, morons, and mentally handicapped individuals?

Wasn't that hilarious?

Indeed, one could also explain it by claiming the biggest difference between clear qi and turbid qi was that turbid qi was filthier, hence the lack of a primordial spirit.

Fine, nothing wrong with that!

Then the question arose: weren't the Nether Blood Sea and Ancestor Minghe, formed from Pangu's umbilical blood, even filthier? Perhaps one should even add the word dirty.

Yet beings formed from such filthy and dirty things possessed primordial spirits? Their cultivation was not slow either, and they were extremely cautious.

The mighty figures of the same period died or were crippled, yet he alone lived on completely fine.

How should this Minghe be explained?

Seeing that Li Hao and the other two stopped speaking, Yuanshi assumed he had cornered his opponents and became even more insufferably arrogant.

He laughed unbridled for a moment. "A mere Witch Tribe, how dare you oppose the likes of us without even weighing your own worth!"

Seeing Yuanshi grow increasingly rampant, Li Hao shook his head, clicking his tongue.

Yuanshi reacted as though he were a cat whose tail had been stepped on, shouting, "Shameless little thief! What do you mean by this? Are you mocking me?"

"Yeah! That's right!" Li Hao nodded, speaking casually. "I am mocking you, so what? Are you going to bite me?"

"I've long heard of the great names of the Three Pure Ones, but seeing them today, they're nothing much—no different from beings of flesh and blood!"

The expressions of the Three Pure Ones shifted drastically, turning instantly ashen.

They were formed from the three paths of clear qi exhaled after Pangu passed away.

Born with the cultivation base of Grand Unity Golden Immortals and carrying the merit of opening the heavens, all living beings in the Primordial Era had always treated them with the utmost reverence.

When had they ever suffered such an insult?

Laozi and Tongtian were fine, but Yuanshi could no longer endure it.

His temperament was naturally incomparably arrogant, and naturally he could not stomach this anger.

In Yuanshi's view, within the Primordial Era, the Three Pure Ones ought to reign supreme.

As for the Twelve Ancestor Witches, who were rumored to have similarly been born from Father God Pangu?

To him, they were merely base creatures transformed from essence blood.

How could they possibly compare to the nobility and orthodoxy of the three of them?

Yuanshi's expression was as gloomy as water.

"The three of us are Pangu's orthodoxy. Shameless little thief, base creature, how dare you insult me?"

"Today I am bound to teach you a lesson so you learn respect for seniority!"

"Oh? Teach me a lesson?" Li Hao looked at Yuanshi with curiosity, asking with a cheap expression, "Is it red or green? Purple or white?"

Faced with provocation again and again, Yuanshi's eyes were practically spitting fire.

If he endured any longer, he felt he would directly explode.

Just as he prepared to make a move...

Suddenly, myriad paths of rosy light and lingering celestial music appeared, accompanied by an intoxicating fragrance.

The misty vapor slowly dissipated.

A pool of water abruptly manifested.

Within the water grew a green lotus.

That green lotus possessed thirty-six grades, its blossoms slowly blooming outward.

Joy surged in Li Hao's heart!

Holy crap! This was the Thirty-Six Grade Creation Green Lotus!

Well-read in Primordial Era webnovels, Li Hao naturally knew how extraordinary the origins of this Creation Green Lotus were.

It was transformed from a lotus seed of the Chaos Green Lotus.

That Chaos Green Lotus was a supreme treasure of Chaos that had existed even before the splitting of heaven and earth.

It bore five lotus seeds: one nurtured Pangu, while of the remaining four, only a single one matured.

This Thirty-Six Grade Creation Green Lotus was precisely what that mature lotus seed transformed into.

Li Hao also knew that this Creation Green Lotus lacked the merit of opening the heavens and was not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao.

The moment of its maturity would also be the day of its destruction.

According to the original trajectory of the Primordial Era, this item should have been carved up by the Three Pure Ones when the Heavenly Dao destroyed it.

Laozi spoke: Red flower, the flower of the Creation Green Lotus transformed into the Coiled Dragon Walking Stick.

Yuanshi spoke: White lotus root, the lotus root of the Creation Green Lotus transformed into the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi.

Tongtian spoke: Green lotus leaf, the lotus leaf of the Creation Green Lotus transformed into the Qingping Sword.

The saying, "Red flower, white lotus root, green lotus leaf, the Three Pure Ones were originally a single family," originated from this.

Of course, that was only the original trajectory.

Now that the greatest variable in the Primordial Era—Li Hao—existed here,

it would be a miracle if the Primordial Era could still develop according to its past trajectory.

Mn... Li Hao indeed thought so as well.

Although the items transformed by this Creation Green Lotus were only Innate Spiritual Treasures, the Witch Tribe was currently as poor as could be without a single hair to their name, so he wasn't in a position to be picky.

Having something was better than having nothing; who needed a bicycle?

The Three Pure Ones were three people, and his side consisted of three people as well.

If they could take them, why couldn't they?

Today, he was dead set on seizing this treasure; it wouldn't matter who showed up!

Eh? Wait! How could one call acquiring a treasure a seizure?

This was retrieval. What was wrong with retrieving a treasure I originally placed here myself?

Was it breaking the law? Huh?

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"Thirteenth Brother? Well? Are we snatching it or not?"

Seeing the treasure manifest, Zhu Rong crowded over once more.

"What do you mean by snatching or not?" Li Hao glanced at Zhu Rong, speaking in an irritated tone. "Can you call this snatching? This is retrieval. We are here to retrieve the legacy left to our tribe by Father God!"

"Right, right, right! It's retrieval! It's retrieval!" Zhu Rong nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Li Hao continued, "Third Brother, this item is equivalent to Father God's brother, making him our uncle."

"Only filial descendants like our tribe can take good care of him. He absolutely cannot fall into the hands of certain unfilial people; otherwise, who knows how they might treat this uncle!"