Primordial Era: The Dao Wasn't Finished, Yet the Ancestor Witches Became Saints

"First Brother, don't rush. Have the elder brothers block the door, and we'll go in first to snatch the most special front-row cushions."

Dijiang patted his chest. "Got it. But Thirteenth Brother, are we supposed to listen to the lecture afterward?"

He paused, then added with some reluctance, "You know, the brothers aren't really into that sort of thing."

Li Hao glanced at Dijiang, then at the other Ancestor Witches, before waving a hand.

"Listen to what lecture? Once the deal's done, we've got other business to attend to."

Dijiang looked baffled, staring at Li Hao with eyes full of inquiry.

"Other business? What other business?"

Li Hao smiled mysteriously. "Don't rush. We'll talk about it after this deal is finished."

Dijiang was utterly exasperated.

This Thirteenth Brother—too fond of keeping secrets.

Even keeping it from his own First Brother.

To be fair, Dijiang was wronging Li Hao.

It wasn't that Li Hao was deliberately being cryptic.

The main issue was—where were they right now?

This was the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun's turf.

If he said too much, there was no guarantee that old silver fox wouldn't eavesdrop.

If that happened, wouldn't the plan go up in smoke?

In truth, Li Hao hadn't thought of this at first, which was why he'd blurted out the plan to seize the cushions.

But that slip of the tongue had cost him dearly.

Fifty thousand points down the drain.

Well... right when he'd mentioned seizing the cushions, the system notified him that fifty thousand points had been deducted to activate a Shielding Field.

The reason? Someone was eavesdropping.

He had to admit, this Shielding Field was truly powerful—or rather, anything from the system was top-notch.

It could block heavenly secrets above and divine abilities below, only allowing those within a certain range whom the system deemed absolutely incapable of betraying the host to hear.

The only downside was the price—fifty thousand points for just three minutes of shielding.

So how could Li Hao dare to say anything else? Another fifty-thousand-point deduction would be too much for his poor heart.

Fifty thousand—save up, snatch... wouldn't it be better to grab a Magic Treasure instead?

As for what came after seizing the cushions, it wasn't complicated.

Far simpler than the cushion-grabbing itself.

Hongjun's lecture.

All the great powers, anyone with some cultivation and a decent sense of their own realm.

All came to listen.

Which meant the Primordial Era was essentially unclaimed territory.

With such an opportunity right before him, how could Li Hao let it slip by?

Wasn't this a feast? And a buffet at that.

Grab whatever looked good, eat whatever tasted nice—wasn't it?

This was heaven.

Time flew like a white colt passing a crack.

In less than ten years, the various great powers had arrived one after another at the Purple Cloud Palace.

The first to arrive were the Three Pure Ones, brimming with high spirits.

A saint's lecture—and we three brothers arrived first—surely we'll reap the greatest rewards.

But then... at the door, they saw seven or eight burly men forming a circle, guarding the entrance.

Inside the circle, two men and two women, four in total.

And most importantly, that detestable, bandit-like shameless man was among them.

Seeing this, Laozi and Tongtian instinctively shuddered.

Yuanshi didn't shudder, but his face instantly turned pale.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on Li Hao.

Li Hao, however, wasn't angered. Instead, he smiled and waved a hand in greeting.

This nearly drove Yuanshi mad. His teeth ground audibly, showing just how deep his hatred for Li Hao ran.

As time passed, the subsequent great powers arrived in turn.

Seeing the burly man blocking the entrance, he only furrowed his brow, not daring to say a word.

No one wanted to be the one to stick their neck out.

Just then, a middle-aged Daoist in a red robe with red hair and a red beard, accompanied by a youthful-faced Daoist barely four feet tall with three long wisps of beard under his chin, approached.

Li Hao paused for a moment, then immediately recognized the arrivals.

To be honest, these two were way too distinctive.

Wasn't this Hong Yun, the Primordial Era's eternal good guy, and his best buddy Zhen Yuanzi?

Chapter 25: The Primordial Era—No Place for Someone Like Hong Yun to Survive

Sneaking a peek at Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi, Li Hao nodded to himself. No wonder Hong Yun was called the Primordial Era's number one good guy.

From his face alone, he had the kind, benevolent look of someone who shunned worldly strife.

Not to mention that easygoing, friendly aura.

Yeah... the title of Primordial Era's top good guy was well deserved.

Then he looked at Zhen Yuanzi.

Holy crap!

Li Hao couldn't help but exclaim!

Though he'd heard rumors, seeing it in person now, he had to admit—there was a reason this guy could swear brotherhood with Monkey Sun.

The guy was a shrimp—barely four feet tall, no exaggeration.

Standing next to Monkey Sun, aside from lacking a full coat of fur, calling them brothers wouldn't be much of a stretch.

The only difference was that the elder brother inherited the parents' good genes, while the younger brother had a mutation, right?

Oh... or maybe the elder brother was the mutant, evolving further from a monkey into a human.

That worked too.

While Li Hao was observing, Hong Yun's good-guy nature kicked in.

Seeing everyone blocked outside, he stepped forward.

After a moment's hesitation, he picked a burly man who, like himself, had red hair and wore red robes, and approached.

He reached out and gently patted the big man on the back.

It wasn't that he didn't want to pat somewhere else—Hong Yun had initially aimed for the shoulder.

The problem was... he wasn't tall enough.

For a Primordial Era cultivator, Hong Yun's height was already considered on the taller side.

But facing a member of the Witch Tribe, it clearly fell short.

So he had to settle for patting the back instead.

Seeing this, Li Hao couldn't help but snicker.

Whether Hong Yun's luck was good or bad had always been hard to say.

If you said his luck was good—well, it was. He managed to claim a Sage-Making Prayer Mat, and even without it, he still obtained the Primordial Violet Qi.

Could that really be called bad luck?

If you said his luck was bad—that was also true. He took the mat and gave it up, got the Violet Qi and attracted a deadly calamity.

So Hong Yun's luck was really hard to pin down. If you had to put it, it was fifty-fifty.

"Misfortune is what fortune leans on; fortune is what misfortune hides"—that saying was spot on.

But after seeing Hong Yun's move, Li Hao could be certain.

Hong Yun's luck was truly terrible. So many people were blocking the door.

Why did you have to pick Zhu Rong, of all people, the hothead?

This time, he was probably in for a major humiliation.

Sure enough, just as Li Hao expected.

Feeling someone pat him, Zhu Rong irritably turned to look behind him.

Seeing a middle-aged Daoist with red beard, red hair, and a red robe, Zhu Rong, already in a foul mood, flared up even more.

Damn!

Not only did they match outfits, but now this!