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

"Isn't it just a small matter? Why hold such a grudge?"

Laozi and Yuanshi were speechless.

What the hell, a small matter?

Was that a small matter?

Then what counts as a big matter?

Digging up our ancestral graves?

No!

We're from the same family, right?

Huh?!

Something feels off here!

But I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong.

Still, what the two found hardest to accept was...

As Li Hao kept sobbing, Tongtian nodded, putting on a show of solidarity with the Witch Tribe.

"That's the logic, Elder Brother. Second Brother is a bit petty."

"Brother, don't worry. After the sermon, I'll have a word with them and smooth things over!"

Tongtian spoke with righteous fervor, thumping his chest loudly.

Laozi and Yuanshi's faces couldn't have looked worse.

Third Brother, oh Third Brother!

You're a damn fool!

You're taking them for good people?

You'd be sold by them and still count the money for them, wouldn't you?

Li Hao didn't care about that. After closing the distance with Tongtian, he pulled him over to the cushions.

"Brother, tell me, which one do you want to sit on?"

"These are all ours. Sit wherever you like, just say the word!"

Tongtian glanced at Zhu Rong, then at the other Ancestor Witches.

He said weakly, "This... this isn't right, is it?"

"What's not right about it?" Li Hao blinked, then shoved Zhu Rong aside, who was standing in front, and said, "How about here?"

Without waiting for a reply, he pushed Tongtian down onto the cushion.

Zhu Rong, having been shoved, would normally not tolerate it.

But now, he had no choice but to endure.

Just as his big eyes started to flare up, two sharp gazes shot toward him.

From Dijiang and Houtu, respectively.

The former was manageable—at worst, a beating and a lecture.

Unpleasant, but bearable if he gritted his teeth.

If the latter got truly angry, though, it was over.

Zhu Rong feared nothing under heaven or earth, except Houtu's displeasure.

A sis-con's world, others couldn't understand.

Laozi and Yuanshi saw that the Bandit had actually given up a seat without demanding anything.

Their faces were full of disbelief, yet they had to believe.

The expressions playing across them were nothing short of colorful.

Li Hao watched their reactions, smiled, and waved them over.

The two walked forward slowly, faces marked by shock, delight, and disbelief.

Li Hao yielded two more seats, next to Tongtian's—the second and third cushions in the row.

Only after sitting down did Laozi and Yuanshi finally let go of their anxious hearts.

Yuanshi looked at the first cushion at the head.

"This first cushion... is it for you, little...?"

Li Hao shook his head, pulling open his lapel a bit to reveal the Six-Eared Macaque inside.

"It's reserved for him. But I haven't decided yet. If he doesn't take it, you all just move up one spot."

At the sight of the Six-Eared Macaque, Yuanshi nearly twisted his nose off in anger.

We are the Three Pure Ones!

Their status isn't even as good as a monkey's.

That's nothing but a fur-clad, horned beast, born of moisture and hatched from an egg.

How dare it take precedence over us?

Yuanshi was furious.

On a normal day, these words would have tumbled right out of his mouth.

But now? He only dared to think them in his heart.

He didn't dare say them out loud at all.

After all, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner, right?

For now, these words could only count as complaints.

If his temper was unsettled, wasn't he allowed to complain a little?

Besides, it wasn't affecting anyone else—he was just thinking it to himself.

Of the six Sage-Making Prayer Mats, four were already taken, leaving only two.

When the other great powers saw Laozi and the others seated, their minds began to stir.

But Li Hao and his group were brawny and formidable, clearly not easy to provoke, which made them hesitate.

Just then, a woman with a lovely face and a tall, straight figure swayed her body over.

And I mean swayed—she had a snake tail, after all.

The newcomer was none other than Nuwa.

Nuwa looked at Li Hao and smiled sweetly.

"This fellow daoist, I wonder if I might claim a seat?"

Li Hao glanced at Nuwa, propped his chin on his hand, and thought for a moment.

What was he thinking about?

Whether Nuwa had anything worth taking.

He could even broaden the scope a little.

Did Fuxi have anything worth taking...

Pfft! Exchanging...

This was a trade, a fair trade, honest and square-dealing.

But after thinking it over for a long time, Li Hao couldn't come up with anything.

Fuxi did have the Fuxi Qin.

But.

That thing, in the hands of a bunch of rough Witch Tribe men, would be useless.

This was a bit of a dilemma—if there was no trade, he had no reason to give up a seat for free, right?

Li Hao looked at Nuwa, and an idea suddenly popped into his head.

"Hmm... since you're so pretty, I'll let you have one seat!"

At those words, Nuwa's smile bloomed like a flower—no woman could refuse being called beautiful.

If she could, it meant you hadn't praised her hard enough.

But no sooner had the words left his mouth than Li Hao felt a piercing pain in his side.

"Sss!"

He couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.

Looking down, he saw a snow-white, delicate hand pinching the soft flesh of his abdomen.

Good grief!

She'd twisted at least two and a half turns—no wonder it hurt so much.

If she'd twisted any harder, she'd have torn a chunk of flesh right off!

Following the small hand upward, Houtu's pretty face was cold as ice, her lips pouted so high they could hang an oil bottle.

With that kind of display, how could Li Hao not understand?

He'd praised another woman, and Eldest Sister was jealous.

So, putting on a flattering smile, he said, "Eldest Sister, why are you still angry?"

Houtu gave a cold snort.

"I'm not angry! Why would I be angry?"

Li Hao put on a fawning look, winking and making faces.

"You might not believe it, but in this little brother's heart, Eldest Sister is the most beautiful. That was just me loving the house and its crow."