Primordial Era: Before Finishing the Sermon, All Ancestor Witches Already Became Saints Chapter 39

"Wasn't that just a minor matter? Do you have to hold such a grudge?"

Laozi and Yuanshi were speechless!

What the hell kind of a minor matter was that?

Was that considered a minor matter?

Then what on earth counted as a major matter?

Digging up our ancestral graves?

Wait!

Weren't we all supposed to be a family, huh?

Huh?!

It felt like something wasn't quite right!

Yet how was it that they couldn't quite put their finger on what was wrong?

However, what the two of them found most unacceptable was...

As Li Hao kept lamenting tearfully, Tongtian nodded along, looking as though he shared the Witch Tribe's hatred of the common enemy.

"That makes total sense, Elder Brother, Second Brother is being a bit petty."

"Don't fret, brothers, once the sermon is over, I'll have a word with them on your behalf!"

Tongtian spoke with righteous indignation, slapping his chest with loud thuds.

The complexions of Laozi and Yuanshi couldn't have been uglier.

Third Brother, oh Third Brother!

You damn fool!

Are you still treating them as good people?

Weren't they being sold out by others while still helping them count the money?

Li Hao didn't care about that. After closing the distance with Tongtian somewhat, he pulled Tongtian toward the prayer mats.

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

"These are all ours anyway, sit on whichever one you want, just say the word!"

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

He said somewhat weakly, "This... this wouldn't be good, right?"

"What's so bad about it?" Li Hao blinked, then shoved Zhu Rong aside from the front and said, "How about this one?"

Without waiting for a response, he forcefully pressed Tongtian down onto the prayer mat.

Generally speaking, being shoved like that was something Zhu Rong simply could not tolerate.

At this moment, however, he had no choice but to endure it.

Just as those large eyes of his showed a tendency to bulge, two sharp gazes shot toward him.

They came from Dijiang and Houtu respectively.

The former was still manageable; violating his rules at worst meant taking a beating and enduring a lecture.

Uncomfortable as it was, gritting one's teeth would always get one through it.

If the latter truly got angry, then it was game over.

Zhu Rong feared neither heaven nor earth, but he was terrified of Houtu being displeased.

The world of a sister-con was something outsiders could never understand.

Seeing that the bandit actually handed over a seat without demanding anything in return, Laozi and Yuanshi were dumbfounded.

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

One could truly say that their expressions were a riot of changing colors.

Seeing their reactions, Li Hao smiled and beckoned.

Carrying expressions of shock, pleasant surprise, and disbelief, the two of them slowly walked over.

Li Hao yielded two more seats, right next to Tongtian—the second and third prayer mats counting from the front.

Only after sitting down did Laozi and Yuanshi finally set aside their pounding hearts.

Yuanshi looked at the very first prayer mat at the head.

"This first prayer mat is sma... is it meant for you to sit on?"

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

"It's reserved for it, though I haven't decided yet. If it doesn't want to sit, you guys can just move up one spot."

Looking at the Six-Eared Macaque, Yuanshi was so angry his nose was practically twisted out of shape.

We are the Three Pure Ones!

Our status actually couldn't even match a monkey.

That was merely a creature with fur and horns, born from wetness and eggshell.

How dare it take precedence over the likes of us?

Yuanshi was filled with indignation.

Under normal circumstances, these words would certainly have slipped right out of his mouth.

But right now, however, those words were only dare-to-be-thought in his heart.

He didn't dare utter them at all.

After all, to beat a dog, one still had to look at its master, didn't it?

Nowadays, such words could only be considered a silent grievance.

With his breath choked and his mind unsettled, wasn't he even allowed to complain a little?

Besides, this hadn't affected anyone else; he was only thinking it in his heart, wasn't he?

Four of the six Sage-Making Prayer Mats were taken, leaving only two.

Seeing Laozi and the others seated, the other mighty figures also grew tempted.

Yet Li Hao and the others were stalwart and formidable, looking at a glance like trouble-makers, which made the others hesitate to approach.

At that moment, a graceful and striking woman swayed her body as she undulated over.

She was truly swaying—after all, she had a serpent's tail.

The newcomer was none other than Nuwa.

Nuwa looked toward Li Hao and smiled charmingly.

"Fellow Daoist, I wonder if I might be able to secure a seat?"

Li Hao looked at Nuwa, propping up his chin in thought.

What on earth was he thinking about?

He was pondering whether Nuwa had anything worth coveting.

He could even widen the scope a bit.

Did Fuxi have anything worth coveting...

Bah! Exchanging...

This was business, a fair trade, without deceiving young or old.

Only, Li Hao thought for a long time without coming up with anything.

Fuxi did happen to possess the Fuxi Qin.

However.

That gadget placed in the hands of a bunch of crude fellows from the Witch Tribe would be of no use whatsoever.

This presented a bit of a dilemma; if there was no trade, there was no reason to give up a seat for nothing, right?

Looking at Nuwa, Li Hao instantly had an idea pop into his mind.

"Well... seeing that you're so pretty, I'll let you have a seat!"

Hearing this, Nuwa's smile blossomed like a flower, for no woman could ever resist someone praising her beauty.

If there were one, it only meant the compliment wasn't heavy enough.

Who would have thought that shortly after those words left his mouth, Li Hao felt a piercing pain surge from his flank.

"Hiss!"

He couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath of cold air.

Looking down, he saw a fair, tender hand pinching the soft flesh of his abdomen.

Goodness!

She had twisted it at least two and a half turns, no wonder it hurt so much.

If she had used any more force, wouldn't she have torn off a chunk of his flesh?

Tracing the small hand upward, he saw Houtu's pretty face as cold as frost, her lips puckered enough to hang an oil jar on them.

With her acting like this, how could Li Hao fail to understand?

He had praised another female, and Eldest Sister was jealous.

Hence, wearing a ingratiating smile, he said, "Eldest Sister, why are you still angry?"

Houtu let out a cold snort.

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

Sporting a flattering expression, Li Hao made frantic faces and blinked repeatedly.

"You might not believe it, but in your younger brother's heart, Eldest Sister is the most beautiful of all, and what I said was simply loving the house for the sake of its crow."