The Primordial Era: Before the Lecture Was Even Finished, All the Ancestor Witches Became Saints

Houtu heard these words, and her expression immediately improved a bit, though she still maintained a cold demeanor.

Are you still trying to justify yourself? Why the favoritism? Explain yourself!

Seeing this, Li Hao felt there was hope and immediately explained, "I just thought of Eldest Sister's original Dao Body. The moment I saw her, I was reminded of Eldest Sister's million-year-long guardianship, which is why I gave up the seat."

After saying this, he even pretended to let out a couple of sniffling sobs and wiped away his tears.

He put on a thoroughly wronged expression.

How could Houtu ever withstand this? Seeing her younger brother suffering, she was already starting to crack.

Plus, she glanced over at Nuwa's Dao Body.

With that look, she had to admit, it really did look quite similar.

Instantly, the ice melted and the snow turned to water as she pulled Li Hao into an embrace and began to soothe him.

Li Hao flashed a sly smile, letting out a sigh of relief in his heart.

Done deal!

Having placated Houtu, Li Hao looked at the single remaining praying mat.

He began to search for a sucker. Among these six praying mats, one had been given to the Six-Eared Macaque.

He had raised three pigs—hmm... perhaps he should say three and a half.

Nuwa could be considered half a pig, seeing as she would create the Human Race, and the Human Race was also an indispensable link in the Witch-Demon Calamity.

He would have to remind her when the time came; before the calamity broke out, it would be best for her to hide away.

That way, it would prevent the Demon Race from refining the Witch-Slaying Sword and causing massive casualties for the Witch Tribe.

It would also allow the Human Race to avoid a great calamity, which would at least earn him some lingering goodwill.

Things would be easier to handle afterward, too, because no matter what, the Human Race was still the future master of heaven and earth.

Establishing a good relationship in advance was very necessary!

Looking ahead at the crowd, he saw Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi looking rather hesitant.

Li Hao secretly sighed; these two fellows still wanted to try and grab a seat.

Yet where was a seat ever so easy to grab?

Hong Yun's tragedy had started right from this praying mat, after all.

Of course, thinking was one thing, but Li Hao had no obligation to spell it all out.

The most he could do was stop Hong Yun from taking a seat.

Besides, coming to the Purple Heaven Palace to grab seats in advance was supposed to be a business venture.

As a result, up until now, he hadn't gained a damn bit of profit from it.

The Three Pure Ones were for the future, so they were on credit for now.

As for Nuwa, she might not even pay him back in the future.

Moreover... his own Eldest Sister Houtu was clearly a vinegar jar. Even though she had been placated this time, there was no guarantee he could fool her next time.

Most importantly, it hurt!

He didn't know if it was some special ability women possessed, but with that single twist—despite his physical body being capable of treating an Innate Spiritual Treasure's attack like a mere scratch—he still felt an incomparably sharp pain.

Therefore, as for this Nuwa, it was best not to contact her if possible.

If he absolutely had to, he should keep contact to a minimum.

Looking at the praying mat, then at the various mighty figures, Li Hao found himself in a bit of a dilemma.

With only a single praying mat left, it was truly hard to decide who to give it to.

His only choices were Hong Yun and Kunpeng.

Speaking of which, sometimes people really couldn't be talked about.

The moment Li Hao thought of Kunpeng, he saw a Daoist in black robes walk over.

The man had a cold expression and a chilling gaze.

Arriving close by, he parted his lips, trying his best to display a well-intentioned smile.

Only... this smile truly was uglier than crying.

"Greetings, Daoist Friend. My name is Kunpeng. I heard that you are about to leave."

"As for this sole remaining seat, might I ask if you could cede it to me?"

Li Hao glanced sideways at Kunpeng, looking him up and down from head to toe.

"No! Get lost!"

Kunpeng froze, anger surging in his heart.

However, he didn't utter any harsh threats either; he merely gave an awkward smile and turned on his heel to leave.

The moment he turned around, his complexion instantly turned a shade of iron-blue.

He secretly clenched his teeth, utterly hating Li Hao to the core.

This fellow truly deserved to die, giving him not a shred of face in front of so many mighty figures.

Just you wait!

He would definitely find an opportunity to ambush and kill him later.

If he didn't avenge today's insult, he, Kunpeng, would never sleep in peace.

Naturally, Li Hao had no idea what Kunpeng was thinking, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.

His physical body could withstand the full-force bombardment of an Innate Spiritual Treasure; could he possibly be afraid of a little bird?

At this moment, Li Hao was thinking about entirely different matters as he watched Kunpeng's retreating back.

Oh boy!

Look at those back muscles, the way the gluteal muscles rippled.

Presumably, the meat must be extremely firm, tender and springy, and not at all stringy.

Without a doubt, it was prime cooking material.

Coupled with the indoctrination of modern knowledge.

Things like: When a Kun is too big, a single pot can't hold it all, and When a Peng is too big, you need at least two barbecue grills—one with extra sugar, one with mild spicy, and grab a bottle of snow... ahem.

Anyway, it was roughly that idea.

Li Hao wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and poked Zhu Rong.

"Third Brother, did you see that guy? He's a Kunpeng."

"You've never eaten one, have you?"

Zhu Rong curled his lip. "I haven't, but have you?"

"What are you showing off for? Let me tell you, your Third Brother has eaten and seen way more than you ever will!"

Li Hao rolled his eyes.

"Listen to yourself. Am I showing off? I'm saying that fellow is super delicious!"

Zhu Rong let out a disdainful snort. "You haven't even fucking eaten it, how do you know it's delicious?"

Li Hao was instantly dumbfounded.

Logically speaking, whenever delicious food was mentioned—even if he hadn't eaten it—Zhu Rong would usually jump right on board, wouldn't he?

Why was his train of thought actually normal this time?

Something was fishy!

Very fishy!

Being watched by Li Hao's strange gaze, Zhu Rong's scalp tinged with numbness.

He muttered under his breath, "I... didn't I just ask? Haven't you not eaten it either? What if it doesn't taste good? Wouldn't all that effort go to waste?"

Hearing this, Li Hao stiffened his neck.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! It is definitely delicious without a doubt!"

Zhu Rong glanced sideways at him, looking sheepishly to the left and right.

Delicious meant it was delicious, so what?

Did he have to say it so loudly? Was he afraid the whole world wouldn't hear what he was talking about?

Seeing that Zhu Rong still seemed somewhat unconvinced, Li Hao pondered for a moment. "It's definitely delicious, Father God said so!"

This phrase slipped out almost reflexively; when in doubt, look to Father God.

It was guaranteed to solve anything! Not a single flaw!

To the Witch Tribe, the term "Father God" carried immense weight.

Especially to all the Ancestor Witches.

Dijiang hadn't been paying close attention to the conversation between Li Hao and Zhu Rong earlier, but the moment he heard this mention of Father God, he instantly peraked up.

He leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "What did Father God say?"

Faced with the burning gazes of all the Ancestor Witches, Li Hao felt his scalp prickle slightly.

Yet since the words were already out, he had to bite the bullet and finish.

"It's nothing. I was telling Third Brother that the Kunpeng tastes delicious."

"Third Brother said none of us have ever eaten it, so how do we know if it tastes good or not!"

"I said it was good, but Third Brother didn't believe me, so I remembered that Father God once said that if there ever was a chance, we must taste the flavor of a Kunpeng again—that flavor was simply marvelous!"

As soon as these words left his mouth, the eyes of the Ancestor Witches lit up, and they all turned simultaneously to look at Kunpeng.

Without exception, they continuously wiped the excess saliva secreting in their mouths.

Are you kidding me?