Primordial Era: The Dao Wasn't Finished, and the Ancestor Witches Had Already Become Saints

Houtu's expression softened slightly at these words, but she remained cold.

"You think you're in the right? How does 'love me, love my Dao Body' work? Explain yourself!"

Seeing an opening, Li Hao quickly explained, "I was thinking of Eldest Sister's original Dao Body. The moment I saw her, I remembered your million years of unwavering protection, so I gave up the seat."

With that, he even let out a couple of fake sobs and wiped at his eyes, putting on a pitiful act.

Houtu couldn't handle that. Seeing her little brother upset, she was already struggling to hold herself together.

Then she took another look at Nuwa's Dao Body.

And honestly, the resemblance was striking.

The ice melted, and she pulled Li Hao into a comforting embrace.

Li Hao smirked slyly, relieved inside.

Done!

Having soothed Houtu, Li Hao turned his gaze to the remaining cushion.

He started scouting for a sucker. Of the six cushions, one had gone to Six-Eared Macaque.

He'd raised three pigs—well, maybe three and a half.

Nuwa counted as half, since she would create the Human Race, and the Human Race was an indispensable part of the Witch-Demon Calamity.

He'd remind her later: before the calamity began, it was best to hide.

That way, the Demon Race wouldn't forge the Witch-Slaying Sword, preventing heavy Witch Tribe casualties.

It would also spare the Human Race a great catastrophe, earning him some karmic goodwill.

And it would make things easier down the line—after all, the Human Race was destined to be the future protagonists of the world.

Building a good relationship early was essential!

Watching Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi hesitate in the crowd ahead, Li Hao sighed inwardly. Those two still wanted a seat.

But was that seat so easy to take?

Hong Yun's tragedy started right from this cushion.

Of course, thinking that didn't mean Li Hao had any obligation to spell it out.

All he could do was stop Hong Yun from sitting down.

After all, he'd come to the Purple Cloud Palace to grab seats for business.

And so far, he hadn't gained a single bit of profit.

The Three Pure Ones would pay off in the future—for now, they owed him.

Nuwa? He might never recoup that investment.

And besides... his Eldest Sister Houtu was clearly a jealous one. He'd managed to soothe her this time, but who knew if he could fool her again?

Most importantly—it hurt!

Whether it was some special female ability or not, that twist had left him in agony, even though his body could normally shrug off attacks from Innate Spiritual Treasures like mere tickles.

So, the less he interacted with Nuwa, the better.

If he absolutely had to, he'd keep it to a minimum.

Looking at the cushion, then at the assembled great powers, Li Hao felt troubled.

With only one cushion left, it was hard to decide who to give it to.

The options were Hong Yun and Kunpeng.

Funny thing—people really do show up when you talk about them.

No sooner had Li Hao thought of Kunpeng than a black-robed Daoist approached.

The man's face was cold, his gaze icy.

He came close, bared his teeth, and tried to force a friendly smile.

But that smile was uglier than crying.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist. I am Kunpeng. I heard you were leaving."

"Would you be willing to yield this last seat to This Humble One?"

Li Hao glanced at Kunpeng, sizing him up from head to toe.

"No. Get lost."

Kunpeng froze, fury rising in his heart.

But he didn't utter any threats—just gave an awkward smile and turned to leave.

The moment he turned around, his face was a mask of livid iron.

He gritted his teeth, absolutely hating Li Hao to the core.

This bastard truly deserved to die—before so many great powers, he didn't even spare an ounce of face.

Just wait!

He would definitely find a chance to ambush and kill him later.

If he didn't avenge today's humiliation, he, Kunpeng, would never rest easy.

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

His physical body could withstand a full-force strike from an Innate Spiritual Treasure—how could he fear some little bird?

At this moment, Li Hao's mind was on other things as he watched Kunpeng's retreating figure.

Good heavens!

The flow of muscles in that back, those buttocks.

Surely the meat must be extremely firm, tender and springy to the bite, and not at all dry.

Absolutely top-quality ingredients, no doubt.

Add in the infusion of modern knowledge.

Something about a kun being too big to stew in one pot, a peng needing at least two barbecue racks—one with extra sugar, one lightly spicy, plus a bottle of Snow... ahem.

Anyway, that was the gist of it.

Li Hao wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and nudged Zhu Rong.

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

"Ever eaten one?"

Zhu Rong curled his lip. "I haven't eaten one—have you?"

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

Li Hao rolled his eyes.

"What do you mean, showing off? I'm saying this guy is delicious!"

Zhu Rong snorted dismissively. "How the hell do you know it's good if you've never even eaten it?"

Li Hao was instantly dumbfounded.

Shouldn't it be that as soon as he mentioned something tasty that they hadn't tried, Zhu Rong would just charge right in?

Why was his brain working normally this time?

Something's wrong!

Very wrong!

Under Li Hao's strange stare, Zhu Rong clearly felt a bit creeped out.

He muttered, "I... I'm just asking, aren't I? You haven't eaten it either, have you? What if it's not good? Wouldn't that be a waste of effort?"

Hearing this, Li Hao stiffened his neck.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! It's definitely delicious!"

Zhu Rong shot him a look and glanced around awkwardly.

Delicious is delicious.

Did he have to say it so loud? Afraid no one could hear what he was talking about?

Seeing that Zhu Rong still seemed unconvinced, Li Hao thought for a moment. "It must be delicious—Father God said so!"

The words practically slipped out; when in doubt, invoke Father God.

It would definitely solve the problem! No issue at all!

The term "Father God" carried immense weight for the Witch Tribe.

Especially for the Ancestor Witches.

Dijiang hadn't been paying attention to Li Hao and Zhu Rong's conversation, but the moment he heard "Father God said," he perked up immediately.

He leaned in and asked quietly, "What did Father God say?"

Under the eager gazes of all the Ancestor Witches, Li Hao's scalp tingled slightly.

But since the words were already out, he had to grit his teeth and finish.

"Nothing much—I was telling Third Brother that Kunpeng is delicious."

"Third Brother said none of us have eaten it, so how do we know it's good?"

"I said it's good, Third Brother didn't believe me, so I remembered Father God once said that if he had the chance, he'd definitely taste Kunpeng again—the flavor, exquisite!"

At these words, the Ancestor Witches' eyes lit up, and they all turned to look at Kunpeng.

All of them were wiping the excess saliva from their mouths.

No kidding?