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

This is Father God's warning!

If even Father God praises the meat, how could the taste possibly be bad?

But... I wonder how big Kunpeng's true body is—will it be enough to split among thirteen people?

No!

I don't even know if Kunpeng is a whole race. If so, we could catch a few more and let the lads have a taste!

Chapter 28: Tongtian: Leave the Monkey to Me, You Can Rest Assured

At this moment, Kunpeng, who had returned to the crowd with a gloomy face, suddenly felt a chill shoot from the base of his tail straight to his crown.

Kunpeng looked around and noticed that the burly men beside the one who had humiliated him were all staring at him with very strange looks.

Their eyes gleamed with sharp light.

And it seemed like a bit of glistening drool was leaking from the corners of their mouths?

Hey? Why can't they wipe it clean?

He strained his ears—what was that? Barbecue? Braised? Clear stewed?

What on earth were they talking about?

Kunpeng's anger surged. He was certain this had to be related to the one who humiliated him—Li Hao.

He wanted to lash out, but he didn't dare.

Not to mention that the one who insulted him was tall and fierce-looking, clearly not someone easy to provoke.

In a direct confrontation, Kunpeng had no confidence—he'd only dare to act with a sneak attack.

And those burly men were all powerfully built, with fierce faces, one and all.

Can't provoke them! Can't provoke them!

As the saying goes, endure for a moment, and the wind and waves calm; step back, and the sky and sea open wide.

Kunpeng decisively made the wisest choice.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he shrank back as much as possible, reducing his presence.

He chickened out!

Kunpeng backed down, but the Ancestor Witches had no such intention. They discussed among themselves.

How to strike, and when would be best.

To be honest, they were already getting impatient.

If this weren't the Purple Cloud Palace and they didn't need to show the saints some face, They would have already swarmed in and captured Kunpeng.

With that small interlude over, Li Hao figured the time was about right.

He took the Six-Eared Macaque out from his bosom and placed it in front of the first cushion.

"This cushion is yours. Sit if you want, don't if you don't—either way, it's fine!"

Then he looked at Tongtian.

"Brother, this little monkey is pitiful. After we leave, please look after him a bit."

Tongtian patted his chest and guaranteed, "Brother, rest assured—leave it all to me!"

Though it was a solemn promise, Li Hao didn't take it seriously.

Who didn't know? Tongtian was the least influential of the Three Pure Ones.

He only said this to use the opportunity to warn Laozi and Yuanshi.

To be absolutely sure, Li Hao smiled and patted Yuanshi on the shoulder.

"With your word, brother, I'm at ease! It's all in your hands!"

As he spoke, he leaned close to Yuanshi's ear and whispered, "You know the rules. If the little monkey gets bullied, just see if I don't mess you up completely!"

Before this, Yuanshi had been quite disdainful.

He thought Li Hao had poor judgment and entrusted the wrong person.

Before he could even sneer for long, this blow came down on his head.

Yuanshi was also an extremely proud man. Being threatened like this naturally left him unwilling.

But what could unwillingness do?

He knew very well that the refined and easygoing demeanor this guy showed now was all a facade.

This guy was a pure bandit, a brigand.

Whatever he said, he could really do.

Following the principle that a wise man doesn't court danger, Yuanshi nodded lightly and agreed.

In his heart, though, he consoled himself.

This is tactical weakness.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

Showing weakness now is only to take revenge sooner.

I'm not being a coward!

Who am I, Yuanshi?

How could I ever be a coward?

Satisfied with the answer, Li Hao finally released Yuanshi and was about to walk back to the Ancestor Witches' side.

Then he felt his pant leg caught by something.

Puzzled, he looked down and found Six-Eared Macaque tugging at his pant leg with one hand.

At the same time, the monkey looked up at him, his small eyes full of pleading.

Like a child begging not to be abandoned.

Li Hao didn't understand what was going on and asked curiously.

"What's wrong? Something else?"

Six-Eared Macaque shook his head slightly, gritted his teeth as if making some major decision.

The struggle in his eyes vanished, replaced by a kind of carefree ease, or rather, relief.

"I... I don't want to hear the Dao anymore! I want to go with you!"

Li Hao crouched down and patted Six-Eared Macaque's head. "You have to hear the Dao. You went through so much trouble, nearly died—wasn't it all just to hear the Dao?"

Six-Eared Macaque shook his head aggrievedly, stubbornly insisting, "I... I want to follow you!"

Li Hao smiled. "Hearing the Dao and following me aren't in conflict!"

"After you finish hearing the Dao, you can come find me!"

"Besides, hearing the Dao might help you a lot. Following me is different—I don't have any techniques suited for you."

Six-Eared Macaque still shook his head stubbornly, his little furry hand gripping Li Hao's pant leg tightly.

Li Hao was utterly helpless!

This Six-Eared Macaque was way too stubborn!

No matter how he reasoned with him, he just wouldn't listen!

Then he thought about it—it made sense.

If he weren't stubborn, would he have used his Divine Power to eavesdrop on the Dao lecture out of his pursuit of the Way?

He was like that about hearing the Dao, and now he was the same about following him.

In short, if he weren't stubborn, he wouldn't be Six-Eared Macaque.

Looking at Six-Eared Macaque, Li Hao sighed, completely at a loss.

Just then, Houtu stepped forward, scooped up Six-Eared Macaque, and stroked the little monkey's soft fur.

She said gently, "Brother, if he doesn't want to leave, just bring him along. If he doesn't hear the Dao, so be it. In the vast Primordial Era, are you afraid we can't find a technique suited for him?"

In truth, Houtu didn't do this because she liked Six-Eared Macaque.

The main reason was Li Hao. She saw that her precious brother was quite fond of this monkey.

She had wanted to suggest this earlier, but since her brother didn't seem to think so, how could she object?

Now that the little monkey volunteered to follow, and her brother looked a bit troubled, she had no choice but to step in and lay things out.

Li Hao heard this and suddenly felt, That actually made sense!

As long as Six-Eared Macaque didn't eavesdrop, Hongjun would have no reason to say, "The Dao shall not be passed to Six Ears!" right?

Of course, that didn't rule out Hongjun, that old schemer, finding some other way to plot against Six-Eared Macaque.

If that saying never spread, with Six-Eared Macaque's origins, who couldn't he seek the Dao from?

The nearest ones—Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian—wouldn't they all work?

Especially Tongtian—that guy must be an animal fanatic.

A severe one at that.

Among his disciples, there were rabbits, fish, everything from mice to Great Peng.

If you said he wasn't a hardcore animal fanatic, who'd believe it?

Even if he weren't, at worst he didn't dislike animals—he was all about seizing a sliver of hope for all living beings.