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

Someone had already started acting before them, and Jieyin and Zhunti were stunned into a daze.

The one acting was naturally Li Hao.

After sizing up the two of them, Li Hao had a flash of inspiration.

Since these two were bound to sit on those Cushions anyway, he might as well take the initiative and yield them, as a way to build a connection.

It wasn't for anything else—just to have a chance to tour the West.

Although the Western land veins had completely collapsed back in the day due to the Demon-Calming War and Luohu's self-detonation, leaving the Western region extremely resource-poor...

Still, after so many years of recovery, things had bounced back a little.

The main point was that across the entire West, aside from Jieyin and Zhunti, there were no other great powers.

After all, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse—that saying wasn't without reason.

No matter how poor the West was, it still had plenty of good stuff.

Take the Bitter Bamboo, for instance, or Zhunti's true form, the Bodhi Tree—one of the ten Innate Spiritual Roots.

Not to mention the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, one of Buddhism's future treasures.

Li Hao was only after the Magic Treasures. He absolutely wasn't eyeing Golden Cicada.

Mm... He definitely wasn't thinking about cleaning him up, firing up the wok, and getting the oil hot.

And he definitely wasn't thinking about how good fried cicada would taste.

Absolutely not!

With his mind made up, Li Hao glanced at Jieyin and Zhunti.

In an instant, he slipped into character, covered his face with tears, and charged straight at the two of them.

With a loud crash, he slammed directly into Jieyin.

Good heavens!

That hit sent Jieyin flying a long way.

Zhunti stood frozen on the spot.

The surrounding great powers all backed off a fair distance, wincing and hissing through their teeth.

Not for any other reason—just watching that collision hurt.

Jieyin flew a long way before landing with a thud.

Then, like a rolling gourd, he tumbled an even longer distance.

Only then did he come to a stop.

When I say stop, I mean he really stopped.

If not for the faint breath still in him, others might have thought that one hit sent him straight back to his maker.

There was no denying it—Li Hao's strike was no joke.

Even Jieyin, with his broad build, big ears, and plump face, was knocked breathless for a short while.

At that moment, Jieyin's mind was clear, but his body was beyond his control.

How to put it? He felt pain from head to toe, not a single spot spared.

And it wasn't just pain—it was more numbness.

Like he couldn't feel his body anymore, as if it had left him.

Li Hao covered his face with his hand, sobbing and wailing.

Just... all thunder, no rain.

Zhunti stood stunned for a moment, then suddenly snapped out of it.

Holy crap!

My senior brother is still lying over there!

Zhunti turned and ran toward Jieyin.

Fast—far faster than his build suggested.

A nimble fat guy?

That about covered it.

But as fast as Zhunti was, Li Hao was faster.

With a whoosh, he was already in front of Jieyin.

Li Hao propped one hand under Jieyin's neck and grabbed his collar with the other.

He shook and rattled him back and forth.

"Daoist friend! Daoist friend! What's wrong with you?"

"Don't scare me! Wake up!"

Perhaps the force of the shaking was a bit too strong.

As Li Hao's words fell, a strange sound followed.

Rip!

Jieyin's already tattered, patch-covered Daoist robe instantly split apart.

The front lapels were torn clean off by Li Hao.

Beneath them, white, plump, soft, and tender skin was exposed.

There was no denying it—Jieyin was quite voluptuous.

The momentum from tearing the robe sent ripples of flesh cascading across Jieyin's body.

Li Hao, and even the great beings watching this scene, all wore expressions of utter awkwardness.

To be honest, was this a spectacle? It could count as one.

Watching flesh ripples pile up at Purple Cloud Palace?

Li Hao clutched the torn lapels, at a complete loss.

Throw them away?

Then how would he cover up all that flesh?

Keep them? They couldn't be sewn back on either.

Even if Li Hao wanted to find Jieyin some clothes, he was powerless.

With a build like that, whose clothes could possibly fit him?

For a moment, Li Hao had no idea what to do.

While he was at a loss, Jieyin couldn't take it anymore.

He could have just kept pretending to be unconscious, but now there was no way to keep that up.

His skin was exposed, for crying out loud! If he kept faking it, who knew what this guy in front of him might do next?

And honestly, this person—fine, you tore the clothes off.

But at least cover me up.

You won't throw them away, you won't cover me, so what's the point of just leaving my flesh hanging out like this?

"Um... could you at least cover me up first?"

Li Hao blinked, then answered instinctively: "Cover? Why cover? Who died?"

Jieyin was utterly speechless!

Cover up the clothes, and why cover?

What do you mean, why cover?

The hell does "who died" have to do with anything?

Do you think you're laying a funeral shroud over here or what?

"I mean me—cover me with the clothes, don't leave my skin exposed!"

Li Hao suddenly understood, glanced at the lapels, and awkwardly draped them over Jieyin.

He even smoothed them down, trying to make it look proper.

"Um... fellow Daoist! I... I didn't mean to."

"An accident... yeah! It was all the accident's fault!"

"No matter! No matter! Fellow Daoist, don't dwell on it!" Jieyin feigned magnanimity, his words polite and gracious.

But inside, he was cursing up a storm.

An accident?

I'll believe that when pigs fly!

Accident, my ass!

You really didn't mean to.

You did it on purpose, didn't you?

Me! Jieyin! I've hit rock-bottom bad luck!

No—even saying I've had eight generations of bad luck isn't enough to describe the misfortune of running into you.

Who the hell did I provoke?

How did I end up in a mess like this?

Thinking this, Jieyin couldn't help but let out a sigh.