Primordial Era: Even Before the Sermon Finished, the Ancestor Witches All Achieved Sainthood Chapter 43

Someone actually beat them to the act, leaving Jieyin and Zhunti utterly dumbfounded.

The one acting was naturally Li Hao.

After seeing the two's appearances, Li Hao had a flash of inspiration.

Since these two fellows were bound to take the futons, he might as well cede them proactively to build some goodwill.

For no other reason than to go take a stroll through the Western Lands.

Although the ley lines of the Western Lands had completely collapsed due to the Devil Dao war and Luohu's self-detonation back then, the western region could be said to have been quite resource-scarce ever since.

However... after so many years of recuperation, it had recovered to some extent.

Most importantly, across the entire Western Lands, there were no other mighty figures besides Jieyin and Zhunti.

Mind you, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and that saying was not without reason.

No matter how poor the Western Lands were, there were still plenty of good things there.

Take the Bitter Bamboo, for instance, or Zhunti's true form, the Bodhi Tree, which was one of the Ten Great Innate Spiritual Roots.

There was even the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, one of the supreme treasures of the future Buddhism.

Li Hao's goal was solely magic treasures, and he definitely was not plotting against Golden Cicada.

Hmph... he definitely was not thinking about cleaning it thoroughly, setting up a wok, and heating up oil, or anything like that.

He also definitely was not thinking about how tasty deep-fried cicadas would be, or anything of the sort.

Definitely not!

Having made up his mind, Li Hao looked at Jieyin and Zhunti.

Instantly getting into character, he covered his face and wept, charging straight toward the two of them.

With a loud crash, he slammed directly into Jieyin.

Good grief!

This impact sent Jieyin flying a long way off.

Zhunti was frozen in place on the spot.

The surrounding mighty figures all retreated a good distance, baring their teeth and wincing.

For no other reason than that just watching this collision made it hurt.

Jieyin flew a long way, landing on the ground with a thud.

Then, rolling like a gourd on the ground, he continued to roll a considerable distance.

Only then did he finally come to a stop.

And by coming to a stop, it really meant he stopped moving.

If not for the faint breath of life still lingering, others might have even thought this impact had sent him straight back to his ancestral home.

I must say, Li Hao's blow was truly not weak.

Even Jieyin, broad-bodied, fat-headed, and big-eared, was knocked briefly out of breath.

At this moment, Jieyin's consciousness was clear, but his body refused to obey his control.

How should he put it? It felt as though from top to bottom, there wasn't a single spot on his entire body that didn't hurt.

And it wasn't just simple pain; it was mostly numbness.

He felt as though he could no longer sense his body, as if it had already detached itself from him.

Li Hao covered his face with his hands and wailed tearfully.

It was just... all thunder and no rain.

After being stunned for a moment, Zhunti snapped back to reality.

Oh, shoot!

My senior brother is still lying over there.

Zhunti turned and ran toward Jieyin.

His speed was very fast, far exceeding what his physique should have allowed.

A nimble fatty?

One could probably put it that way.

However, fast as Zhunti was, Li Hao was even faster.

With a whoosh, he rushed right in front of Jieyin.

Li Hao cupped the back of Jieyin's neck with one hand while grabbing his lapels with the other.

He shook and rattled him vigorously.

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

"Don't try to scare me! Wake up!"

Perhaps the shaking was a bit too forceful.

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

Rip!

Jieyin's already tattered Taoist robe, covered entirely in patches, instantly split apart.

The front lapel was torn right off by Li Hao.

It exposed the plump, tender, and fair skin underneath.

I must say, Jieyin was truly quite voluptuous.

The kinetic energy generated by the tearing of the robe directly stirred up layers of rippling flesh across Jieyin's body.

Li Hao, and even the mighty figures who witnessed this scene, wore extremely bizarre expressions.

To be honest, if one were to call this scene a wondrous spectacle? It could probably count as one.

Layers of rolling flesh on display inside the Zixiao Palace?

Clutching the torn-off lapel, Li Hao had no idea what to do with it.

Throw it away?

Then how was this mass of flesh supposed to be covered up?

Keep it? It couldn't even be mended anymore.

Even if Li Hao had the heart to find a piece of clothing for Jieyin, he was powerless to do so.

Given his physique, whose clothes could possibly fit him?

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

He was at a loss, but Jieyin couldn't take it anymore.

Normally, he could have just kept pretending to faint, but now he couldn't even fake it.

His flesh was all exposed, for crying out loud! If he kept pretending, who knew what else this fellow in front of him might do.

Besides, this guy was something else—tearing his clothes apart was one thing.

The least you could do was cover me back up.

Not throwing it away, yet refusing to cover him either—what on earth was the meaning of leaving his expanse of flesh out in the open like this?

"Um... can you cover me up first?"

Li Hao was startled and instinctively replied, "Cover? Why cover? Who died?"

Jieyin was utterly speechless!

Covering him with the clothes, and he was asking why?

What do you mean why!

What the heck do you mean who died?

Did you think you were throwing a white funeral shroud over me or something?

"I mean me! Cover me up with the clothes and stop letting my flesh show!"

Li Hao suddenly understood, glanced at the lapel, and awkwardly draped it back over Jieyin.

He even gave it a proper smoothing pat.

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

"An accident... Right! It was all caused by an accident!"

"It's fine! It's fine! Fellow Daoist need not take it to heart!" Jieyin feigned magnanimity, his words exceptionally polite on the surface.

In his heart, however, he had already cursed up a storm.

An accident?

I'll believe your ghost stories!

What kind of accident, my foot!

You certainly didn't mean to do it accidentally.

You did this on purpose, didn't you?

I! Jieyin! Must have had the absolute worst of luck!

No! Suffering eight lifetimes of bad luck wouldn't even be enough to describe the misfortune of running into a fellow like you.

Whose bad karma did I offend to end up in a mess like this?

Thinking of this, Jieyin could not help letting out a sigh.