Before the Dao Lectures Were Even Finished, the Ancestor Witches Had All Become Saints

Li Hao sighed when he heard this, frowning.

"Fellow Daoist, are you troubled over the matter of listening to the Dao?"

The moment Jieyin heard this, his mind sprang to life.

There was an opening here. His dignity was already gone anyway.

He could not get it back, so as long as he obtained what he sought, it would not be a loss.

Jieyin worked up his emotions and let out another sigh, just about to pour out his grievances.

Before he could even speak, the tears had only just gathered and had yet to fall.

Li Hao's voice came again, instantly shattering the mood he had so carefully built up.

"Do not worry, Fellow Daoist. I see that you two are fated with me, so I shall yield those two seats to you!"

Jieyin and Zhunti wore strange expressions.

There was shock, there was delight, but more than anything, they were dumbfounded.

The words "fated with me" sounded—

No matter how they turned them over in their minds, utterly strange.

They had never felt this way when they said it themselves.

Why did it sound so odd coming from someone else?

Still.

It was only strange, that was all.

At this moment, wild joy had already surged through their hearts.

They had originally intended to cast aside all dignity, rolling on the ground and making a scene, using every means at their disposal to obtain this thing.

Yet it had fallen into their hands without the slightest effort.

How could the two of them not be shocked? How could they not be overjoyed?

Jieyin: No Need to Say More—If You Like Something, Just Take It

After settling their emotions, Jieyin and Zhunti calmed down as well.

Immediately, they felt that this could not possibly be real.

Those seats were clearly no ordinary objects. How could their owner so easily give them up and yield them to others?

Was this person playing them for fools?

After all... it was not as if such things had never happened before.

People would speak beautifully, saying that any heavenly treasure or earthly jewel could simply be taken.

But when the time came to actually hand it over, they would deny it outright.

They might even burst into laughter and say they had merely been teasing.

"You did not take that seriously, did you? That would be far too amusing," and so on.

At that thought, Jieyin looked at Li Hao and asked tentatively, "Fellow Daoist, this item appears extraordinarily precious. Would it not be inappropriate for us to accept it?"

Li Hao froze, feeling utterly baffled!

This was not right!

Could it be that the Primordial Era novels were fake?

Had they not said that Jieyin and Zhunti were the sort who could never get enough of taking advantage, who suffered whenever they lost out...

No, that was not right! Were they not the sort who considered failing to gain an advantage a loss?

Then what was going on now?

Li Hao could not make head or tail of it.

Then, all at once, he noticed that something was off with Jieyin's expression, and that he was furtively glancing at him from time to time.

He understood immediately!

The schemes of the Primordial Era ran deep!

How was this bastard being modest?

Damn it, he was playing push-and-pull tactics with him!

This was playing hard to get.

Having figured that out, Li Hao put on a solemn expression and said righteously, "No matter. Fellow Daoists, please take the seats. You two are fated with me, and I also wish to befriend you both!"

When Jieyin heard this, half the weight in his heart lifted. Ignoring his physical discomfort, he struggled to his feet and pulled Li Hao toward the Cushions.

As they walked, he shot Zhunti a meaningful look.

Zhunti understood at once. Ignoring everything else, he pumped his short little legs and ran.

In an instant, he arrived before the cushion. Without a word, he plopped his butt down on it.

He even wriggled himself around, as if reinforcing his position.

In truth, no matter who came now, they would never be able to move Zhunti.

This fellow seemed to have taken root atop the cushion.

It rather carried the spirit of: while the cushion remained, he remained; if the cushion perished, he perished.

Not only did he sit down himself, he also reached out to guard the other cushion beside him.

Seeing this, Jieyin put on an exceedingly embarrassed look and turned to Li Hao.

"My apologies, fellow Daoist. We come from a small place, and my junior brother has seen little of the world. Please forgive any offense."

Li Hao waved his hand.

"No matter! No matter! I understand! I understand!"

That was what he said aloud, but inwardly, he rolled his eyes so hard they nearly flipped over.

Good heavens!

Who were you two brothers trying to fool?

Did you think everyone else was blind? They hadn't seen the two of you exchanging looks?

If this hadn't been instructed by you, Jieyin—

I'll write my surname Li backward!

Jieyin had gotten his wish and taken a cushion, his face overflowing with delight.

His eyes, which had already looked like mere slits when he smiled, were squeezed shut altogether.

Grasping Li Hao's hands, he launched into a torrent of tearful gratitude and profuse thanks.

Li Hao merely smiled and waved. "No matter. We're making friends, after all."

"If we head to the Western Lands someday, we'll have to rely on you two fellow Daoists to receive us, won't we?"

"When that time comes, don't pretend you don't know me."

Jieyin repeatedly waved his hands and shook his head, thumping his chest loud as thunder.

The uncovered white flesh on his chest rippled again in rolling waves of fat.

They were truly mighty waves.

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist, that will never happen!"

"No need for further words. When the time comes, take whatever catches your eye!"

"In the Western Lands, the words of us two brothers still carry considerable weight!"

Li Hao nodded. This was exactly what he had been waiting to hear.

Though the entire Primordial Era had been transformed from Pangu's body, as his descendants, the Witch Tribe could take whatever they pleased.

But there were natives in every region now, after all.

The Witch Tribe were civilized witches; there were no villains among them who would seize things by force.

They would never do something like taking without asking.

Now that the two people capable of calling the shots in the Western Lands had both made their promise, they could simply take whatever they fancied.

Naturally, there was no need to stand on ceremony.

They were good friends, after all. There was absolutely no need for politeness.

After chatting idly with Jieyin and Zhunti for a few more moments, Li Hao gave Dijiang a look.

Dijiang understood and stepped forward. "Thirteenth Brother, shouldn't we hurry and go? Otherwise, it'll be too late."

Li Hao frowned and turned back with an irritated expression.

That look on his face was practically screaming, "Can't you see I'm talking with my friends here? How can you be so oblivious?"

Looking at the anxious Dijiang, Li Hao asked impatiently, "First Brother, what is it? Why the rush?"

Dijiang was stunned by the question.

What kind of move was this?

Hadn't it been enough before to just say the line?

Was he adding scenes now?

Damn it!

How could that work? You have to follow the script!