Primordial Era: Before the Dao Sermon Was Even Finished, the Ancestor Witches Had All Become Saints — Part 46

Go back? What kind of joke was that?

Going back was out of the question.

This was the perfect time to do business.

"We're not going back! We're going treasure hunting!"

Hearing Li Hao's words, the Ancestor Witches were momentarily unable to wrap their heads around it.

Zhu Rong had never been one to keep things bottled up. He was straightforward by nature.

"Treasure hunting? What treasure?"

"You know where there's treasure?"

Li Hao waved a hand.

"Is treasure that hard to find? Just take whatever catches your eye!"

Zhu Rong froze at that, then seemed to realize something and cried out.

"You mean breaking into other people's homes to steal their treasures?"

Li Hao frowned and replied with an unhappy look. "Hey? How can you call it stealing? That sounds awful!"

"We're taking them! Got it?"

Zhu Rong curled his lip and muttered, "What's the difference? You just changed the word. It's still stealing in essence!"

"What's so interesting about that? Might as well just rob them outright!"

Li Hao looked like he hated iron for not becoming steel. Patiently, he began to reason with him.

"Of course it can't be called stealing. We're upholding justice."

The moment those words came out, not only Zhu Rong but all the Ancestor Witches grew curious, wanting to hear what brilliant argument their Thirteenth Brother had to offer.

No matter how they looked at it, sneaking around and pilfering could never be linked to the word justice.

Seeing their curiosity, Li Hao stopped keeping them in suspense and began explaining.

"Brothers, look—how did the Primordial Era come to be? Father God sacrificed himself to create it, right?"

None of the Ancestor Witches objected, because that was indeed the truth. How could they deny it?

They could only nod in agreement.

"Father God perished after creating heaven and earth. Even after death, he could not rest in peace, transforming into all things in the Primordial Era. Correct?"

The Ancestor Witches continued nodding, though several of them clearly frowned.

It was not because they had thought of anything.

They simply felt that their Thirteenth Brother was being far too long-winded.

Wouldn't it be enough to get straight to the point and explain the issue simply?

Was there any need to break it apart and knead it into pieces like this?

It wasn't as if they were idiots.

Thinking that, those few glanced at the others beside them.

Their furrowed brows immediately smoothed out.

Mm... Thirteenth Brother was right! We were the ones who were wrong!

It was better to explain it this way. There really were idiots among them.

Li Hao's explanation continued.

"Look, Father God transformed into all things and gave birth to countless living beings, yet those treasures were forcibly claimed by others."

"And what about us, his biological descendants? We got nothing!"

"It's gotten to the point where we descendants can't even look upon an object and think of its owner, can't even cherish Father God's memory. Why is that?"

"Because we don't even have any of Father God's relics!"

"Is it wrong for us to take some back as keepsakes?"

"Can that be called stealing? Is filial piety wrong too?"

The Ancestor Witches wore a dazzling variety of expressions. Some suddenly saw the light, some were utterly astonished, and some were completely dumbfounded!

Yet they all shared the same thought!

They felt there was something off about what their Thirteenth Brother had said!

But they could not say exactly what was wrong!

If they thought about it carefully...

It actually seemed damn reasonable!

Seeing the changes in their expressions, Li Hao struck while the iron was hot. He decided to add more fuel to the fire to make this happen.

Covering his face with one hand, his voice carrying a faint sob as he choked out, "The reason I chose to act while the great powers had gone to listen to the Dao is that I have my own hardships."

"The living beings of the Primordial Era are, after all, those Father God wished to shelter and bless. They were all born through the grace Father God left behind."

"If we charge straight to their door, an argument is bound to break out. Our Witch Tribe has never had the best temper, and it would be all too easy for things to turn into a full-blown brawl."

"We came only for Father God's legacy. How could we kill the things that Father God, even in death, still wished to bestow blessings upon just because of this?"

The Ancestor Witches were immediately startled when they heard this!

Thirteenth Brother had truly suffered grievously.

He had actually considered things so deeply.

Of course, the Ancestor Witches were not fools. They would never truly believe that Li Hao had been wronged just because of a few choked-up words.

More importantly, they had no choice but to believe it.

Had they not seen Houtu already holding Thirteenth Brother in her tear-filled eyes?

That expression, those emotions—there was no way they could be fake.

It was precisely because of this that the Ancestor Witches completely believed that Li Hao had truly suffered countless grievances over this matter.

In truth, they had simply overthought it. Houtu would not actually try to judge whether Li Hao's tears were real or fake.

She judged only by emotions. From Li Hao's feelings, she sensed grievance and sadness, and her body instinctively made a protective move.

No one was allowed to bully her precious little brother!

Whoever dared to bully him, she would crush them to death!

Be Careful! Don't Let Little Brother Get Seduced Away by a Fox Demon

Truth or crooked logic, it did not matter. As long as it could be argued through, it counted as reason enough.

Dijiang looked at his brothers, then at Li Hao.

"Thirteenth Brother, say the word! Where are we going?"

Where? Did that even need asking?

Had they not heard it all back at Purple Cloud Palace?

Li Hao had already been somewhat interested in that place, and the other party had extended such a generous invitation.

They had even said without the slightest concern that he could take whatever he liked, and grab anything that caught his eye.

Why the hell would he stand on ceremony? Naturally, they would go there first.

Li Hao grinned.

"Of course, to the Western Lands!"

Dijiang nodded.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his spatial Divine Power.

In an instant, the entire group was transferred hundreds of millions of li away.

Moving so many people at once across such an enormous distance exacted no small toll.

Even someone as powerful as Dijiang looked somewhat pale, his breathing a little ragged.

After catching his breath, Dijiang shot the other Ancestor Witches a meaningful look.

Then, each of the Ancestor Witches displayed their own abilities.

Wind, thunder, lightning, earth, time—one Divine Power after another came into play.

Watching the Ancestor Witches take turns using their Divine Powers to travel, Li Hao felt somewhat depressed.

Unfair!

We're all Ancestor Witches, so why were you all born with Divine Powers?

Why didn't I get even a single damn hair?

This makes me feel like such trash!

Just as he was feeling dejected, he caught sight of something from the corner of his eye.

Li Hao turned his head and saw someone else who was equally despondent and disappointed.

It was none other than Zhu Rong, the Ancestor Witch of Fire.

It was not surprising that he felt this way.

After all, Zhu Rong had always been among the very top echelon of the Ancestor Witches.

Yet now he could only tag along, with strength to spare but nowhere to use it.

There was nothing to be done about it. In terms of attack power alone, Zhu Rong could be called one of the very best.

But when it came to support abilities...

Especially in the matter of traveling, it truly left much to be desired.

In fact, Zhu Rong was simply overthinking it. Among the Ancestor Witches, he was hardly the only one whose Divine Power could not be used for travel.