Primordial Era: Before the Sermon Was Even Finished, the Ancestor Witches All Became Saints

Blissfully seated on a prayer mat and waiting for Hongjun to arrive, Jieyin discovered that his junior brother Zhunti was trembling incessantly, his face somewhat pale and ashen.

"Junior brother, what is wrong with you? Is something making you uncomfortable?"

Zhunti looked at Jieyin in utter bewilderment.

"What could be wrong? Why would senior brother say that?"

Jieyin stared at Zhunti for a long time. "No! Something is wrong with you! Are you really all right?"

Zhunti blinked and scratched his bald head.

"There really is nothing wrong!"

After saying that, he thought carefully for a moment and continued, "If you want to talk about a problem, I have a very bad feeling, yet I cannot tell where the wrongness lies."

You Better Not Talk Nonsense! I Know Nothing! I Saw Nothing!

What Zhunti said was vague and unclear, and what Jieyin heard was hazy and confused.

In the end, neither of them managed to figure out what was going on.

It worried them so much that they directly scratched their big bald heads.

Seated a couple of rows away, Yuanshi felt unhappy in his heart.

Can you two bastards stop rubbing yourselves?

Isn't this blinding enough already?

Do you still feel it is not bright enough?

Can you pay attention to the impact you are making?

In a public place, could you not consider other people's feelings?

Of course, Yuanshi only continuously grumbled in his heart and did not speak out, so as to avoid stirring up trouble.

It was not really that he was afraid of those two baldies.

This was ultimately a saint's Dao field, and if a dispute truly arose, it would inevitably create a bad perception and first impression on the saint.

Therefore, avoiding extra trouble was better than courting it.

He cursed inwardly.

Suddenly, Zhunti's body trembled, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth.

That fellow's face instantly turned as pale as gold paper, and his breath grew as faint as a gossamer thread.

Jieyin panicked all at once.

"Junior brother! Junior brother! What is wrong with you? Do not scare your elder brother!"

Yuanshi was dumbfounded as well!

Damn it!

I did indeed say that I wanted you to vomit blood and die, but I merely said it casually like that.

Could it be that miraculous?

Have I comprehended a new Divine Power?

"I hope that little thief gets sores, his feet ooze pus, his entire body rots, and he finds death impossible while wishing for life!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the moment Zhunti vomited blood and collapsed, Yuanshi immediately started cursing Li Hao.

Achoo!

Achoo!

In the Western Lands, Li Hao—who was blissfully watching the various Ancestor Witches transport heavenly treasures—inexplicably sneezed twice.

He rubbed his nose and thought with some confusion.

What is going on? Who is muttering about me?

That cannot be!

Upon coming to the Primordial Era, he was completely on his own.

All his relatives and whatnot were right here.

Did Ru Shou miss him?

That should not be.

Could it be Chiyou?

That would not be it either!

If they were not missing him, they were definitely cursing him.

Mm... It is definitely a curse!

Without needing to think, it was definitely that bastard Yuanshi, nobody else!

Aside from the Three Pure Ones, he had not conflicted with anyone else since coming over here.

Therefore, as long as someone was cursing him, it was bound to be Yuanshi's doing.

Fine!

Very well, Yuanshi!

Just wait, when I have time, see if I do not mess you up until you are finished.

At the same time.

Far away in the Zixiao Palace, Yuanshi shivered for no reason, a chill running straight up from the base of his tail to his crown.

He looked around to the left and right, as if trying to find the source of the chill.

Something is not right!

Very not right!

Why did he keep feeling like some vile commoner was trying to harm him?

Next to Yuanshi's neighbor.

Jieyin wailed mournfully, calling out to Zhunti.

It was a sight to make one grieve and a sound to make one weep upon hearing it.

Had his massive, bulky buttocks not consistently remained firmly planted on the prayer mat, the numerous mighty figures would almost have believed it.

Perhaps Jieyin's profound and heavy affection had moved the heavens and earth.

Or perhaps junior and senior brothers Jieyin and Zhunti shared a single mind.

A moment later.

The unconscious Zhunti slowly woke up. Although his complexion was still extremely pale, it was somewhat better than before.

Jieyin looked at Zhunti with worry.

"Junior brother, how are you? Are you feeling better? Quickly, sit right down."

As he spoke, he straightened his torso, revealing another prayer mat he had been sitting on and hiding underneath.

Zhunti wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Jieyin with gratitude.

"Thank you, senior brother, for your concern. I am already much better, and my chest no longer feels stuffy."

Jieyin nodded. "That is good. Sit down, sit down, and quickly rest a moment."

Zhunti stood on no ceremony, hastily sitting down while once again gratefully gazing toward his own senior brother.

This scene left the Three Thousand Guests of the Primordial Era speechless for a spell.

Good grief!

Should they say Zhunti was too foolish and naive? Or should they say Jieyin was skilled at managing his subordinates?

That was originally your own seat; was there any need to be so grateful?

Besides, this senior brother of yours seemed as close to you as the ocean, yet after you collapsed, he did not even budge an inch, did he?

When his junior brother collapsed, instead of immediately stepping forward to check on him, he protected his prayer mat at the very first moment.

Just like this?

And you still thank him?

You even seem to feel deep, boundless gratitude?

Zhunti naturally did not know what they were thinking; had he known, he would certainly have looked down upon them with disdain.

What do you idiots understand?

Things are simply like this in our Western Lands; when an opportunity presents itself, naturally one must first preserve the resources for both people.

Otherwise, wouldn't face and injuries be lost for nothing?

How could mere Eastern Land cultivators understand the profound affection between us senior and junior brothers?

Zhunti did not know what the crowd was thinking, so naturally he would not consider these things.

At this moment, he was pondering in his heart.

He had always possessed a robust physique; how could he have suddenly vomited blood and collapsed?

Moreover, that rather bad feeling in his heart seemed to linger like a shadow.

It appeared frequently, yet he could not articulate what kind of situation it truly was.

Where on earth had the problem occurred?

Of course, no one was destined to answer his question.

The West.