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

Sitting contentedly on his cushion, waiting for Hongjun's arrival, Jieyin noticed that his junior brother Zhunti's body was trembling slightly, his face pale and ashen.

"Junior brother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhunti looked at Jieyin with a bewildered expression.

"Nothing's wrong. Why do you say that, senior brother?"

Jieyin stared at Zhunti for a long moment. "No, something's off with you. Are you sure nothing's the matter?"

Zhunti blinked and scratched his bald head.

"Really, nothing's wrong!"

After saying this, he thought for a moment and added, "If I had to say, I have a bad feeling about something, but I can't pinpoint what it is."

Chapter 34: Don't Talk Nonsense! I Know Nothing! I Saw Nothing!

Zhunti's words were unclear, and Jieyin was left confused.

In the end, neither of them figured out what was going on.

They were so anxious they kept scratching their bald heads.

Yuanshi, sitting two seats away, was annoyed.

Can you two stop rubbing your heads?

Isn't it already bright enough?

Are you trying to make it even shinier?

Can you be mindful of the surroundings?

In a public place, have some consideration for others' feelings?

Of course, Yuanshi only grumbled inwardly and didn't voice it, to avoid causing trouble.

It wasn't that he was afraid of those two baldies.

But this was a saint's dojo after all; if something stirred up, it might leave a bad impression on the saint.

So, better to avoid trouble than to invite it.

He cursed in his heart.

Suddenly, Zhunti's body jolted, and a mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.

His face turned the color of gold leaf, his breath as faint as a thread.

Jieyin panicked instantly.

"Junior brother! Junior brother! What's wrong? Don't scare me!"

Yuanshi was stunned too!

Holy crap!

I did say I wished you'd cough blood and die, but I was just saying it.

Is it really that effective?

Have I awakened a new Divine Power?

"I hope Little Thief gets boils, his feet fester, his whole body rots, and he can neither live nor die!"

Without a moment's hesitation, as soon as Zhunti spat blood and collapsed, Yuanshi immediately started cursing Li Hao.

Achoo!

Achoo!

In the Western Lands, Li Hao was watching the Ancestor Witches hauling heavenly treasures with delight when he suddenly sneezed twice.

He rubbed his nose and thought to himself, puzzled.

What's going on? Who's thinking of me?

No way!

Here in the Primordial Era, he was alone.

All his relatives were right here.

Was Ru Shou missing him?

That shouldn't be.

Or was it Chiyou?

Probably not!

If it wasn't missing, then it must be cursing.

Yeah... definitely cursing!

No need to think twice—it had to be that bastard Yuanshi!

Since arriving here, aside from the Three Pure Ones, he hadn't clashed with anyone else.

So, if anyone was cursing him, it had to be Yuanshi's doing.

Fine!

Good for you, Yuanshi!

Just wait—when I have time, see if I don't finish you off.

Meanwhile.

Far away in Purple Cloud Palace, Yuanshi shuddered for no reason, a chill climbing straight from the base of his spine to the crown of his head.

He looked left and right, as if trying to locate the source of the cold.

Something's wrong!

Very wrong!

Why does it feel like some villain wants to harm me?

Next to Yuanshi's neighbor.

Jieyin wept mournfully, calling out for Zhunti.

It was truly a sight to sadden the heart and a sound to bring tears to the eyes.

If not for his enormous fat rear never leaving the cushion, many of the great powers might have almost believed it.

Perhaps Jieyin's deep affection moved heaven and earth.

Perhaps the master-brothers Jieyin and Zhunti were connected in heart.

After a moment.

The unconscious Zhunti faintly woke, his face still deathly pale, but slightly better than before.

Jieyin looked at Zhunti with concern.

"Junior brother, how are you? Feeling better? Quickly, sit down."

With that, he straightened up, revealing another cushion hidden beneath him.

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

"Thank you for your concern, senior brother. I'm much better now—no more tightness in my chest."

Jieyin nodded. "Good, then sit, sit, and rest a while."

Zhunti didn't stand on ceremony, quickly sitting down while casting another grateful look at his senior brother.

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

Good heavens!

Should they call Zhunti too foolish and naive? Or say Jieyin had mastered the art of handling people?

That was originally your seat—do you need to be this grateful?

Besides, your senior brother seems to share a deep bond with you, but after you fell, he didn't even budge an inch, did he?

When his own junior brother collapsed, not only did he not rush to check on him, he guarded the cushion first.

And this?

You're still grateful to him?

Almost worshipfully so?

Zhunti naturally didn't know their thoughts, and if he did, he would surely dismiss them with contempt.

What the hell do you know?

That's just how we do things in the Western Lands—when an opportunity presents itself, we secure both our resources first.

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

You mere Eastern Land cultivators, how could you understand the deep bond between us master-brothers?

Since Zhunti didn't know what others were thinking, he naturally didn't dwell on it.

At that moment, he was pondering to himself.

He had always been robust—why had he suddenly coughed blood and collapsed?

And that nagging bad feeling seemed to shadow him.

It appeared often, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Where exactly was the problem?

Of course, no one was destined to answer that question for him.

The Western Lands.