Invited, But No Time; Primordial Golden Dipper

At this moment.

The words of Di Jun and Taiyi caused Yang Hui, who was sharing the Cloud Treasure with Tianlu, to furrow her brows, a surge of intense dissatisfaction rising in her heart.

In their words, Di Jun and Taiyi only addressed the three fellow Daoists, clearly ignoring her, Yang Hui, entirely!

She was the dignified Master of West Kunlun, a top-tier divine being formed from the first wisp of Primordial Yin Qi, and a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

In the eyes of these two Golden Crow brothers, was she only fit to be considered a subordinate of this shameless Pixiu?

Did she not even possess the qualifications to sit at the same table and scheme for the grand trend of the world with them?

Yang Hui gritted her teeth in secret; had a wisp of her soul not been held firmly in Tianlu's grasp, she would have lashed out long ago.

Faced with the entreaties of Di Jun and Taiyi, Tianlu did not even lift his eyelids.

He let out a yawn, lazily flicked his golden tail, and spoke without a hint of courtesy.

"Two fellow Daoists, I have no time."

This blunt refusal left the smiling Di Jun slightly stunned and caused Taiyi's expression to darken instantly.

Tianlu couldn't be bothered to care what these two Golden Crows were thinking; he turned his gaze toward Nuwa and Fuxi beside him and asked.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, Fellow Daoist Fuxi, what are your intentions? Will you go join the fun with them, or return to your Daoist temple?"

Nuwa and Fuxi exchanged a glance, their expressions tinged with hesitation.

The siblings were gentle by nature and had always been kind to others. After all, Di Jun and Taiyi were renowned powerhouses in the Primordial World, and since they had lowered their posture so significantly, the siblings found it difficult to directly rebuff them.

Fuxi smiled with gentle refinement and bowed to Tianlu.

"Brother Tianlu, please go ahead. Do not worry about us; it is no trouble for us to exchange a few words with fellow Daoists Di Jun and Taiyi."

Nuwa also nodded slightly.

Seeing that the siblings were willing to stay and socialize, Tianlu naturally said nothing more.

"Fine then, you two chat. I have a big deal to attend to."

With that, Tianlu shifted his thoughts, maneuvering the mid-grade innate spiritual treasure Cloud Treasure beneath him to carry himself and Yang Hui directly toward another side hall of the Purple Heaven Palace.

Watching Tianlu turn and leave without a shred of mercy, a flash of anger crossed Taiyi's eyes, and he was about to lash out.

However, Di Jun was always magnanimous. Sensing Taiyi's fury, he immediately sent a secret voice transmission to stop his brother.

"Second Brother, do not be impatient. This Tianlu is a beast of good fortune with formidable strength; there is no need to rush."

"Furthermore, with fellow Daoists Nuwa and Fuxi here, as long as we befriend them, it may not be impossible to win over Brother Tianlu through their help."

Upon hearing this, Taiyi's anger dissipated.

After pacifying Taiyi, Di Jun gestured for Nuwa and Fuxi to lead the way.

Subsequently, Di Jun, Taiyi, and the others joined Nuwa and Fuxi, flying toward the Primordial World while discussing the trends of the Primordial realm.

Meanwhile.

Tianlu steered the cloud, leisurely arriving at the front hall of the Purple Heaven Palace.

This was not the grand hall where Hongjun had just lectured; it was exceptionally serene and quiet, with faint chaotic air currents permeating the surroundings.

Upon arriving, Tianlu seemed to remember something. He stopped the cloud, turned his head to look at Yang Hui, who was still sulking, and spoke indifferently.

"Get off."

Yang Hui froze, her expression full of astonishment; for a moment, she did not react.

Tianlu continued impatiently.

"You may return to the Primordial World now. You don't need to follow me anymore."

Hearing this, Yang Hui's eyes widened instantly, and a surge of wild joy erupted in her heart.

There was such a good thing?!

Staying by the side of this greedy, overbearing, and shameless Pixiu, she felt as if every day was a year.

The things she had to do were a severe detriment to her supreme dignity as the Master of West Kunlun.

Yet, she had been completely helpless, as her life and a wisp of her soul were held firmly by Tianlu.

Now that she heard Tianlu voluntarily letting her go, she dared not hesitate for even a second.

"Then I shall return to West Kunlun first!"

Afraid that Tianlu might change his mind, Yang Hui did not even offer a polite parting phrase; she transformed into a streak of light and sped off toward the Primordial World without looking back.

Watching Yang Hui's fleeing back, Tianlu grinned, not bothering to pay her any more mind.

Just then, two jade-carved figures walked quickly out of the hall; they were Haotian and Yaochi.

The two bowed respectfully to Tianlu, and Haotian spoke.

"Brother Tianlu, Master has been waiting for you in the back hall for quite some time."

Tianlu nodded in satisfaction, thinking that the old man Hongjun was sensible enough not to renege on his debt.

"Lead the way."

Tianlu lay sprawled across the Cloud Treasure, giving orders in a languid tone.

Guided by Haotian and Yaochi, Tianlu's cloud passed through layers of restrictions, arriving at the rear hall of the Purple Heaven Palace a moment later.

The moment he entered the rear hall, Tianlu began to shout at the top of his lungs.

"Sage Hongjun! Where are you? Where is the stuff you promised me? Hurry up and bring it out; I'm a busy Pixiu!"

Hongjun was sitting cross-legged in the center of the rear hall, and when he heard Tianlu's rude clamor, the corners of his mouth twitched in helplessness.

Looking at this shimmering, gold-glittering Pixiu with eyes full of greed, a deep sense of resignation rose in his heart.

As the spokesperson appointed by the Heavenly Dao and the Ancestor of the Immortal Dao, who else would dare to be so presumptuous in front of him?

Yet this Pixiu was a darling of the Great Dao, and even the Heavenly Dao could do nothing about him, so what could he himself do?

"Cease your clamor."

Hongjun spoke immediately, causing Tianlu to turn his gaze toward him the moment he heard the voice.

Seeing this, Hongjun did not waste words and flicked his large sleeve.

A brilliant golden light flew out from his sleeve, hovering in mid-air.

It was a gilded magic treasure with a peculiar shape—a square dipper, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with four edges. Its entire body radiated the terrifying pressure of a top-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure.

Tianlu didn't care about the details; the moment he saw treasure, he opened his blood-red maw wide.

Whoosh!

The top-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure didn't even have a chance to resist before it was swallowed whole by Tianlu into his internal space.

After swallowing it, Tianlu smacked his lips as if savoring the taste, then asked casually.

"Old man, what kind of spiritual treasure did you just give me?"

Watching this display, Hongjun felt nothing but helplessness in his heart.

What kind of bizarre Pixiu was this!

He didn't even check the background of the spiritual treasure before swallowing it?

Was he not afraid of indigestion?

Hongjun took a deep breath, suppressed the gloom in his heart, and explained calmly.

"This is the top-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure, the Primordial Golden Dipper."

"It contains the mysteries of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation and can contain all things in heaven and earth. It can shave away the Three Flowers atop one's head and seal the Five Qi within one's chest; its power is truly infinite."

Upon hearing this, Tianlu's eyes lit up instantly.

So it was this treasure!

This was the famous magic treasure of the Three Xiao Goddesses of the Jie Sect during the later Investiture of the Gods era, which had once shone brilliantly in the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, shaving away the Three Flowers of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and earning a fearsome reputation.

He hadn't expected this lethal weapon to fall into his own hands now.

Tianlu nodded in satisfaction, then stretched out a claw and held it out with righteous confidence.

"I've accepted the spiritual treasure, but what about the spiritual root?"

"We had an agreement: a top-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure and a top-grade Xiantian Spiritual Root, not one less."