Ren Water Peaches, Duke of the East's Misfortune

Seeing the shameless look on Tianlu's face, the corners of Hongjun's eyes twitched slightly. This Pixiu truly was the type to pluck a feather from every passing goose; he refused to suffer even the slightest loss.

He raised his hand and waved it once more.

In an instant, the entire rear hall was suffused with an incredibly dense essence of Xiantian Water. It transformed into a fine, misty rain as the phantom of a towering ancient tree, radiating endless vitality and the laws of water, slowly emerged within the hall.

The tree was lush and verdant, laden with crystal-clear, plump, and succulent immortal peaches. Every leaf shimmered with profound Daoist rhymes; it was none other than the Xiantian Ren Water Peach Tree, one of the ten supreme Xiantian Spiritual Roots of the Primordial World.

Hongjun looked at this spiritual root and sighed inwardly.

This was one of the few supreme spiritual roots in his possession, which he had intended to keep as a foundation to distribute to his disciples in the future. Now, however, he had no choice but to part with his wealth to avert disaster.

Hongjun spoke with an expressionless face.

"This is the Xiantian Ren Water Peach Tree, ranked among the top ten Xiantian Spiritual Roots."

"The transaction between us ends here. Leave Purple Heaven Palace at once."

Tianlu stared at the peach tree, his mouth practically watering. He didn't care in the slightest about Hongjun's expression, simply opening his blood-red maw and inhaling sharply.

Whoosh!

A gale swept through, and the incredibly precious Xiantian Ren Water Peach Tree, roots and leaves alike, was instantly sucked into the space within Tianlu's belly.

After swallowing it, Tianlu let out a satisfied burp. Catching the implication in Hongjun's words, he curled his lip and muttered.

"Stingy!"

"Just as stingy as that Heavenly Dao, always chasing people away at the drop of a hat."

"No wonder you're the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao; you're both cut from the same cloth of miserliness. If the beam is crooked, the rafters will be too."

While grumbling, Tianlu lazily sprawled out on his Cloud Treasure and drifted slowly toward the exit of Purple Heaven Palace.

Watching Tianlu's retreating back, Hongjun's Dao heart nearly faltered, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

What kind of ruffian and scoundrel was this!

He was the reincarnation of a dignified Immortal Dao Demon God, now the designated spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao and the first Saint of the Primordial World.

Who in this world didn't address him respectfully as "Saint Teacher" upon seeing him?

Yet this Pixiu had not only eaten and drank his fill in Purple Heaven Palace, but had also forcibly extorted a supreme Xiantian Spiritual Treasure and a supreme Xiantian Spiritual Root from his hands.

Such hooligan behavior was simply unheard of!

Hongjun took a deep breath to calm his agitated heart and flicked his wide sleeves, causing the heavy, bronze-colored doors of Purple Heaven Palace to slam shut.

Out of sight, out of mind; he didn't want to see this goose-plucking auspicious beast ever again.

Meanwhile, in the midst of the endless chaos, Tianlu was lazily sprawled on his mid-grade Xiantian-level Cloud Treasure, drifting slowly toward the Primordial World.

"That old loach might be stingy, but he certainly has plenty of good things in his possession."

Tianlu muttered to himself. He had originally planned to return directly to Penglai Immortal Island to enter seclusion and see if he could break through to the Golden Immortal of the Origin.

Suddenly, he seemed to recall something of vital importance.

"Wait!"

"The first sermon at Purple Heaven Palace has concluded; isn't this exactly when the various great powers of the Primordial World return to their dojos?"

"According to the trajectory of the Primordial World, the Xiantian Gourd Vine on Mount Buzhou seems to manifest during this very period!"

At the thought of this, Tianlu jumped up from his cloud, his drool nearly unstoppable.

That was a supreme Xiantian Spiritual Root!

The seven gourds it bore were all embryos of supreme Xiantian Spiritual Treasures.

Why return to the East Sea? Obviously, he had to go to Mount Buzhou to hunt for treasure!

With this in mind, Tianlu reversed his direction, transforming into a streak of light as he sped toward Mount Buzhou.

On the other side, in the Primordial World, Yang Hui was riding a propitious cloud, flying toward West Kunlun.

However, just as she entered the territory of West Kunlun, a brilliant, dazzling sword light of Pure Yang suddenly erupted from below, forcibly blocking her path.

As the sword light dissipated, the person who appeared was none other than Duke of the East, who had been formed from the first wisp of Pure Yang Qi.

At this moment, Duke of the East's eyes were filled with jealousy and rage.

In Purple Heaven Palace, he had witnessed with his own eyes the high and mighty Queen Mother of the West actually willing to lower herself to knead the shoulders and rub the back of that crude Pixiu.

How could he possibly endure this?

"Yang Hui!"

Duke of the East stepped forward, the aura of a mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal erupting as he questioned her from a position of superiority.

"You were formed from the Primordial Yin Qi; how noble is your status!"

"Why must you debase yourself so, serving that Pixiu who knows nothing of propriety?"

Yang Hui was forced to halt her cloud, her eyes flashing with surprise as she looked at Duke of the East, who had suddenly appeared to block her path with an air of haughty superiority.

Is this fellow brain-damaged?

What she chose to do—what business was it of his? Why was he so fixated on her?

Yang Hui's expression instantly returned to its cold, aloof state as she spoke indifferently.

"My affairs are none of your concern."

Hearing Yang Hui's icy tone, the anger in Duke of the East's heart was instantly ignited, his greed exposed without reservation.

"None of my concern?"

"You and I were both formed from the primordial Yin and Yang Qi; you are the Primordial Yin, and I am the Pure Yang!"

"The convergence of Yin and Yang is the decree of the Great Dao!"

"We are natural-born Dao companions; your affairs are, by nature, my own!"

As these words fell, the surrounding space instantly solidified.

The temperature around Yang Hui plummeted, and her Primordial Yin Qi surged violently, transforming into a sky full of frost.

Listening to such shameless, blasphemous words, Yang Hui was filled with fury, her killing intent boiling over.

"Presumptuous!"

"A mere wisp of Pure Yang Qi dares to covet this palace? You seek death!"

Without a shred of wasted breath, Yang Hui waved her slender hand, and the top-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure, the Kunlun Mirror, emerged.

Hum!

The Kunlun Mirror let out a crisp hum, its surface erupting with brilliant light. A dazzling beam containing the power of space-time destruction instantly tore through the void, blasting toward Duke of the East.

Duke of the East was struck with terror; he had never imagined that Yang Hui would forgo all pleasantries and move directly to kill.

"You've gone mad!"

Duke of the East roared, reaching out to draw his high-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure, the Pure Yang Sword, to defend himself.

However, the moment he frantically channeled the Daluo magic power within his body, a sudden change occurred.

Because he had harbored great malice toward Tianlu back at the Purple Heaven Palace, Tianlu's passive divine ability as a darling of the Great Dao was triggered in the dark.

Boom!

Duke of the East felt a sharp pain in his meridians; his Pure Yang magic power instantly lost its balance, rampaging wildly through his body.

Not only that, but a surge of Ignorance Karmic Fire rose abruptly from the depths of his heart, and inner demons descended without warning, instantly disrupting his Primordial Spirit.

"Ah!"

Duke of the East let out a miserable shriek. The Pure Yang Sword he had intended to manifest dropped from his grasp, and his entire body stiffened in mid-air for a split second.

In that flash of lightning, the space-time destructive beam from the Kunlun Mirror slammed viciously into his chest.

Bang!

With a thunderous crash, Duke of the East was struck by the blow and slammed heavily into the earth below, creating a bottomless crater.

Standing upon the clouds, Yang Hui looked down with cold eyes, not even glancing at the crater as she casually retrieved the Kunlun Mirror.

"A creature that doesn't know life from death."

With a cold snort, Yang Hui steered her auspicious cloud and flew toward West Kunlun without looking back.