Achoo! Not long after Qin Fen returned, he suddenly sneezed. "Someone's talking about me!" Qin Fen was no ordinary person now—he was the Dao Ancestor, so he naturally had spiritual intuition!
He called his father and mother, telling them not to prepare any New Year goods, then Qin Fen began another busy day.
After bringing all kinds of ingredients back from the Earthly Immortal Realm, his phone kept ringing nonstop.
Though he had not looked closely, the notification pop-ups on his phone were obvious—they were all fucking WeChat messages.
"Lord Dao Ancestor, my lord, please reply! Something huge has happened!" Lord Lao hid in Tusita Palace, unable to calm his pounding heart. Whenever he thought of Hongjun being the mastermind, his scalp went numb.
"Dong—Dao Ancestor, are you there?" Tongtian was proud and had just been about to call him Dongwang Gong when he remembered that the man's status had changed, immediately correcting himself.
It was not just them. Nüwa, Primordial Lord, and Tathagata were all trying to contact him. Hongjun's demonic corruption was a grave matter. If mishandled, it could spiral completely out of control, several times worse than Chiyou's calamity.
"What's going on?" Qin Fen glanced at it. Damn, it's only been a few minutes, and there are already hundreds of messages! "It's going to freeze! Are you even going to let me celebrate the New Year?" Honor's phone was good. It lacked beauty filters, but its quality was solid. Still, no matter how good it was, it could not withstand so many messages—the memory usage was enormous!
With the holiday approaching, there were already countless relatives and friends to visit and entertain, and now the Heavenly Court had to stick its foot in as well. Qin Fen was on the verge of collapse; he could not even