Chapter 42: The battle ended, and the Xiantian Gourd Vine was secured
"No more fighting?"
The mighty beings of the Primordial World froze as they watched Daochen standing quietly in the air.
After a battle of this magnitude, they no longer knew whether to feel joy or sorrow!
Daochen was far too powerful.
Even after all this fighting, they were still nowhere near the limits of his strength.
If he wanted to keep fighting now, defeat would be the only fate awaiting the mighty beings present.
Every one of them knew that perfectly well.
"If you still refuse to leave, do you perhaps want me to send you on your way?"
Daochen swept his sharp gaze coldly over the mighty beings gathered before him.
"If you refuse to give up, we three brothers will gladly oblige you!"
Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi strode forward together, regarding the six mighty beings with imperious disdain.
Domineering!
Contemptuous!
They made no effort whatsoever to hide it!
They looked at Daochen, who remained completely uninjured, his aura steady and enduring.
Then they looked at the five Xiantian Spiritual Treasures hovering around him, each radiating terrifying power.
Jieyin, Zhunti, and the others exchanged glances, seeing profound wariness in one another's eyes.
"We have offended you today. Should you ever visit the Northern Desert, fellow Daoist, I will certainly line the road to welcome you."
A pale-faced, lanky mighty being who looked almost skeletal stepped forward with a bitter smile.
"I am King Pan. I shall take my leave."
As soon as he finished speaking, King Pan shot into the sky, becoming a streak of light that swiftly vanished into the distance without lingering.
Coming to Mount Buzhou to seize an opportunity had earned him nothing but a beating, and he had even offended someone like Daochen.
He would have to keep a lower profile whenever he returned to the central Primordial World.
Otherwise, Daochen might well set his sights on him.
Time to run, time to run!
Daochen paid no mind to King Pan's departure.
His gaze shifted, settling on the fellow disciples Jieyin and Zhunti.
"Please forgive us, fellow Daoist. My junior brother and I will leave at once."
Seeing the undisguised killing intent in Daochen's eyes, Jieyin felt a jolt of alarm. His body trembled involuntarily as he hurried to explain.
It was too terrifying.
Even together, the two of them could do little more than hold their own against Laozi for a short while.
Much less against Daochen, who had severely wounded Laozi with a single strike.
If they stayed any longer, they would likely be unable to escape a beating.
"Daoist brother, I have offended you greatly today. Should you ever ask anything of me, I, Zhunti, would not refuse even if it meant dying ten thousand deaths."
Zhunti hurriedly apologized as well, no longer daring to claim that the treasure was destined for him.
Then he and Jieyin shot into the sky, appearing tens of millions of li away in an instant.
Seeing Jieyin, Zhunti, and King Pan leave one after another, the remaining three mighty beings hurriedly offered their farewells, then turned and departed.
This was no place to linger!
If they stayed any longer, who knew whether Daochen would change his mind?
If they suffered another beating then, who could they cry to?
They had better make themselves scarce!
And so, what could be called the most formidable treasure-seizing alliance in the Primordial World at present crumbled utterly into dust.
"Fellow Daoists, I, Dijiang, admire what you three brothers have done today. Whenever you have time, please visit our Pangu Hall. I am sure everyone in the Witch Clan will welcome you."
Dijiang laughed heartily.
The next moment, he soared into the sky.
Now that the battle was over, it was time for them to return. The mess the Three Pure Ones had left behind still awaited their attention.
The other eleven Ancestral Witches regarded Daochen with friendly gazes and nodded slightly before following Dijiang away.
Through their battle with the Three Pure Ones, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had discovered the Witch Clan's fatal weakness: excessive arrogance and utter disregard for everyone else.
Were it not for that, the entire Witch Clan would never have suffered such devastating losses against the Three Pure Ones!
With the Three Pure Ones severely wounded by Daochen, their recovery would likely take an immense span of time. The Ancestral Witches could also settle down and carefully contemplate the mysteries of the laws inherited through their bloodlines.
Whatever happened, the feud between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones was far from settled.
Even the Demon Race now seemed a much smaller threat to the Twelve Ancestral Witches than the Three Pure Ones!
If Hongjun knew what the Twelve Ancestral Witches were thinking, who knew whether his nose would twist crooked with rage?
"Elder brother, don't stop me. I have something to discuss with fellow Daoist Daochen."
After the mighty beings departed, the Twelve Ancestral Witches left as well. Now, outside the canyon, only the siblings Fuxi and Nüwa and Daochen's three brothers remained.
"No, no, absolutely not."
Fuxi looked thoroughly unwilling, refusing to let Nüwa approach Daochen no matter what she said.
He truly feared that his younger sister's fiery temperament might offend Daochen. If that happened, they would be finished!
Hadn't even supreme mighty beings like the Three Pure Ones been beaten up? Who knew whether Daochen would beat the siblings too if he lost his temper?
Moreover, after this battle, Fuxi was more convinced than ever that he had to draw Daochen into the Demon Race's camp, whatever it took.
He alone could suppress so many mighty beings of the Primordial World. If someone like him led the Demon Race, what would they have to fear?
What Three Pure Ones?
What Twelve Ancestral Witches?
They were all trash!!
"Do you two need something?"
Daochen spoke coldly.
His tone made it clear that he was showing them the door.
"Fellow Daoist, I have a favor to ask. Might you agree to it?"
Under Daochen's stare, Nüwa was nervous to the extreme, but she could only steel herself and speak.
"No. You can leave."
Daochen spoke coldly.
Weren't you so haughty, Nüwa? Go on, keep being haughty.
Now you needed a favor from me?
Why should I, Daochen, agree?
Be your lapdog?
Impossible!
Not in this lifetime!
"You!!!"
Seeing Daochen reject her without even hearing her out, Nüwa stamped her foot in anger.
But she could not bring herself to give up just like that.
"Daoist brother, that Gourd Vine is destined for me. Could you perhaps..."
Nüwa bit her lip, her beautiful eyes fixed nervously on Daochen.
Ding! Nüwa seeks the Gourd Vine. Host, you have two choices.
Just as Nüwa finished speaking, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.
Option one: Grant Nüwa's wish and give her the Gourd Vine, forming a favorable bond. Reward: one Creation Jade Butterfly Fragment. Option two: Refuse Nüwa. Why should I give you something I obtained? Reward: Nine Revolutions Mystic Art!
It had to be said that both rewards offered by the system were extremely tempting.
Whether it was a fragment of the chaos spiritual treasure, the Jade Butterfly of Creation, or the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art, both were treasures of the highest order in all heaven and earth.
Legend had it that the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art was created by the Great Sage Pangu, and it was one of the finest body-refining methods in existence.
Upon reaching the ninth-turn realm, one could attain sagehood through the physical body!
This was also the greatest source of confidence behind the Twelve Ancestral Witches' disregard for Hongjun's lectures.
They cultivated their physical bodies in the first place and already possessed a method that led straight to physical sagehood. Why abandon what lay close at hand to seek something far away by cultivating the methods Hongjun taught?
For some reason, Nüwa kept feeling that the Xiantian Gourd Vine was vitally important to her. Otherwise, she would never have swallowed her pride and spoken to Daochen in an almost pleading tone.
Besides, in her heart, Nüwa felt that since she had humbled herself this much, Daochen ought to agree!
But she had never expected that Daochen's next words would leave her so ashamed she almost wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
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