I, the Great God Gungun, Will Surely Achieve Greatness

[No spanking this time? Has she turned over a new leaf?]

That voice reached Houtu's ears once again. She had been walking away, but at the sound, she stopped in her tracks, turned back, and narrowed her eyes at Gungun, who was still sprawled there. A dangerous smile suddenly appeared on her lovely face. "I almost forgot. You failed to carry out my instructions again. According to the rules, you need to be taught a lesson."

Gungun: "???"

At those words, Gungun immediately began blinking faster. It swung its thick arm, scooped the ancestor witch blood before it into its paw, then turned around, ready to ride the clouds and mist away. But...

"Whoosh!" Before it could summon a cloud, an invisible force acted on its body. It flew backward into a warm embrace, then was laid sideways across a pair of thighs, its backside subjected to ticklish slaps.

"That's for not taking my words to heart."

"Aah~"

"That's for doing nothing but sleeping."

"Aah~"

"That's for daring to smack my calf and tell me to go away."

"Aah~"

That day, Gungun, who had slept for three hundred years, suffered utterly inhuman abuse. Yet this was merely one unremarkable incident in the hundreds of thousands of years of bear life it had lived since transmigrating.

By the time the sky was growing dark, Houtu finally left. Gungun lay sprawled on the ground, its backside slapped red, a humanlike expression of helplessness covering its entire bear face.

Following Houtu had its benefits. It had never lacked spirit fruits of any kind. The Witch Race had no Primordial Spirits, and even the Ancestor Witches' Primordial Spirits were incomplete, so most of the magical treasures collected over all those years of war had ended up in its pockets.

In the future, even after the Witch Race faded out of the Primordial World, it would still have the Underworld as its foundation, rather than suffering a total defeat. Moving to the Underworld with Houtu-or rather, the future Pingxin-would be a pretty good place to end up, far better than throwing its lot in with other powers.

After all, following the war between the Witch and Demon Races, the Demon Race lost its Demon Emperor and Demon Sovereign, while Nuwa stayed out of its affairs, sitting high in the Wa Emperor Palace and watching the world with cold eyes. Such a Demon Race had no future, and such a Nuwa could not serve as a backer.

Grand Pure One Laozi, like Nuwa, had yet to attain sagehood at present. The Human Sect, and even the human race itself, had not yet been born. Besides, who knew how he chose his disciples? He only ever took in a handful, so the odds of being accepted were too low. As a slacker, Gungun ruled him out.

Jade Pure Origin Celestial Venerable was quite a good teacher who fiercely protected his own, but the problem was that Gungun was an Iron-Eating Beast. He probably would not accept it as a disciple. Even if its decent origins persuaded him to take it in, it would likely only become a disciple with nothing to its name, just like Yellow Dragon True Person. As a future national treasure, Gungun was unwilling.

Upper Pure Tongtian was far too pitiful, and he had no friends. Of the Primordial World's six sages, four ganged up on him while the remaining one stayed neutral. In the end, his great sect was gone, and even the Green Duckweed Sword, the magical treasure with which he had attained the Dao, was smashed to pieces. Wouldn't seeking his protection and becoming his disciple be courting death?

As for the Two Western Sages, to be fair, Gungun had considered becoming their disciple. After all, their lineage would flourish tremendously in the future. If it joined them, it might even become a Buddha Lord someday. But...

That future was simply a little too far off. Right now, both of them were broke as dirt and could not afford to feed a national treasure like it. So, after weighing everything up, Gungun had accepted Houtu's invitation back then and become her battle pet and mount.

Gungun had never regretted that decision, though there were still a few things it was not entirely happy with.

If only Houtu would stop forcing it to work hard and spanking it at the drop of a hat. For some reason, whenever Houtu spanked it, its backside always felt ticklish. It was terribly awkward.

Forget it. When Heaven is about to entrust a great task to someone, it must first torment their will and toil their sinews and bones. After all the humiliation that wicked woman has put me through over the years, I, the great god Gungun, will surely achieve greatness! Gungun shook its head at the thought, then opened its paw.

A bead of blood glimmered in its palm. This was an Ancestor Witch's pureblood. Although it could not compare to blood essence, refining it would still greatly benefit its physique. Moreover...

Gungun brought its nose close to the bead of blood and took a deep sniff. An expression of sheer pleasure immediately appeared on its face.

That fragrance! Sure enough, Houtu's blood smells completely different from the blood of that scruffy fellow called Youhui or whatever.

Blood like this is just what I, Gungun, love to drink!

"Smack~" The next moment, Gungun opened its mouth and popped it straight in, then swallowed it down with a movement of its throat.

Then, with a thud, it lay down on the ground, rubbing its big belly as it drifted into dreams.

Yes, the great god Gungun was sleepy again.

[Ding! The host has been detected going straight to sleep after consuming even a treasure such as Ancestral Witch pureblood, magnificently displaying the spirit of a slacker. Lazy Fish Points +2,000. Recommended Limited-Time Special Offer: Yin-Yang Grinding Bamboo. Purchase now for only 30,000 Lazy Fish Points.]

[Yin-Yang Grinding Bamboo: high-grade innate numinous treasure. Contains the power of yin and yang, capable of stirring the winds and clouds and grinding living beings into oblivion.]

"Haah~ What's that thing? Only high-grade? Forget it, it's not expensive. Buy it, buy it." Gungun had not blocked the system's voice recommending sale items. Hearing it while on the verge of sleep, it yawned, then rolled over and spoke with its backside pointing skyward. As soon as it finished, snores rang out. This time, it was truly asleep.

[Ding! Acknowledged. Deducting 30,000 Lazy Fish Points from the host. The high-grade innate numinous treasure Yin-Yang Grinding Bamboo has been delivered to the Portable Minor World created by the host. The host currently has 10,760,000 Lazy Fish Points remaining.] ```

"..." Already asleep, Gungun gave no response to the system's announcement. In the Portable Minor World it had created, however, black-and-white light suddenly flashed over a mountain of treasures. Then a stalk of bamboo, half white and half black, fell from the air, causing not the slightest ripple among the countless treasures.

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

As Houtu walked along the road back to Pangu Hall, the more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Why had she suddenly been able to hear what Gungun was thinking for no reason?

I wasn't using the Mind-Listening Technique.

Besides, Gungun had broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm a hundred thousand years ago and mastered the law of silence. Even she would find it difficult to eavesdrop on its thoughts without it noticing. So just what was going on?

Pondering this, Houtu stopped and stood there thinking for a while. In the end, she decided to retrace her steps and take another look at that fool.

But just as she turned around, the earth suddenly shook and the mountains trembled. A dragon's roar rang out, followed by a purple divine dragon a million zhang long soaring into the sky from the foot of Mount Buzhou. An enormous gash marked its body, and copious dragon blood sprayed from the wound.

Then a gigantic Kunpeng also flew into the sky, and the two fought fiercely in midair.

Watching them, Houtu knitted her delicate brows and thought, Ao Yue of the Dragon Race and... Nine Heavens Kunpeng?