[Primordial World: I, an Iron-Eating Beast, Had My Thoughts Overheard by Houtu] []
When Chenxiang used the Eight-Nine Profound Art, the divine general guarding South Heaven Gate saw through his true form before he even entered. But when Chi You used the Eight-Nine Profound Art to take on Xiong Meng's appearance, Yinglong, who possessed neither fiery eyes nor the Heavenly Eye, failed to spot any flaws for the moment.
Thus, he mistook the Chi You before him for Xiong Meng!
"Achoo!" In the Southern Frontier, Xiong Meng was supervising the Bull Devil King and Princess Iron Fan as they reclaimed spirit fields for him and the Heavenly Court. For some reason, his nose suddenly tingled and itched, and he let out a heavy sneeze.
He raised a bear paw, conjured a handkerchief, and wiped away his snot, muttering, "Someone is slandering this Divine Lord behind my back. Who dares be so bold?"
"Whenever someone curses you, you call it slander. Plenty of mortals and immortals curse you. Does that really take much courage?" the Bull Devil King muttered as he plowed.
"Hm? Kui Ox, what kind of bull fart are you letting out? I, Xiong Meng, am a High God of the Heavenly Court and the Fortune God of the Primordial World, revered and beloved by all living beings. Since when have so many mortals and immortals cursed me?" Although the Bull Devil King had only muttered, how could his voice escape Xiong Meng's ears? Xiong Meng immediately raised his head, glared at him, and bellowed.
"As a Fortune God, all you do is enjoy incense offerings. You never bestow blessings on living beings. You eat without doing any work, so how could people not curse you?" Perhaps the Bull Devil King had never intended to keep Xiong Meng from