"Good!"
"Dao Ancestor Grandpa, were you eavesdropping just now? How did you get here so promptly?"
"Don't spout nonsense! I wasn't! I wasn't eavesdropping!" Hong Jun said urgently, turning to look at the innocent-faced Liu Mang.
You little bastard, everyone here saw it and kept quiet. You think you're the only one with sharp eyes who noticed, huh?
Seeing the suspicious looks on everyone's faces, Hong Jun coughed twice and said,
"Cough, cough. I merely remembered something I had yet to explain and came over to remind you. I just happened to arrive in time!"
After Hong Jun finished speaking, the scene fell into a long silence.
Just as he wondered why no one was asking questions, he turned his head and found everyone staring at him without blinking, as though asking, What did you remember? Go on, say it.
What were those expressions? Didn't they know he was just making up an excuse? Couldn't they give him a way out?
Hong Jun's eyes darted around for a long while, but he could not find an excuse. As his gaze wandered, he happened to spot Jieyin and Zhunti, glowing brilliantly nearby.
"Decided. It'll be you two!"
"You're so bright you've nearly blinded me! You two can bear this karma!"
With that thought, Hong Jun narrowed his eyes and looked at Jieyin and Zhunti.
"You two, listen carefully! The West is destined for great prosperity, but that day will not come in this calamity. Do not take this opportunity to wreak havoc in Hong Huang. If I discover that the two of you harbor impure intentions, hmph! Don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
After Hong Jun spoke, everyone present looked at Jieyin and Zhunti with unfriendly expressions.
If the occasion had not been inappropriate, the two of them might have had to leave something behind just to get away.
Jieyin and Zhunti were utterly bewildered.
What? What had the two of them done? They had done nothing! The key was that they had not even thought about it! How had they suddenly become people taking the chance to wreak havoc?
Who had they offended? Why were they being scolded out of nowhere?
"I've been wronged—" Jieyin's wail had barely begun when he noticed Hong Jun glaring at him murderously. Frightened, Jieyin hurriedly changed his words.
"I am willing to heed the Dao Ancestor's instructions and keep them in my heart at all times!"
Only after hearing Jieyin's solemn vow did Hong Jun's expression improve slightly. "Hmph. I haven't even cried injustice, yet you dare howl like that. At least you reacted quickly, or I'd have sent you beyond the Thirty-three Heavens to listen to the Dao!"
Frightened into a cold sweat by Hong Jun's gaze, Jieyin saw Hong Jun's satisfied expression and could not help letting out a long breath inwardly. Good thing I reacted quickly, or I'd have been finished here.
Looking at Zhunti, who was still standing dumbfounded beside him, Jieyin could not help feeling deeply moved. A slow mind has its advantages too. Junior Brother, you nearly lost your senior brother!
Jieyin tugged at the dazed Zhunti, and only then did Zhunti come to his senses. He repeatedly told Hong Jun that he would respectfully heed his teachings.
Afterward, Jieyin dragged Zhunti around to smile apologetically at everyone present. Only after making several assurances and seeing their expressions ease somewhat did he finally relax.
Jieyin and Zhunti looked at each other and both saw the inexpressible grievance in the other's eyes. Sorrow welled up in their hearts. If there had not been so many people present, and if the Dao Ancestor had not been right there, the two of them would have wanted to embrace and cry their hearts out.
Hong Jun looked at the two of them with satisfaction and nodded, preparing to leave.
If he stayed any longer, Liu Mang might catch another weakness of his at any moment. Then it would be difficult to find someone else to take the blame.
He, Hong Jun, the dignified spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, had nearly lost all his face.
Zhu Rong watched with a complicated expression as Hong Jun's face gradually faded away.
"Fourth Brother..." Xuan Ming said softly, her face full of concern as she supported Zhu Rong's arm.
Zhu Rong smiled faintly at Xuan Ming, signaling that she need not worry. He then looked at Di Jiang and said, "Big Brother, let's go. I wonder whether those little brats in the tribe have taken advantage of my absence to burn down my house again."
Among the tribes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Zhu Rong's tribe shared his style of doing things, so it caused the most trouble.
If they were not fighting members of other tribes today, then they were fighting among themselves tomorrow and burning down their own homes. There was never a moment of peace.
Di Jiang nodded after hearing this. He cupped his hands toward Nu Wa and impatiently wanted to lead the Ancestral Wus away.
Zhu Rong's tribe was closest to his own, and his tribe was always the first to suffer whenever something happened.
Now that Zhu Rong had mentioned it, Di Jiang could not help worrying as well.
He did not care if Zhu Rong's tribesmen burned their own houses, but if they burned his house, his heart would ache terribly.
For a moment, Di Jiang quickened his pace.
Nu Wa's eyes lit up as she watched the Ancestral Wus preparing to leave, and an idea arose in her heart. She glanced at Liu Mang, who was idling beside her.
Mm, sure enough, he had edged even closer to her. There was no need to think about it—after arguing with Hong Jun, he had quietly shuffled over while everyone was distracted.
When it came to courting trouble, you were serious. When it came to fearing death, you were just as serious.
Nu Wa looked at Liu Mang and thought, I cannot interfere in Hong Huang, but some people can! And if this fellow is sent out, his power should be even greater, right?
"Hou Tu, wait!"
At Nu Wa's words, the face in the sky that had been dissipating seemed to waver before becoming solid again.
Hou Tu had been following behind Di Jiang with a sorrowful expression. Hong Jun's appearance had stopped Nu Wa from going to the Wu Clan, which truly displeased her, but there was nothing she could do.
Even Nu Wa, a Saint, had backed down. Her strength ranked near the bottom among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so what could she do?
Hearing Nu Wa call out to her, Hou Tu turned around in confusion and looked at Nu Wa with a questioning expression.
Nu Wa looked at Hou Tu and slowly spoke.
"The Human Race has only just been born and possesses no strength whatsoever. It will certainly struggle to survive in Hong Huang and may even perish entirely."
Hearing Nu Wa's words, Hou Tu could not help nodding.
Indeed, although the Human Race numbered one yuanhui, they were not numerous among the myriad races of Hong Huang.
Even though three thousand humans possessed Innate Dao Bodies, they had no cultivation. Wanting to protect themselves in the fiercely competitive Hong Huang was undoubtedly a fool's dream.
Although Hou Tu understood, she still did not know what Nu Wa intended to do.
Nu Wa glanced at Hong Jun before continuing, "I originally wished to personally care for the Human Race, but the Dao Ancestor said that Saints may not enter Hong Huang, leaving me willing but powerless."
"I wish to imitate the Wu Clan and divide the Human Race into several tribes, sending some humans to the Wu Clan for it to care for on their behalf."
Nu Wa smiled and asked Hou Tu, "What do you think, Sister Hou Tu?"
"Willing! Of course we're willing!"
Before Hou Tu could speak, Di Jiang took over. Nu Wa's action might not be as good as personally coming to the Wu Clan, but it was not far off.
With this portion of the Human Race in the Wu Clan, the relationship between the Wu Clan and the Human Race would become even closer.
"Thank you, Sister Nu Wa. If there is a chance, you must come visit the Wu Clan so this younger sister can fulfill her duties as a host."
"There will be a chance!"
The two smiled at each other, understanding everything without words.
After speaking, Nu Wa turned to Fu Xi and asked,
"Elder Brother, now that I have attained sainthood, I will be leaving Hong Huang. Will you come with me, or do you have other plans?"
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