Chapter 40 The Witch Clan Causes Trouble
Since the three thousand years had not yet arrived, Hongjun had no intention of starting the class ahead of schedule. He simply sat in the peach blossom grove he had cultivated in the backyard, drinking the 'fragrant tea' offered by Chang Hao, and listening to the myriad lives of the people in the main hall.
The people inside the hall were all arrogant and proud, considering themselves powerful and capable. The only thing they didn't know was how to be humble. It was perfectly normal for them to throw punches at the slightest disagreement. As long as they didn't destroy the Zixiao Palace, we would let them be.
Chang Hao concealed his aura, transformed into the boy he once was, and led Yao Chi slowly towards him, like a golden boy and jade girl.
Yaochi's eyes were filled with joy. She never expected that her casual remark would lead her senior brother to do such a transformation without any difficulty.
"Thank you, Senior Brother." After all, this was the Chang Hao that Yaochi knew best, so they were naturally very close.
Hongjun was stunned for a moment before finally asking, "What are you doing?"
"Yaochi was influenced by me and made a mistake in her transformation. This is my way of teaching her by example and guiding her to grow up slowly." This is a good method that Chang Hao thought of after much thought. He turned Yaochi back into a child and let her grow up again. In this process, he can also consolidate her foundation, expand her potential, and achieve limitless results.
"You're quite attentive." Hongjun remained noncommittal, but the fact that he had come to keep Chang Hao company pleased Chang Hao. After reflecting on the situation, Chang Hao felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.
Chang Hao replied, "Of course, it cannot compare to the Venerable One's leisurely pace." How could it be like this, only giving guidance and then leaving it to fend for itself? If he didn't take care of it, he couldn't imagine what kind of mess Yaochi would become.
Hongjun didn't understand the terror of children at all. On the contrary, Chang Hao's presence made Hongjun's confidence soar. "Call me teacher." Why isn't it Hongjun calling me "Hongjun" today?
He glanced at Yaochi and realized something: this was because he was afraid of corrupting Yaochi.
Chang Hao choked for a moment, "A teacher is one who imparts knowledge, teaches skills, and resolves doubts... Are you one?"
"Haven't I answered your questions?" Hongjun was already displeased, even his self-address had changed, "Can't you even be called a teacher?"
"I deserve it," Chang Hao stammered, unable to utter a word. He felt a pang of panic, afraid to reveal that he had stabbed Hongjun three times, lest Hongjun crush him instantly and he could watch helplessly as Hongjun treated him as a close confidant. What if Hongjun found out...
The main hall reflected in the water mirror showed the Twelve Ancestral Witches' eyes burning with hatred upon seeing their enemy. Chang Hao wisely changed his words, saying, "Teacher, please wait a moment. I will take Yaochi to maintain order. The time is approaching, so please come slowly."
Chang Hao was very pragmatic. To avoid angering Hongjun, he knew he had to work hard even if he wasn't sure he could become a saint. He decided that once he became a saint, he would apologize to Hongjun properly and let the matter drop.
Indeed, one must have a clear conscience. If one has a guilty conscience, one cannot be righteous, and how can one speak with confidence?
"You may go on your own. There's no need to bring Yaochi. Her cultivation is too low, and she might not be able to withstand the unrestrained pressure from everyone in the main hall," Hongjun said bluntly.
Chang Hao smiled but said firmly, "You are overthinking it. Yin and Yang are the essence of the Dao. Your Excellency's teachings and imparting of knowledge are all in accordance with the Dao, which is what is meant by 'the Dao follows nature'."
He brought Yaochi along not for fun, but for Yaochi's long-term benefit. Yaochi, who has only recently taken human form, will find it difficult to join the ranks of powerful beings in a short time.
But with Hongjun as their protector, when roaming the prehistoric world, they would always be mindful of the Buddha's feelings, and would not engage in pointless killings.
He couldn't possibly take Yaochi with him forever, and judging from Hongjun's attitude, he was determined to be a hands-off manager. He could only take some responsibility for now to save himself a lot of trouble later.
"What is the Dao?" Hongjun didn't believe Chang Hao's nonsense.
"Heaven is the Way, the Way is eternal, and one who follows it will never perish." Chang Hao said casually, holding Yao Chi's hand.
"The Dao is eternal..." Hongjun seemed to be thinking. That's right, the heavens have their end, but the Dao is eternal. If that's the case, then this exposition of the Dao cannot be done superficially.
Hongjun finally took this sermon seriously. The Heavenly Dao was bound to him for both glory and ruin, and naturally hoped that the preaching would go smoothly.
Meanwhile, Gonggong, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, recognized Tongtian as the one who had forcibly broken into Pangu Palace. This was no small matter.
"Die..." Gonggong's temper flared up, and he didn't care that this was the Zixiao Palace, the palace of the first saint in the world. He wanted to settle the cause and effect as soon as possible to quell the hatred in his heart.
"Gonggong, what are you doing?" Houtu was too late to stop him and could only watch helplessly as Tongtian of the Three Pure Ones drew his sword. Just as it was about to slice off half of Gonggong's fist, a cold snort rang out, and Gonggong's fist and Tongtian's sword were blocked by a transparent, bluish barrier.
With this buffer, Houtu finally stopped Gonggong. "Where is this? Can you see clearly?"
"He's the guy who broke into Pangu's Palace to steal spiritual treasures. Should we fight him or not?" Gonggong couldn't contain his anger and angrily flung his hand away.
"What?" Zhu Rong's face turned red. "I'll tolerate you my foot!" She turned around and was about to cause trouble for Tongtian, or in other words, for the Three Pure Ones.
"I respect you three as the true descendants of Pangu, and I have always treated you three as brothers. Why do you not respect Father Pangu, but instead steal his offerings?" Houtu, who was as kind as the earth and rarely got angry, was now filled with disappointment.
"Who are you as close as brothers? What kind of creature dares to claim to be the true descendant of Pangu?" Yuanshi glanced at Dijiang's human face and bird body, and Houtu's human form and snake tail. He could barely bear it, but then several hands appeared from behind, stinging his eyes. Their dignified appearance was hard to look at. He looked away and glared at Tongtian. Although his wicked brother was wild, he was still pleasing to the eye.
Dijiang's eyes were filled with murderous intent, utterly despicable. Yuanshi had shattered their honor of introducing themselves to the prehistoric world.
"Enough with the nonsense. Although we, the Witch Clan, do not cultivate the primordial spirit and have no use for spiritual treasures, that is not a reason for you to sneak in and steal. Give me back what you have, or I will show you the Dutian Formation today." Xuanming was covered in thorns, and although he was of the water attribute, he was no less temperamental.
"I merely entered the hall to pay homage to Father God Pangu. Lingbao automatically recognized me as its master; there was nothing I could do about it." Tongtian spread his hands, saying shamelessly, "In front of Father God, Lingbao automatically recognized me as its master; this is a gift from Father God." What's in his hands is his.
"This is a gift from the Father God." Yuanshi sat upright on the futon, stating the facts, but it was as if he was looking down on Dijiang and the others from a high place, which made him particularly hated. How could the hot-tempered Ancestral Witch bear it?
"Give you my head!" Zhu Rong roared, his body engulfed in flames. "Prepare to die!!!"
Gonggong, who had always been at odds with Zhurong, now cooperated with him perfectly. Who says water and fire are incompatible? At this moment, the fire in the water was extremely yin and fierce, carrying the burning anger of the spellcaster, and was determined to burn Yuanshi's primordial spirit.
To avoid Yuanshi showing any ill intent afterward, Tongtian, without hesitation, used his finger as a sword to cut the fire in the water in two before Yuanshi could make a move.
The fire in the water was originally like a dormant volcano, but now it was split in two. Although it was divided into two, it erupted instantly. The person in charge, Yuanshi, remained unmoved, but the fellow Daoists who were watching suffered. One by one, their robes or furs were damaged, and some even had their primordial spirits ignited.
In an instant, the curtains in the main hall burst into flames. Some tried to extinguish the fire, others cried for help, and the furious ones clenched their fists and pounded on the fire god Zhu Rong...
Just then, Dijiang used his supernatural powers, causing space to distort, as if he wanted to move Tongtian to an open area, making it easier for them to unleash their skills.
Laozi sighed. Tongtian was still not safe enough. He twitched his fingers slightly, intending to extinguish the fire first.
Just then, Chang Hao suddenly appeared with Yaochi. With a single move, he silently extinguished the fires of Zhurong and Gonggong. His silent pressure filled the hall, and those who were causing trouble were instantly immobilized.
Is this the majesty of a sage?
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