Chapter 141 Oh no!
“Your Majesty…” Crown Prince Changqin quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"You've come at the perfect time," Houtu almost burst into tears. "Good child, show your uncles where the Zhen position is." That's wonderful. She had completely forgotten the special nature of the Changqin. It was perfect for guiding them to break the formation, and Houyi and the others wouldn't have to sacrifice themselves.
Prince Changqin held a fifty-stringed zither, each string corresponding to a law of heaven. In the outside world, it was very difficult to pluck the strings, but in the world within the formation, the sound of the zither was more than enough to guide his uncles, whose minds were full of sand and stones.
As Prince Changqin plucked the strings, the great rivers and streams in the formation continued their ceaseless flow. In the blink of an eye, mountains, insects, and fish appeared as if swimming backwards, which was the direction Prince Changqin was pointing out.
"Attack..." Houtu shouted coldly, and the nine ancestral witches in the formation worked together to strike the spot indicated by Prince Changqin with their strongest attacks. The space within the Hunyuan Heluo Formation was distorted for a moment.
Di Jun hurriedly increased his efforts to control the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array. He had been too overconfident this time, and he would never allow so many Ancestral Witches to be included at once next time.
Outside the formation, Dijiang stood ready. "Gonggong, keep a close eye on things. Houtu will give you another warning later. As soon as you see the strange phenomenon, immediately target it and attack. Do you understand?"
"Understood," Gonggong clenched his fist, his eyes gleaming as he stared intently at the formation.
Houtu frowned as she saw that the formation had stabilized again. She turned her head and looked at Prince Changqin with some unease. "Good child, can you pluck the strings one more time?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, please rest assured." Crown Prince Changqin pretended to be relaxed. Whether the Wu Clan could survive this calamity depended entirely on whether Your Majesty and the others could break through the formation.
Prince Changqin closed his eyes and quietly sensed the changes in the formation. With a slight movement of his fingertips, the strings vibrated silently, and the vibration position reversed once again.
"Prince Changqin?" Di Jun narrowed his eyes. This child was extraordinary. He was still young but already not to be underestimated. No, he had to go back and supervise his son's cultivation. How could his little prince be inferior to Prince Changqin?
Once the attacks of the Ancestral Witches converged in one place, Di Jun knew that the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Formation was bound to be broken. If the Ancestral Witches violently broke his formation, he would inevitably suffer a backlash from the formation.
Therefore, just as the Ancestral Witch's attack was about to land on the Zhen position, Di Jun cunningly withdrew the formation, transformed into his original form, and soared into the air.
The enormous wings that blotted out the sky created hurricanes, and Prince Changqin, caught off guard, was swept away and staggered.
"No……"
"Changqin..."
Prince Changqin's pupils contracted sharply. Before him was the relentless attack of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who were about to fall into the Zhen position, and he was currently in the Zhen position!
"Houtu girl..."
Crown Prince Changqin didn't realize that the Empress had thrown him away until she had taken his place. He trembled and asked, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"
"Di Jun, you shameless bastard! How could you be so ruthless to a mere brat?" Seeing that Hou Tu was out of danger, Di Jiang confronted the culprit directly.
Di Jun was confused. "Di Jiang, what are you saying? Do you expect me to just stand here and let you break the formation?"
"You..." Di Jiang was at a loss for words, not knowing how to accuse Di Jun. Di Jun withdrew the formation, transformed into his original form, and flew away from the encirclement of the twelve Ancestral Witches, seemingly without any problem.
Di Jun isn't stupid; how could he possibly allow himself to be surrounded by the Twelve Ancestral Witches?
"What's wrong with me?" Di Jun asked innocently.
"A dignified Demon Emperor dares to lay a hand on a mere child like Crown Prince Changqin? Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the great powers of the primordial world?" Houtu was not easily fooled. "If it weren't for your interference, Demon Emperor, how could Changqin have been blasted into the Zhen position and nearly died?"
"Heaven above is the witness, I have done nothing. It is your witch clan that did not take good care of your own children, so who can you blame?"
Di Jun felt wronged. He did have ill intentions towards Crown Prince Changqin, but his bottom line was not that low. How could a dignified demon emperor condescend to lay a hand on a cub?
Houtu was half-believing and half-doubting. If Dijun's hurricane wasn't intentional, then something was wrong. Changqin's luck was so bad.
"I have always been bold and responsible. This time, you attacked the Wu Clan because you Wu Clan disrespected the Sage Nuwa first. This time, I will give you a small punishment as a warning. Next time, you should think twice before you act. The human race has the protection of the demon race. It is not your Wu Clan's place to reach out."
Emperor Jun waved his wide sleeves in annoyance, "Don't spread rumors out of thin air and ruin my reputation. If there is a next time, I will not let you off."
Di Jun led the demon race back to the Demon Court with satisfaction, leaving the witch race with countless deaths and injuries, and it took many years for them to recover.
The Wu tribe temporarily lay low, but their hatred for the demon tribe grew stronger day by day. Small frictions occurred constantly, and major conflicts piled up, eventually becoming more and more intense, to the point of no return.
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The Kunlun Mountains are peaceful and serene, far removed from the primordial chaos of power struggles, land grabbing, and treasure hunting.
Yuan Shi entered the quiet room, his usual excitement replaced by trepidation. Today was the day he was to take that miraculous Yuan-replenishing pill, but Chang Hao was too clever by nature, and it would be very difficult to hide it from him.
Chang Hao was not seen meditating in the quiet room. Yuan Shi walked around the partition screen and saw Chang Hao hunched over his desk, writing something.
Chang Hao focused intently on writing the method for achieving sainthood through the physical body of the Golden Crow. Although he knew that Yuanshi had arrived, he did not spare any attention for it.
Yuanshi stood behind Chang Hao and glanced down, his lips pursed. What a wonderful method for the Golden Crow to become a saint! Chang Hao has really gone to great lengths, but it's a pity it's not for him.
Just as he was about to make a move, he remembered the matter of the Replenishing Yuan Pill and forcibly stopped himself, sitting as usual on Chang Hao's right, shoulder to shoulder, no more than a palm's width apart.
While Chang Hao was completely focused, Yuan Shi suddenly stuffed the Yuan-replenishing pill into Chang Hao's mouth and covered his mouth to prevent him from spitting it out.
The elixir dissolved into Chang Hao's primordial spirit the moment it entered his mouth, and the primordial spirit devoured the heavenly feast with great hunger, giving Chang Hao no chance to react, just like a long-awaited rain after a drought.
A sage, a sage whom Chang Hao trusted immensely, and who was close enough to Chang Hao that even if this sage suddenly gave Chang Hao a pill, or even suddenly stabbed him with a sword, Chang Hao wouldn't have time to defend himself.
"This pill..." Chang Hao realized that this pill was not the 'Yuan Replenishing Pill' he usually took. Just as he was about to ask a question, Yuan Shi felt uneasy. Remembering that Chang Hao had said that offense is the best defense, he directly confronted Chang Hao, trying to change the subject.
He pulled the Golden Crow's Ascension Method from the document and questioned, "What is this? Shouldn't you explain it to me?" Yuanshi's face was full of pent-up anger, but it was mostly a lie.
“I created this cultivation method for you out of my heart. I’m not that magnanimous. I can’t possibly let you take this Golden Crow Sainthood Method from the Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques and give it to Taiyi.” Yuanshi pretended to destroy the Golden Crow Sainthood Method.
"Go ahead and ruin it. It's fine. If I can write it once, I can write it a second time." Chang Hao sat calmly in his seat, not moving an inch.
With his primordial spirit churning and turmoil, how could Chang Hao, who wasn't dead, not notice such a commotion?
Yuan Shi couldn't continue his performance; his opponent wasn't cooperating, making him appear to have completely lost his composure.
"Calm down now?" Chang Hao asked knowingly. "Can you talk properly now?"
"Unfortunately, I don't want to talk about it now," Chang Hao turned and walked towards his meditation area. "We'll talk about everything after I go into seclusion."
Chang Hao felt he was in deep trouble. Yuan Shi's elixir had replenished his primordial spirit, so how could Xiao Shi possibly return? Where could he even squeeze in? There wasn't even room for Xiao Shi to stand.
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