Chapter 217 Shifting Responsibility (2)
With a bitter face, Zhunti cried to Hongjun, "It is not that we two intentionally blocked Sister Nuwa's way. We were simply following our master's orders. It was not our own intention."
Hongjun was so angry at the two that he almost lost control of his expression. "So your master's order is to have you fight each other in the Chaos? I remember my words were not to interfere, lest the prehistoric world be devastated." Using his words to shut him up?
"Guiding the secret passage is not good. Junior brother, aren't you just putting the blame on Master? That will only backfire."
“Master, please calm down. My junior brother is straightforward and doesn’t have any ulterior motives. He had no such intention.” Jieyin lowered his head and bowed deeply to Hongjun without hesitation, then stood up and bowed deeply to Nuwa.
"We two really didn't expect the consequences to be like this. We only pitied the suffering of all living beings and did not want the saint to come to this, so as to avoid causing great bloodshed. Please accept our condolences, Sister Nuwa. However, although we two are willing to save the world from fire and water, we are powerless. The West is already barren, how can we save the Heavenly Court?" Jieyin's words put Nuwa in a dilemma, not knowing whether to make a move or not.
She has been portrayed as the culprit who has no pity for the suffering of all living beings and who, despite her saintly status, intends to cause widespread destruction. This is utterly absurd.
Jieyin and Zhunti are speaking freely now, but they have truly underestimated the influence of the future human race. If they could have foreseen the future prosperity of the human race, they would definitely keep their mouths shut and swallow their insults.
Hongjun didn't care about the confrontation between the two and Nuwa. Although Jieyin and Zhunti's words were somewhat sophistry and an attempt to evade responsibility, they were right about one thing: the two were incompetent in maintaining the operation of the Heavenly Court. They had no people, no wealth, and their merits were indebted to the Heavenly Dao. What use were these two saints to him?
His gaze fell on the Three Pure Ones. "You three..." Hongjun pursed his lips. He saw one of them with drooping eyelids, as if he was going to sleep until the end of time.
A single glance...
Hongjun instinctively gripped his sleeve to block Yuanshi's view. "Yuanshi, what are you doing peeking into my sleeve like that? You rebellious disciple! We're discussing important matters, and you're so distracted. You'll never accomplish anything great."
One left...
“Master, I can’t do it,” Tongtian thought to himself as he saw Hongjun’s gaze fall on him. “I can barely afford to raise my disciples on Jin’ao Island. I was just about to send them to the prehistoric world to fend for themselves… Anyway, they won’t be cute when they’re grown up. I’d better let them struggle on their own.”
I can't hold on any longer, I really can't hold on any longer.
"Don't you have the treasure trove of the Queen Mother of the West?" As long as Tian Dao knows something, there's nothing Hongjun doesn't know. Let's see what else Tongtian can say.
"Back when the Immortal Palace was expanding, how much treasure could the Queen Mother of the West have in her treasury? Besides, I have many disciples, each with a primordial spiritual treasure. I still can't gather enough disciples. The great sect is currently relying entirely on my perfect disciple, who was trained by Chang Hao. You mustn't..."
Tongtian kept rambling on and on. Oh my god, this is such a trap! I really hope he doesn't fall into this trap.
Hongjun looked away; this person was unreliable.
"Then your disciple will do it." It wasn't meant for these people to do it themselves; it was definitely someone under their command. Tongtian himself suggested a candidate, which was excellent.
Tongtian was dumbfounded. It was all over; he had tricked Duobao.
"Master, Duobao is just a junior, what merit or ability does he have?" He couldn't suppress him, he couldn't suppress him at all. There are still many demons alive, how aggrieved they must feel.
"Lu Ya, I want Lu Ya..." Heaven was very dissatisfied. Hongjun couldn't just push someone up. "The son pays for the father's debts, it's only right and proper."
Hongjun was in a real predicament. Just then, he noticed his sleeve moving. He immediately pushed Chang Hao inside. He couldn't let him show his face now, or the six people in front of him would remember that Chang Hao was such a perfect person, and that would be terrible.
"The six of you should stay here and discuss this carefully. I will come back shortly with a result." Hongjun turned and left. Listen, he only wanted the result.
Just as Yuanshi was about to follow Hongjun, Laozi swiftly grabbed his wrist and transmitted his voice, saying, "Your Changhao will be fine, but we are in trouble now. The Three Pure Ones are one, so you can't leave."
"But I haven't seen Chang Hao yet, and I can't rest easy." Yuanshi's entire soul seemed to follow Hongjun, as he could feel Chang Hao in Hongjun's sleeve.
"You'd better be careful. If you let the Heavenly Court's affairs fall on your head now, who will take care of the seriously injured Chang Hao?" Laozi transmitted his voice, feeling desperate. He could only use Chang Hao to warn Yuanshi.
"Eldest brother, second brother, thankfully neither of us interfered in the affairs of the witches from beginning to end, otherwise, things would have been difficult." Tongtian sighed with concern, seeing the venomous look in Nuwa's eyes as she looked at Jieyin and Zhunti.
Lao Tzu sighed, "Who can say otherwise?"
Yuanshi recalled Changhao's strict order forbidding him from interfering in the affairs of the demon race. Changhao, do you know that the Heavenly Court will be a mess after the war?
Did Jieyin and Zhunti regret it? They regretted it deeply long ago. They had offended a whole series of people in one fell swoop, the most troublesome of whom was Chang Hao. They felt very wronged. If they had known that Chang Hao was Dijun's son, they would never have done this. Unfortunately, time cannot be turned back.
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Inside the inner palace, Hongjun presented the little golden crow and gently placed it on the cloud couch. With a flash of golden light, Chang Hao was seen slumped on the cloud couch.
"Does it still hurt?" Hongjun let Chang Hao lean against him. "Let me see. I told you not to use your spiritual power recklessly, but you just wouldn't listen."
"It hurts everywhere," Chang Hao said softly, his expression regaining its composure. He suppressed the unbearable, heart-wrenching pain deep within his heart; he was used to loss and had long since become numb.
Hongjun looked serious. Chang Hao's body was in a mess. Maybe we should let the Three Pure Ones act as furnaces to provide the source, but then we wouldn't be able to pass on the mess that was the Heavenly Court to them.
"What name do you want me to call you?" Hongjun carefully observed Chang Hao's expression.
"Just call me Chang Hao. My life as Chang Hao is much more exciting than when I was Lu Ya." It was incredibly exciting, with several major dramas unfolding every day.
Chang Hao was bored out of his mind. Calling out Lu Ya would remind him of Di Jun Xi He, reopening old wounds and causing him pain all over again.
I just feel a little sorry for the white snake whose name he stole.
"If you want to cry, just lie on me and cry, but don't be sad anymore after you've cried. I'll always be by your side." Hongjun hated himself for not having the silver tongue to coax Chang Hao into smiling through his tears.
The old, smug Chang Hao was much better; he always greeted people with a smile, and his presence was like a breath of fresh air.
Cry? Chang Hao couldn't cry anymore. He had overcome so many difficulties before, and now the situation was much better. As long as he was there, there was hope. However, he allowed himself to be weak for a moment.
“The most special are my parents, the closest relatives are by nature,” Chang Hao said, leaning against Hongjun in a daze. “I have lost the two people in the world who loved me the most, and I have lost my home once again.”
“I am your father god, and I am the one who loves you the most. Zixiao Palace is your home. If you are not close to your father god, who else can you be close to?” Hongjun did not know how to comfort him, but he was speaking from the heart.
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