Chapter 139 The Three Corpse Gods Go Berserk
Chang Hao was unaware that this matter had been pushed down layer by layer by Laozi and Tongtian, eventually ending up in Duobao's hands. Even if he knew, it was uncertain whether he could peacefully go into seclusion.
Yuan Shi hesitated for a moment, glanced at Chang Hao, and then decisively pretended not to know.
Just as Tongtian said, if anyone dares to act recklessly in Kunlun Mountain, even if he sends the White Crane Boy to intervene, the Ancestral Witches can only swallow their anger and dare not cause any trouble.
With his strength at Chang Hao's level, the tedious seclusion was no longer useful. After routinely digesting the Star Pill, he took out the cultivation method that Yuan Shi had once written and carefully studied it.
"At that time, I had not yet become a saint, and some of my ideas were slightly oversighted. Please allow me to make some revisions." Yuanshi thought for a moment, took the jade slip from Chang Hao's hand, and made a few changes.
This technique, which Yuanshi named the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique, flows more smoothly throughout.
Chang Hao reached out to drag the jade slip in front of him, but Yuanshi directly stopped Chang Hao's restless hand, saying, "You and I are both formed from pure energy, so this technique is not suitable for us. I have specially written one for you and me."
Chang Hao withdrew his hand. If he didn't want it, he didn't. Anyway, he had already memorized it. This Eight-Nine Arcane Art wasn't really suitable for the Golden Crow. He could write his own version based on the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
It has to be said that secretly having an affair with Xiao Shi right under Yuan Shi's nose was extremely exciting.
Yuanshi placed the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts on a special shelf for storing cultivation techniques. These were the foundation of the Chan Sect's later establishment, and Yuanshi and Chang Hao had spent countless efforts on this.
“Take a look at this,” Yuanshi said, taking out the cultivation method he had rewritten after much thought. “Let’s discuss it together. No one knows us better than ourselves.”
Chang Hao nodded in agreement, saying that even Hongjun couldn't possibly understand the intricacies of their cultivation techniques.
"Since we are all satisfied with this technique, what are you waiting for?" Yuanshi's eyes were full of urging.
“Okay, I’ll try practicing. We can discuss it further if there’s anything wrong.” Chang Hao sat down cross-legged decisively.
He possesses a tailor-made cultivation technique, countless rare and precious materials, unparalleled comprehension, perseverance and insights honed through countless reincarnations, an unyielding will, and a constant supply of spiritual energy from a sage he trusts completely...
Chang Hao's cultivation is progressing very smoothly, and his physical ascension to sainthood is just around the corner.
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Just as Chang Hao was in seclusion, detached from worldly affairs, Di Jiang and Hou Tu personally went to Kunlun Mountain.
The two captured Ancestral Witches are of great importance. If they are not careful, the losses to the Witch Clan will be incalculable. They will not even be able to set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. This is the Witch Clan's trump card, and Dijiang cannot afford to be careless.
Just after Dijiang and Houtu entered Kunlun Mountain, Nuwa, through Fuxi, had already made a plan with the demon race. When Dijiang and Houtu were unable to return quickly to provide reinforcements, they immediately launched a fierce attack on the witch race.
Emperor Jun personally set up the Hunyuan Heluo Formation in the largest settlement of the Wu tribe at Buzhou Mountain. The ancestral witches and great witches were instantly placed in the mountains and oceans, unable to stand on solid ground. This was unbearable for the Wu tribe, who depended on the earth for survival.
Having finally adapted to drifting on the vast ocean, they were then faced with ever-changing landscapes: the birth and death of birds, beasts, insects, fish, and the rise and fall of the sea and the land. Many great shamans lost their way in these changes, and in an instant, it was as if billions of years had passed, before they turned into dust and returned to the world...
Nuwa, watching this scene from her palace, chuckled softly. "You ancestral witches tried to destroy my foundation. If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll think I, a saint of the demon race, am a dead man."
Anyone who dares to harm the human race shall die!
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While drinking bitter tea on Kunlun Mountain, Dijiang Houtu felt restless and agitated. However, Kunlun Mountain was the sacred site of the Three Pure Ones, and Dijiang Houtu was completely unaware of the witch tribe's plea for help.
The two rows of white crane attendants looked down at their noses and seemed oblivious to everything else, knowing nothing when asked.
Duobao arrived late, adopting an air of nobility, a posture that even he himself found utterly repulsive, let alone the restless Dijiang and Houtu below him.
"Duobao is late, I hope the two Ancestral Witches will not be offended." He said "please not be offended" but his attitude was arrogant.
"Greetings, Senior Brother..." The White Crane Boys greeted each other with utmost respect, their voices ringing out in unison without a single discordant note.
"Excuse me..." Duobao smiled bitterly to himself. If they didn't take the initiative from the start, how could he, a junior, possibly deal with the two Ancestral Witches and maintain the supreme status of the Three Pure Ones?
"Who are you?" Houtu suppressed her anger and spoke calmly.
"The eldest disciple is the first disciple of the sage; the ancestral witches must not act rashly," the previously mute White Crane Boy rebuked sternly.
"White Crane... you must not be rude," Duobao said calmly.
The white crane fell silent, like a cicada in winter, and took a step back, daring not to speak again.
Dijiang and Houtu felt a chill run down their spines; this pomp and circumstance did not seem to be well-intentioned.
"Houtu has come here to discuss the matter of Xuanming and Gonggong with Kunlun. I wonder if Daoist Duobao can make the decision?" Houtu's face was ashen. These Three Pure Ones have shown no respect whatsoever to the Wu Clan.
“Of course,” Duobao said matter-of-factly, “the Ancestral Witch offended the Sage, and although he may be spared the death penalty, he cannot escape punishment.”
“I don’t know,” Dijiang gritted his teeth, “I don’t know what Kunlun Mountain will ask for in exchange for the release of the Xuanming Ancestral Witch and the Gonggong Ancestral Witch?”
"The sage hopes that the witch clan and the human clan will live in harmony and not harm each other in the slightest." Duobao stated his intentions directly.
Dijiang was furious, but he had no choice but to swallow his anger and utter a "good" as if he were forcing it out.
"Offer all the innate spiritual treasures of the Pangu Palace as a redemption for the status of the Xuanming Ancestral Witch and the Gonggong Ancestral Witch," Duobao demanded outright. "You can also refuse to give them, in which case Xuanming and Gonggong will remain forever in the Creation Cauldron of Kunlun Mountain."
Duobao placed the Creation Cauldron on the table. Even knowing that Xuanming and Gonggong were inside, and even knowing that Duobao was just a Great Luo Golden Immortal, Dijiang and Houtu dared not act rashly, much less seize the cauldron and leave. This was the confidence they had with the backing of a sage.
“You…” Dijiang slammed his hand on the table and stood up. Although those innate spiritual treasures were useless to their ancestral witches, they now had Prince Changqin and many new witches with primordial spirits, which they could use in the future.
Houtu held Dijiang down tightly. "We agree. Please allow us to return to the Wu tribe. We will present the sacred treasure that the sage desires later."
Dijiang stood up angrily, "Let's go."
Houtu was heartbroken, but the situation was beyond their control. They had no choice but to swallow their anger and resentment, and had no confidence to challenge the three sages.
Their Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation could barely withstand the thunderous wrath of a saint, and they had no chance of winning and didn't know how long they could last.
"Wait a minute..." Duobao called out to them slowly, picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. It was still bitter, not as good as the tea from Jinzhu and the others. He wondered why his senior uncle and the mountain lord liked this tea.
"What else is there?" Even Houtu, who had always appeared extremely rational, couldn't help but raise her voice.
"Ancestral Witch Dijiang, you haven't yet sworn an oath to the heavens on behalf of the Witch Clan, promising never to harm the human race and to live in harmony with them," Duobao reminded Ancestral Witch Dijiang. If Dijiang didn't swear an oath, his mission was incomplete.
Dijiang took a deep breath, paused for a few moments, gritted his teeth, and made a vow to the heavens.
“Very well, please go ahead, Ancestral Witches. I will not see you off any further,” Duobao said, unmoved. “White Crane, see the guests off for me.”
The white crane, who was seeing off the guests, had a bitter expression on its face, but it carried out Duobao's instructions with meticulous care: "Ancestral witches, this way please."
"Good, very good, what a saint of the Three Pure Ones, what a saint's chief disciple..." Dijiang was so angry that his three corpses jumped up and down. After leaving Kunlun, he smashed a mountain peak by the roadside. If he hadn't wisely brought Houtu with him this time, who knows what the outcome would have been.
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