Chapter 208 The Storm Is Brewing
He raised an eyebrow and looked at Luo Hou suspiciously for a few moments, then suddenly became furious, "You're deliberately trying to make a fool of me."
Luo Hou crossed his legs, looking rather nonchalant. "Hey, you can't just throw mud at people. I only asked you to send a few wisps of demonic energy. I really didn't expect you to be so brave after me. Not bad, not bad. You didn't disgrace us innate demon gods. You're much better than that golden light."
At least, Yang Mei's actions achieved the effect he expected. Luo Hou sighed, "They are innate demon gods, and their destructive power is very strong wherever they go."
Even though Yangmei is usually timid and fearful, she is decisive and efficient when she takes action. She is very useful, truly very useful.
For a moment, Luo Hou was still somewhat reluctant. Unfortunately, compared to the uncontrollable Yang Mei, the demons created from Yang Mei's body in the future were more to Luo Hou's liking. He glanced at the demonic energy between Yang Mei's eyebrows without leaving a trace. It was time to take Yang Mei back.
“You’re saying it’s not Di Jun? But he clearly has purple aura on him,” Yang Mei said, still doubtful. “Alright, you made a vow, and I’ve kept it. Now you should tell me who that person is.”
Luo Hou looked down on Yang Mei's ignorance, "You really are... ignorant. The purple aura on Di Jun's body is called the aura of an emperor. Without this purple aura, Di Jun would not be worthy of being the Heavenly Emperor."
Okay, Luo Hou admits that Yang Mei's poor judgment is largely due to his demonic energy; he's very familiar with the Primordial Purple Qi.
Yang Mei's face turned pale and then red, and he couldn't speak for a long time. "There is such a thing? How can it look so much like the Primordial Purple Qi?"
Yang Mei also admitted that he didn't really trust the two-faced Luo Hou, which was why he was so sure of his own judgment.
"For the sake of being fellow innate demon gods, don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your blunder. I should at least save face for innate demon gods." Luo Hou said with a look of sympathy.
"Enough nonsense, where is that person?" Yang Mei was furious. Who could he blame? It was all his own fault for being so clever.
Thinking of the waves he had stirred up in the primordial world, he raised his eyebrows and twitched. Once the primordial Heavenly Dao recovered, it would definitely not let go of this innate demon god who stirred up trouble right under its nose.
And then there's Hongjun. Thinking of Hongjun's methods, Yang Mei felt a chill run down his spine. All he did was stab Hongjun in the back. He didn't want his primordial spirit to be extracted, scattered, reassembled, and then scattered again... until he became a primordial demon god with no memories and could be manipulated at will, even his demon god body became Hongjun's magic weapon.
“Alright, come closer, I’ll tell you…” Rahu said solemnly.
Yang Mei leaned closer, and Luo Hou whispered in Yang Mei's ear, "...Yes, you should go to the only path to the Underworld...you'll definitely catch him..."
Jin Guang, you'd better step up and take down Yang Mei, otherwise, I'll be in a real bind.
Of course, if you are killed by Yang Mei, when the Heavenly Dao is paralyzed and I get out, I will also kill Yang Mei as a way of avenging you.
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When Chang Hao returned to the Primordial World from Chaos, he learned that Houtu no longer covered the witches. What a coincidence!
"Houtu's feat is admirable and unbelievable." Chang Hao never expected that it was Houtu who had reincarnated. The Wu Clan had such a selfless ancestral witch, which was truly impressive, especially at this critical juncture.
Chang Hao didn't believe that Houtu would disregard the life and death of the Wu tribe and be completely impartial. His paranoia of "there are always treacherous people trying to harm me" resurfaced, as if someone was specifically watching him, waiting for him to leave the prehistoric world so that they could do this to him.
"Chang Hao, what are you thinking about?" Tongtian nudged Chang Hao's shoulder. "Although Houtu has become a half-saint, somewhere between the peak of quasi-saint and saint, she is eternally suppressed in the Netherworld, which has no impact on the situation in the prehistoric world."
Tongtian Chong blinked at Chang Hao, which wouldn't affect the demon race. It was a good thing for your good brother, Donghuang Taiyi.
Is this a good thing? The Demon Court would probably think so too, and decide to take advantage of his illness to kill him, but Chang Hao was afraid that joy would turn into sorrow.
Yuanshi frowned slightly and warned in a low voice, "Tongtian...image!" At the same time, he subtly separated the two of them. Tongtian and Changhao's relationship was getting a little too close, and they had to be isolated.
“Chang Hao, why worry so much?” Yuanshi couldn’t help but comfort Chang Hao. “It’s just a matter of calming down. Being eternally imprisoned in the Netherworld won’t cause any trouble. You can see clearly where the destiny lies.”
Chang Hao forced a smile, already claiming he wasn't Houtu Pingxin. Could he really not escape the Netherworld?
Chang Hao planned to go to the Netherworld himself; he wouldn't feel at ease unless he did.
Upon arriving at Lishan, they saw people eagerly waiting at the mountain gate. Who else could it be but Duobao and Yaochi?
"Greetings, Master; greetings, Second Martial Uncle; greetings, Mountain Lord." Duobao bowed respectfully.
"Qi, Duobao is not in Kunlun, what important business does he have in Lishan?" Tongtian glanced at Chang Hao guiltily, afraid that Chang Hao would take Duobao back.
"Two Western sages have come to visit. My eldest master has sent me to invite my master, my eldest master, and the mountain lord to Kunlun." Duobao relayed Laozi's instructions and gave Chang Hao a subtle look.
"Is there anything else about me?" Chang Hao raised an eyebrow. "Brother, you're really blurring the lines between us."
“Of course, elder brother knows where my heart lies,” Yuan Shi said with a faint smile. “We are inseparable.” He quietly took Chang Hao’s small hand, but unfortunately, they were under the watchful eyes of everyone, otherwise…
“Second Brother, what you said is so true,” Tongtian said with a sudden inspiration. “Chang Hao, why should we distinguish between you and me? What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is yours.”
Second Brother is the smartest. He can eat, use, and spend Chang Hao's things without distinguishing between them. Another day, he can pick out some disciples he likes and bring them to Lishan to make them known. Chang Hao will never have the heart to see his poor nephews looking so poor.
Chang Hao withdrew his hand and pushed away Yuan Shi, who was whispering close to him, with a hint of annoyance. What kind of look was that from Yuan Shi?
"Tongtian, what are you thinking? Even brothers need to keep clear accounts." Chang Hao knew without a doubt that Tongtian was scheming. "Your older brother is calling you home, so hurry up and go."
Even a fool could imagine that Lao Tzu's call for them to return to Kunlun was secondary; the most important thing was to sense the impending storm and close the mountain gate tightly.
Once he entered Kunlun, it would be difficult to get out. He had important matters to attend to, and he couldn't go to Kunlun.
“Let’s go back together. It’s been so long since you’ve set foot in Kunlun.” Yuan Shi knew that unless it was something serious, his elder brother would not have sent his disciple to invite him. Since he had come to invite him, he couldn’t refuse to go back. However, he did not want to be separated from Chang Hao.
"You know why I don't set foot in Kunlun." Chang Hao didn't tolerate Yuan Shi. This person was always taking advantage of others and would become arrogant if given a little kindness.
Duobao looked up at Chang Hao, his expression full of unspoken words.
"Duobao, what do you want to say?" Chang Hao did not miss Duobao's expressive eyes.
Duobao immediately lowered his head and said meekly, "Grand Master, please make sure you return with us, and bring all the disciples back to the mountain and close the mountain gate tightly."
However, Duobao felt that he might not be able to complete this task. He glanced around and wondered how many more junior brothers he had gained.
Well, it's alright. It's just a bird and a turtle, so small, they can't cause any trouble.
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