Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

"I have an objection."

These four words were spoken casually, without any magical amplification, but everyone present heard them clearly.

Lao Tzu's usually placid face twitched slightly. He knew who it was without even turning around. In the entire primordial world, aside from the lawless Lin Xuan, who dared to interrupt him, a sage, while he was preaching?

Kuafu, whose knees were sunk into the ground from the pressure, immediately perked up upon hearing the voice and shouted, "Thirteenth Ancestral Witch! You've finally arrived! This old man is bullying us! He won't let me teach the kids martial arts, and he even said we're practicing unorthodox methods!"

Lin Xuan descended from the clouds, and without even looking at Laozi, walked to Kuafu's side first.

He reached out and patted Kuafu on the shoulder, a gentle force of earth energy flowing through his palm, helping Kuafu to dispel the oppressive aura of a sage.

"Alright, how old are you? Stop complaining to others." Lin Xuan pulled Kuafu up and patted the dirt off his knees. "Go rest over there. This is none of your business."

Kuafu chuckled, picked up the big bone, and retreated behind him, not forgetting to make a face at Laozi.

After dealing with his own brothers, Lin Xuan turned around and looked at his father with a smile.

"Sage Taiqing, what a display of power!" Lin Xuan waved his folding fan, but his tone was utterly devoid of respect. "You came to my doorstep, beat up my brothers, and even tried to steal my people. What kind of 'Way of Non-Action' do you cultivate? I think it's the 'Way of Rogues'!"

Lao Tzu raised his eyelids and flicked his whisk lightly.

"Lin Xuan, this is the ancestral land of the human race, not your Wu clan's Pangu Palace. As the founder of a religion, it is Heaven's will for me to educate the human race. Your Wu clan only cultivates the physical body and does not understand the Heavenly Dao. Forcing the human race to practice witchcraft will only mislead their children."

Lao Tzu's words were very skillful; he directly used "fate" to pressure people.

The surrounding humans were somewhat bewildered. On one side was the witch uncle who led them running every day and helped them build houses, and on the other side was a high and mighty saint, radiating golden light. These newly born beings instinctively felt fear towards the saint.

Several timid children have already started to shrink back.

Lin Xuan saw all of this and sneered inwardly.

Trying to wage a propaganda war against me? This old man probably doesn't know he's from another time.

"Education?" Lin Xuan took a step forward, his aura no less imposing than Lao Tzu's. "Sage Taiqing, since you want to reason, let's have a proper discussion."

He pointed to the ground beneath his feet.

"Whose Nine Heavens Breath Soil was used to create this human race?"

Laozi remained silent. It was given to him by Lin Xuan.

"Whose Three Lights Divine Water was used to create this human race?"

Laozi remained silent. That too was given to him by Lin Xuan.

"Who gave this human race their first meal? Who taught them how to wear their first clothes? Who helped build their first house that didn't leak?"

Lin Xuan took a step forward with each question he asked.

"Nuwa created humans, and I was the one who handed them the clay. Nuwa is the Holy Mother, so I'm the Holy Father. To put it bluntly, I'm the biological father of these children!"

Lin Xuan stood in front of Laozi, their faces no more than three feet apart.

"You, a 'tutor' who came along halfway through, established a school, and collected some protection money, now want to drive away your own father and beat up your nanny?" Lin Xuan's smile vanished instantly, his voice turning icy cold. "Who gave you the nerve?"

The entire room fell silent.

Even the wind has stopped.

Kuafu, standing behind, gaped, not even noticing the bone in his hand fall to the ground. The Thirteen Ancestral Witches were too fierce! They were pointing their fingers at the sage and cursing him!

Lao Tzu's expression finally changed.

That face, which always wore a "I'm calm" expression, was now as black as the bottom of a pot.

"presumptuous!"

Laozi let out a low shout, and his holy power erupted. The world changed color; the once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and thunder rumbled.

"A saint cannot be insulted. Lin Xuan, although you have accumulated merit, you are not a saint after all. Today, I, this humble Taoist, will teach you a lesson on behalf of my junior sister Nuwa, you arrogant fool who doesn't know your place!"

As he spoke, Laozi was about to bring down the flat cane in his hand.

This seemingly ordinary turn contains the Dao of Yin and Yang; if it were to strike solidly, even a Quasi-Saint would suffer broken bones and torn tendons.

"Let's see who dares to touch him!"

Just then, a clear, cold female voice came from the heavens.

Immediately afterwards, a red embroidered ball flew through the air and landed directly on the flat cane.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Laozi took half a step back, and the embroidered ball bounced back, landing in the hands of a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in red.

Nuwa stood on a cloud, her phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent, staring intently at Laozi.

"Senior Brother, you hit my husband right in front of me? Do you think my red embroidered ball from the Nuwa Palace isn't painful enough?"

Laozi looked at Nuwa, then at Lin Xuan who looked completely confident, and felt incredibly frustrated.

This guy is really something, living off a woman!

"Junior sister, you..." Laozi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, "Are you going to follow his reckless actions too? The affairs of the human race are of utmost importance; how can we allow the witch clan to act so recklessly?"

"I don't think it's nonsense." Nuwa landed beside Lin Xuan, naturally taking his arm and adjusting his collar. "I think my husband has done a good job teaching him. But you, Senior Brother, you put on airs as soon as you arrived. What if you frighten the child?"

Lin Xuan seized the opportunity to add insult to injury: "Did you hear that? The child's mother has spoken. If you, as a contract teacher, don't do a good job, you'll be fired. Nobody's begging you to teach."

Lao Tzu tightened his grip on the cane and then loosened it, then tightened it again.

We can't fight. It's two against one, and the other one is a local bully; we can't afford to suffer this loss.

"Good, good, good," Lao Tzu said three times, his anger turning into a laugh. "Since you are so stubborn, then I will discuss with you the way of education today. Let the world see whether your Wu clan's brute force is more effective, or my Golden Elixir Dao is more effective!"