Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

Chapter 51 Nuwa: Teacher, did you slap Hongjun?

Now, all the blood food obtained from the Wu tribe in this one-elemental cycle will be used for research.

Once they have stolen the Wu Clan's ability to raise blood food, the Demon Clan will become a one-stop shop for raw material production and processing, and their blood food will be famous throughout the prehistoric world.

Tsk tsk, this is also a way to strengthen the demon race, and it will surely bring in another fortune.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches' faces were somewhat distorted.

They don't care about fame or anything like that; most of the blood food they raise goes into their own stomachs, with less than a tenth going out.

This is equivalent to not having any food or drink for an entire epoch.

The Wu tribe goes without blood offerings for one Yuanhui, while the Yao tribe gets more food for one Yuanhui. This is equivalent to a difference of two Yuanhui.

"Don't hold yourself up."

Zhu Rong muttered to herself, but Di Jun and Tai Yi pretended not to hear her.

"Haha, congratulations on the reconciliation between the two races."

Upon seeing this, Hongyun burst into laughter and spoke.

The lich war is not a good thing for them. Now that there is a way out, they should hurry up and urge both sides to back down.

"I propose we hold a celebratory banquet!"

Tongtian stepped forward and spoke.

He has now integrated into the community, and with his status as the nephew of the Dao Ancestor, people come to him every day asking him to take a look at the legendary Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

It can be said that Tongtian was extremely successful within the Pangu Mausoleum lineage.

Everyone speaks so kindly, and Tongtian really likes the atmosphere here.

When the liches start fighting, the one who is most anxious is none other than Tongtian.

Having experienced the falling out between the Three Pure Ones, Tongtian understood this feeling best and truly did not want to see the Pangu Mausoleum fall apart.

Now that the situation has eased, they immediately want to press their advantage.

"We're all fellow Daoists, so let's just talk things out. Here, these are some spiritual roots I've collected recently on Buzhou Mountain. They taste quite good."

Tongtian took out a large number of spiritual roots.

"This is me—"

Other deities also shared what they had gained in the primordial world.

"We just had a feast at the Demon Court with two Demon Emperors, now it's our turn to eat."

The numerous deities managed to put together a feast using the spiritual roots they possessed.

The quality is quite high, with top-tier spiritual roots such as ginseng fruit and yellow plum.

The Huangzhong plum was naturally brought out by Nuwa.

Even Wang Shu attended this impromptu banquet.

"Teacher's wife."

"Greetings, Senior Moon Goddess."

"Auntie, you're here! Come and sit down."

Nuwa and all the primordial deities rose and bowed.

All beings that existed before the Primordial Gods have died out; the more powerful they were, the more died.

There are very few predecessors with the strength of Wang Shu, perhaps only one.

The saints had been subtly educated at Pangu Mausoleum for so long that they all respected the elderly and cared for the young, and they greatly respected Wang Shu.

The gods and saints found it perfectly reasonable for Wang Shu and Dao Zu to get together.

Because those present are not worthy; they are all of a different generation.

Wang Shu didn't put on airs like a senior.

He smiled at the assembled saints and went straight to the table of the demons.

"Senior Moon Goddess."

Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Yi Nu stood up nervously. The two brothers knew that Wang Shu hadn't given them a friendly look when they first met.

She didn't even know that Wang Shu had taken away her own essence chakra.

"You are celebrating this joyous occasion, and I was unable to personally conduct the ceremony, so please do not hold a grudge."

Wang Shu's warm smile put Di Jun and Tai Yi at ease.

"I dare not, Senior Moon Goddess, I have already received the blessings of the two fairies, Xihe and Changxi."

Di Jun performed the junior's greeting.

"That's what they say." Wang Shu stretched out her hand, which held nine Star Fruits.

"Although you are demon emperors, you are also star gods. The Star Fruit can help you understand the Zhou Tian Star Array. With the help of spreading the Star Chart, you should be able to use some of the array's power."

Wangshu put down the Star Fruit.

"Thank you so much for your kind gift, Senior Moon Goddess!"

Di Jun and Yi Nu thanked him, saying that this gift was very important.

The Demon Court resides in the heavens, and the Zhou Tian Star Array is the defensive array right at our doorstep.

"If you like it, then I won't bother you anymore."

Wang Shu looked around with a smile, then disappeared.

Di Jun also breathed a sigh of relief and glanced in the direction of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

He knew that Wang Shu's gift-giving was definitely related to the Di Jiang matter.

Wang Shu had never given him Star Fruit before, but after the Ancestral Witch called her aunt and this incident happened, she came to give it to him.

This also means that this matter can never be mentioned again.

Otherwise, the Dao Ancestor might disregard fairness for the sake of fairness, but Wang Shu doesn't care about fairness at all.

Wang Shu only had eyes for her nephew.

But Di Jun didn't feel embarrassed. He hadn't intended to hold a grudge anyway, and he could get nine Star Fruits for free.

"But why don't I have elders like that!"

Di Jun really wants an elder to pamper him; that would be so wonderful.

After Wang Shu left, the banquet continued to be lively.

This meal wasn't just for the sake of reconciling the Lich and Demon races.

Among them is the battle at Zixiao Palace, which no one has mentioned.

The Dao Ancestor fought a battle in Hongjun's territory and returned unscathed.

That's what winning is all about.

It won't be long before Hongjun is no match for Daozu.

Most importantly, they too can one day become such beings.

Now I'm fanning the statue of Hongjun, but sooner or later I'll actually fan Hongjun.

Just thinking about it is exhilarating; I want to go and slap myself a couple more times to really enjoy it.

Speaking of this, I'm curious whether the Dao Ancestor fanned Hongjun in Zixiao Palace.

"Let me tell you, you were all just running away when I turned around and saw Daozu slap Hongjun across the face."

A primordial deity spoke loudly.

"You're still looking back? In that situation, even a slight delay could mean certain death. Keep dreaming."

"What did you say? I am Kunpeng. Even if I turn around several times, I can still see you. Dao Ancestor really slapped me."

The group of innate deities began to discuss this matter.

Only Nuwa, taking advantage of the lull, quietly left her seat and went to Qingyi Dojo.

"Teacher, are you alright?"

She was a little worried about Qingyi. After all, Hongjun was a saint, and he had always put a lot of pressure on her.

"I'm fine."

Qingyi didn't come out; he was still in seclusion.

"Is the third sermon about to begin?"

"Yes, we should set off after the banquet."

Nuwa asked respectfully, her tone tinged with curiosity, "Teacher, since we haven't cultivated Hongjun's method of severing the three corpses, do we still need to attend the third lecture?"

"Of course I'll go."

"Foolish disciple, the third sermon is more important than the first two combined."

"Not only are you going, but you're also taking the Twelve Ancestral Witches with you this time."

Nuwa was secretly alarmed, "The third sermon is actually this important?"

He immediately nodded, "Yes, teacher, I understand. I will take the ancestral witches with me."

"Alright, go ahead, I'm going into seclusion."

Nuwa was about to leave when she remembered the discussion at the table and hesitated before speaking again.

"Teacher—did you slap Hongjun today?"

Nuwa's eyes were full of curiosity.

Qing Yi was speechless. What do you take me for?

I wanted to slap them, but there's a difference in strength between us.

But I can't lose face. I, Qingyi, am obsessed with saving face.

"Once you break through, I will take you to slap Hongjun."

"good!"

Nuwa became excited. If the teacher dared to say such a thing, then he must have been slapped.

She waved her arms happily, but she had to practice the movements until she was perfect.

"I wonder what the difference is between a real person and a statue."