Primordial Era: The Witch Clan Reigns Supreme, Hongjun Begs Me to Become the Demon Emperor

Chapter 44 Western Elite Enters Heavenly Court

The western continent, Mount Sumeru.

Emperor Yi's clone put down his work and headed towards the two's dojo in the west.

The temple was still the same few stone houses and a simple preaching platform, as shabby as ever. But at this moment, two figures were squatting in front of the stone houses, their faces full of sorrow.

Cundi and Jieyin.

Di Yi walked closer, looked at the two bitter faces, and couldn't help but laugh.

"What's wrong? You look like someone stole your Daoist partner."

Zhunti looked up, saw it was him, and his eyes immediately lit up: "Big Brother!"

Jieyin quickly stood up: "Big Brother is here!"

Di Yi waved his hand, sat down on a nearby rock, and crossed his legs: "Tell me, what's troubling you?"

Zhunti sighed, "Brother, you sent Maitreya and Ksitigarbha to the Heavenly Court. They went, but the two of us—we don't feel at ease."

Jieyin nodded: "Yes. His two disciples are eating and using his things; what if the Eastern King Duke discovers something's wrong—"

"What did you find?" Di Yi raised an eyebrow.

"Finding out they're doing research? Isn't that even better? Isn't that what the Eastern King Duke wants?"

"But what if the Eastern King makes them do the work?"

"Work?" Di Yi scoffed.

"Let them do the work. Researching formations, refining weapons, and inscribing runes—isn't that work? What do you think the Eastern King wants them to do? Fight?"

Zhunti paused, then said, "That's true—"

Looking at the two worried faces, Di Yi suddenly found it a little funny.

"Hey, why aren't you two going?" he said slowly.

"Sending your disciples along won't get you much. That nouveau riche, Dongwanggong, has plenty of resources. If you don't go and take more, are you doing yourself a disservice?"

Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged a glance, feeling both tempted and hesitant.

"But we both went there, to the west—"

"I'm here in the West, so does that mean I'm not human just because I'm an avatar?" Di Yi pointed to himself.

"Besides, all of your disciples and grand-disciples are almost technical experts, do you still need to guard them every day?"

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Zhunti's eyes lit up.

Jieyin pondered for a moment and said, "Brother, do you mean—we should also go to the Heavenly Court?"

"Yes." Di Yi crossed his legs, looking profound.

"Not only should you go, but you should go in a grand and impressive manner. Take your elite Western troops with you, and go in a magnificent procession."

"Elite?" Zhunti was stunned.

"What elite troops do we in the West have?"

Di Yi rolled his eyes: "Don't you bring them yourself? Bodhi Daoist—one of your Three Corpses, isn't that elite? White Lotus Boy, your attendant, isn't that? And those disciples and grand-disciples, those who can inscribe arrays and forge weapons, aren't they all elite?"

Zhunti suddenly realized.

Jieyin still had some doubts: "But if we go like this, won't the Eastern King become suspicious? After all, he just sent his disciple there—"

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"So you need to bring a signboard." Emperor Yi smiled meaningfully.

"Shop sign?"

"Red Clouds".

Zhunti was taken aback: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun?"

The emperor nodded, already smiling inwardly.

In the original timeline, the entanglement between Hongyun and Xifang was a well-known mystery that spanned the early primordial era. Now—

—It's a good opportunity to make use of this.

"Who is Hongyun? The greatest good person in the primordial world, a benevolent and virtuous man, loved by all, and admired by all. If he were to go to the Heavenly Court, wouldn't the Eastern King Duke be eager to give him an important position?"

Emperor Yi said slowly.

"If you go with Hongyun, Dongwanggong will only think—oh, this is Hongyun's way of showing respect, and the two from the west are here to help Hongyun. Who would associate 'fleecing' with Hongyun?"

Zhunti's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Jieyin also seemed to be deep in thought.

Di Yi stood up, patted his butt, and said, "Alright, stop dawdling. Go to Wuzhuang Temple and find Hongyun. Talk to him nicely, and he'll definitely agree."

He paused, then added, "Remember, say nice things and flatter him. Hongyun is most susceptible to that."

After saying that, he flickered and transformed into a golden light, flying back into the depths of the western continent.

Zhunti and Jieyin remained standing in place, exchanging a glance.

"Walk?"

"Walk."

Wuzhuang Temple.

Under the ginseng fruit tree, Hongyun was squatting on the ground, looking distressed.

A chessboard was laid out in front of him, and Zhen Yuanzi sat opposite him.

But Hongyun was clearly distracted, and his chess pieces were scattered haphazardly. He had already been utterly defeated by Zhen Yuanzi.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore." Hongyun pushed the chess piece away and sighed to the sky.

"My mind is in complete turmoil!"

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Zhen Yuanzi leisurely arranged the chess pieces, not even raising his eyelids: "Still thinking about that Primordial Purple Qi?"

Hongyun nodded, her face full of confusion: "What do you think it means? It stayed inside me for thirty breaths and then came out. Does it look down on me? Or did I do something wrong? I can change!"

Zhen Yuanzi sighed, "Fellow Daoist, even without the purple aura, you are still the greatest good person in the primordial world. Why dwell on this?"

"But it's out! It's out!" Hongyun cried, clutching her head.

"It stayed inside my body for thirty breaths! Thirty breaths! How can that be the same?"

Zhen Yuanzi was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "To be honest, I always have a feeling—someone wants to get rid of you, wants to kill you."

Hongyun was taken aback: "Who?"

"I don't know," Zhen Yuanzi shook his head.

"Although the purple aura on your body has emerged, it has remained there for over thirty breaths. If word gets out, it's hard to guarantee that someone won't have designs on you."

Hongyun's expression changed.

Just then, a clear voice suddenly came from outside the temple: "Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan, long time no see!"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi's hand trembled, and the chess piece in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He looked up and saw two figures drifting in from a distance, and a chill ran down his spine.

Zhunti.

To guide or lead.

Again.

These two guys are a bit poor, but lately they've been acting strangely, going to Wuzhuang Temple every few days.

He talks about "engineering Buddhism" and "empirical research" all the time, and he's always tinkering with all sorts of strange and unusual gadgets.

The key issue is that their disciples also followed suit, and they would talk to everyone they met about "array optimization" and "rune iteration," causing the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple to now avoid Western visitors.

Zhen Yuanzi himself was afraid—how embarrassing it would be if they dragged him into talking about things he couldn't understand.

"It's the two of you." He forced a smile.

"Don't say things I don't understand, I really don't understand them."

Zhunti smiled broadly: "Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan is joking. We are not here today to discuss engineering and Buddhism."

Jieyin nodded: "We've come to see Fellow Daoist Hongyun."

Hongyun stood up from the ground, looking bewildered: "Looking for me?"

Zhunti stepped forward, grasped Hongyun's hand, and said with utmost sincerity, "Fellow Daoist Hongyun! We've been searching for you for so long!"

Hongyun was a little confused by this enthusiasm: "Huh? What do you want with me?"

Zhunti sighed and began to speak at length: "Fellow Daoist, you may not know this, but the Eastern King Duke of the Heavenly Court has recently been recruiting talents everywhere. My two disciples—Maitreya and Ksitigarbha—have already been invited by him. But after much deliberation, we feel that something is missing."

Hongyun was a little confused about what was missing, but she quickly recovered.