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

Chapter 45 The Eastern King is all smiles

After the introduction, Zhunti opened up the conversation and then added, "We need someone who can keep things in check."

"That's right!" Zhunti slapped his thigh.

"The Heavenly Court is now a chaotic mess, with celestial officials each harboring their own agendas. We need a highly respected and virtuous person to uphold justice!"

Hongyun was stunned.

"Me?" He pointed to his own nose.

"I'm going to Heaven?"

"Yes!" Zhunti said earnestly.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, you are the greatest benefactor in the primordial world! The Heavenly Court is currently in dire need of talent; your presence there will surely help many people!"

"Moreover, the Eastern King will definitely give you an important position! Just think, once you have power in the Heavenly Court, how many people in need can you help?"

Those oppressed lesser demons and immortals, those wandering cultivators with nowhere to turn—all can benefit because of you!

Hongyun was tempted.

What he can't stand the most is the phrase "helping others".

"But—" He still hesitated.

"That Dongwanggong doesn't seem like a good person."

Zhunti immediately said, "That's why we need you to go, fellow Daoist! With you here, the atmosphere in the Heavenly Court will definitely improve! Think about it, even if the Eastern King Duke is arrogant, he still has to give some face to the greatest philanthropist in the prehistoric world, right?"

Hongyun became a little smug after being praised.

Jieyin pressed his advantage: "Furthermore, fellow Daoist, think about it. Once you've established yourself in Heaven, you can help us poor people in the West if anything happens. We in the West are far too poor and desperately need a friend who can speak for us in Heaven."

This statement both flattered Hongyun and offered her a way out.

Hongyun slapped her thigh: "Okay! I'll go!"

Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged a glance, a knowing smile flashing in their eyes.

It became.

Zhen Yuanzi watched from the side, wanting to say something but hesitating.

He felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Finally, he just sighed and said to Hongyun, "Fellow Daoist, please be careful on your journey."

Hongyun patted his shoulder: "Don't worry! I'm Hongyun! What could possibly happen?"

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

The Eastern King Duke sat high on the imperial throne, looking down at the two people standing below with a smile on his face.

Maitreya and Ksitigarbha.

Although these two young people from the West were not top-notch in terms of cultivation, their strange and unusual techniques truly broadened his horizons.

The "Earth Vein Connector" that was tested yesterday, although it exploded three times, actually succeeded on the fourth time, raising the spiritual energy concentration of a side hall in the Heavenly Court that had a sparse spiritual energy by 30%!

Talented! Absolutely talented!

"You two talented individuals, are you settling in well in Heaven?" Dongwanggong asked with a kind smile.

Maitreya nodded repeatedly: "I'm used to it! The resources in Heaven are amazing! A hundred times better than in the West!"

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Ksitigarbha chimed in, "Yes, yes, His Majesty is so good to us!"

The Eastern King stroked his beard with satisfaction.

Just as they were about to announce their official positions, suddenly—

"Report—!!!"

A celestial official stumbled and crawled into the hall, his voice cracking: "Your Majesty! Someone from the West—someone from the West has arrived!"

The Eastern King was taken aback: "The West? Zhunti and Jieyin have arrived?"

"No, not just!" the celestial official gasped. "So many have come! Zhunti, Jieyin, and—and that Bodhi Daoist! The White Lotus Boy! And—"

"Who else?"

"Red Clouds!"

The Eastern King suddenly stood up.

Red clouds?!

That red cloud that was "favored" by the Primordial Purple Qi?!

He didn't have time to think and quickly walked out of the hall.

At the entrance to the Heavenly Court, auspicious clouds swirled and celestial music filled the air. Well, actually, it was the strange and unusual instruments brought from the West that were playing, producing rather odd tunes, but the scene was indeed quite grand.

A large group of people was flying in.

Leading the group were Zhunti and Jieyin, who had specially changed into their most presentable Taoist robes today—although they were old robes that had been washed until they were faded, at least they were not patched.

Behind him followed a Taoist priest with a thin face and deep eyes. His aura was faintly connected to that of Zhunti—that was one of Zhunti's three corpses, the Bodhi Taoist.

Further on, there was a handsome boy with delicate features, holding a white lotus in his hand, his expression solemn.

Further on was a group of Western monks, all covered in dust and dirt, but with surprisingly bright eyes, and holding all sorts of strange and unusual objects in their hands.

At the very center of the crowd was Hongyun, surrounded by everyone like a star.

He was wearing a bright red robe, smiling broadly, and waving to the surroundings.

The Eastern King was stunned by what he saw.

The Star-Crowned Taoist leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Your Majesty, this entourage—is a bit too much."

Dong Wanggong took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and quickly went to greet him.

"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Zhunti! Fellow Daoist Jieyin! Fellow Daoist Hongyun!" He was all smiles.

"A rare guest! A rare guest indeed!"

Zhunti bowed respectfully, beaming, "Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong, you are too kind. We have come today with a request."

Dong Wanggong's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm: "Oh? What is it?"

Zhunti stepped aside, making way for Hongyun behind him: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun has long admired the Heavenly Court's reputation and wished to come and see for himself. We were worried about him, so we accompanied him. By the way," he paused, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding celestial officials and generals, his voice rising a few decibels, "bring all of my Western elite forces!"

The Eastern King's eyes lit up.

Western elites?

He swept his gaze over Bodhi Daoist—an aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal—and thought, "It's settled!"

The White Lotus Child is at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, but his pure lotus aura makes him a promising talent!

Behind them, the group of Western monks—though covered in dust and grime—were carrying objects—what were those? Glowing plates? Self-spinning wheels? Stones covered in strange runes?

I don't understand it, but it seems very impressive!

As for Hongyun—

The Eastern King's gaze fell on Hongyun, and he began to make plans in his mind.

Hongyun was once "favored" by the Primordial Purple Qi! Although the Purple Qi didn't stay in the end, who knows? Maybe—maybe that Purple Qi just left temporarily and will return someday?

Even without the purple aura, Hongyun's reputation in the prehistoric world was still resounding.

Keeping him in Heaven is like hanging a signboard of "great philanthropist" at the gate of the celestial court—what a great image-building project!

"Welcome! A warm welcome!" Dongwanggong waved his hand. "Guards! Prepare a banquet! To welcome all of you fellow Daoists!"

Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged a glance, a hint of a smile flashing in their eyes.

Hongyun's smile grew even brighter.

Maitreya and Ksitigarbha quietly bumped fists in the crowd.

It became.

In the distance, on the edge of the western continent.

Emperor Yi's clone raised his head, looked in the direction of the Heavenly Court, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Dong Wang Gong, Dong Wang Gong," he murmured, "you should just take your time to recover."

"These elite troops"—they're going to give you a run for your money.

He lowered his head and continued to focus on repairing the spiritual veins, his merits flashing like golden light.