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

Chapter 53 Does the little girl want to get married?

"Old Eight, when are you coming out?" The red-haired boy leaned over and poked the white gourd.

The white gourd swayed gently, emitting a faint divine thought: "Soon—just a little more—"

The orange-haired boy frowned: "Old Eight's Yin energy hasn't solidified yet; it will probably need to be nurtured for a while longer."

"Then let's wait." The blond boy shrugged indifferently.

"We've already waited a long time, so what's a little longer?"

Seven boys sat or stood under the gourd vines, chatting.

As they chatted, the topic turned to that "benefactor of the sun".

"Speaking of which," the red-haired boy scratched his head.

"We were able to take human form thanks to that three-legged golden crow senior. If it weren't for his nourishment of us with his golden light of merit, we might have already been picked and refined into magical treasures."

The orange-haired boy nodded: "Senior also set up a spatial array outside the secret realm to hide this place very well, otherwise it would have been discovered long ago."

"Shouldn't we go and thank our senior?" the green-haired boy suggested.

"Go out?" The blue-haired boy shook his head.

"What are you going out for? Are you going to get it stolen?"

Everyone fell silent.

Yes, they are innate gourds, naturally top-tier materials for refining artifacts.

Before they took human form, whoever picked them could refine them into a supreme treasure. Now, although they have taken human form, they are still innate spiritual objects in essence. If those powerful beings really want to take them, they won't even have a chance to resist.

"What should we do then?" the red-haired boy asked anxiously.

"We can't hide here forever, can we?"

"Cultivate first," the purple-haired youth finally spoke, his tone steady.

"It's not too late to go out when we're strong enough."

"Is your strength enough?" The red-haired boy smiled bitterly.

"We're only at the Golden Immortal level now, we can't even make a ripple in the primordial world."

"Then we'll fix it slowly." The purple-haired boy glanced at him.

"Our elders can protect us for a while, but not forever. We have to rely on ourselves."

After a moment of silence, everyone nodded.

Only the red-haired boy was still muttering things like "ungrateful" and "traitor," when the orange-haired boy slapped him on the back of the head, silencing him.

Seven teenagers sat cross-legged under the gourd vines and began their cultivation.

The white gourd swayed gently on the vine, and the yin energy on its surface grew increasingly dense.

Buzhou Mountain is the sacred site of Nuwa.

Emperor Yi's Sun Chariot slowly descended from the sky, pulled by nine fire dragons, radiating golden light that illuminated the entire Buzhou Mountain.

Nuwa walked out of the temple, looked at the divine chariot, and smiled slightly.

The carriage was decorated with a relief of the Zixiao Palace—Emperor Yi sat on a futon, grinning in a way that looked incredibly irritating.

"Fellow Daoist, are you satisfied with this vehicle?" Nuwa asked with a smile.

Di Yi jumped off the carriage, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Satisfied, very satisfied. Fellow Daoist Nuwa's craftsmanship is the best in the primordial world."

"Stop flattering me." Nuwa rolled her eyes at him.

"Come in and have a seat."

The two entered the temple and took their seats as host and guest, respectively.

Fuxi was not there; he said he had gone to Beiming to discuss matters with Bai Ze.

Di Yi didn't stand on ceremony, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs: "Fellow Daoist, the situation in the prehistoric world is not peaceful after the second lecture."

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Nuwa poured him a cup of tea: "What do you mean?"

"Kunpeng and Dongwanggong exchanged blows, ending in a draw. The demon race, having held back for a thousand years, has finally begun its counterattack."

Nuwa raised an eyebrow: "Kunpeng? With his personality, why would he take the initiative to attack?"

"Things have changed." Di Yi took a sip of tea.

"With the influx of primordial purple energy, one has no choice but to change, whether one wants to or not."

Nuwa seemed to be deep in thought. She herself had the Primordial Purple Qi entering her body, so why hadn't she changed?

Nuwa was taken aback: "A celestial marriage?"

"It's the kind of harmony between yin and yang, with heaven and earth as witnesses."

Emperor Yi carefully considered his words.

"I've been thinking about something lately—what if someone doesn't want to get married, but can't let anyone else have a destined marriage with them?

Nuwa looked at him with a subtle expression: "Are you talking about yourself?"

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Di Yi coughed lightly: "I was just asking casually."

Nuwa smiled enigmatically: "Those two on the Taiyin Star?"

Di Yi's face stiffened.

"Stop pretending," Nuwa said slowly, picking up her teacup.

"You are the three-legged golden crow of the Sun Star, and the two goddesses of the Moon Star are naturally matched with you. If you don't want to marry them, no one else will—who would dare to touch the person destined for you by the three-legged golden crow?"

Di Yi was taken aback.

Yes.

He is the three-legged golden crow, the only sun spirit in the primordial world.

According to the will of Heaven, those two stars of the Moon belong to him.

If he doesn't marry, no one else will dare to.

Who would dare marry the woman destined for him, Emperor Yi?

Dongwanggong?

If the Eastern King dares to propose marriage, the Emperor will demolish his celestial court the very next day.

Di Yi suddenly felt much better.

"That's good." He picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

Nuwa looked at him and shook her head: "Sometimes I really don't know what you're thinking."

The emperor smiled but said nothing.

After chatting for a while, Di Yi stood up and took his leave.

"So you're leaving now? Well then, take care, fellow Daoist." Nuwa saw him to the door.

Come visit often when you have time.

Emperor Yi cupped his hands in greeting, jumped onto the Sun God Chariot, and nine fire dragons pulled the chariot into the air.

Instead of returning directly to the Sun Star, he changed direction and flew towards the top of Buzhou Mountain.

Seven gourds, time to collect them.

The Sun Chariot stopped above the sea of ​​clouds. Emperor Yi raised his hand and waved it, causing a crack to appear in the spatial array.

He slipped into the secret realm.

Then he froze.

Under the gourd vine, seven boys turned their heads in unison, their eyes wide open, staring at him.

Di Yi: "————?"

Where are my seven huge gourds? How did they grow into adults?

The red-haired youth was the first to react, kneeling down with a thud: "Senior! Thank you so much for saving my life!"

The other six boys also knelt down, shouting in unison, "Thank you so much for saving our lives, senior!"

Di Yi's lips twitched.

He looked at the empty gourd vines, then at the seven boys kneeling on the ground.

Seven gourds—have they all transformed into human form?

What about his Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife? What about his Purple-Gold Red Gourd? What about his Demon-Summoning Gourd?

All gone?

Di Yi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Fine.

Let it take on a different form.

Seven innate spiritual beings transformed into human form are, after all, seven potential Grand Luo Golden Immortals, so it's not a loss.

As he scanned the seven boys with his own light, he suddenly noticed a white gourd on the vine.

"What is that??"

The red-haired youth quickly explained, "Senior, that's our Eighth Sister. She's different from us; she has a pure Yin body, which hasn't solidified yet and needs to be nurtured for a while longer."

Di Yi stared at the white gourd, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

A body of pure Yin?

A pure yin gourd growing from a naturally occurring gourd vine?

Isn't this a ready-made "heavenly marriage" partner?

If a magical treasure takes human form, is it considered a living being or a magical treasure?

Shouldn't it be considered a spiritual treasure?

It's not unfair that the Eastern King married a gourd.

Di Yi stroked his chin, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"Little girl," he said gently, looking at the white gourd.

"Do you want to get married?"