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

Chapter 54 A Fair and Upright Scheme

Di Yi leaned closer to the white gourd, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a child. "Little girl, would you like to get married?"

The white gourd swayed gently, emitting a faint divine thought: "Marriage?"

The seven gourd-shaped boys were also bewildered.

The red-haired boy scratched his head: "Senior, what is marriage?"

"It's just that—" Di Yi carefully considered his words.

"Find a person with the purest yang energy, so that yin and yang can be in harmony, with heaven and earth as witnesses, and bestow merit upon them."

The red-haired boy nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The orange-haired boy frowned: "Senior, you mean you want Eighth Brother to be paired up with someone?"

"Yes, but not entirely." Di Yi paced back and forth under the gourd vines, his hands behind his back.

Do you know the Eastern King Duke?

The seven gourd-shaped boys all shook their heads.

They had been in the secret realm for far too long, and didn't even know what the primordial world looked like, let alone the Eastern King Duke.

Di Yi patiently explained: "Dong Wanggong, the head of male immortals, the master of the Celestial Court, possessing the physique of ultimate yang, and reaching the peak of the Great Luo realm. One of the most powerful men in the primordial world."

"Let him marry Lao Ba?" The blond-haired boy's eyes widened.

"Old Eight has only just taken human form."

"Stop, he hasn't taken human form yet," the green-haired boy corrected.

"Yes, it hasn't taken human form yet!" The blond-haired boy pointed to the white gourd.

"Senior, to be precise, Lao Ba is still an embryo!"

Di Yi waved his hand: "No rush, no rush. Didn't Eighth Brother say it would take another hundred years to take human form? A hundred years is more than enough time to prepare."

He turned to look at the white gourd, his tone persuasive: "Little girl, think about it. If you marry the Eastern King Duke, it will be a heavenly marriage. Heaven will bestow merit upon you, and you will ascend directly to heaven, becoming at least a Great Luo Golden Immortal."

"Moreover, no matter how vast the world is, your wife is the most important. Once you're married, you'll be the mistress of the Celestial Court, and even the Eastern King Duke will have to treat you with utmost respect."

"You'll get half of the Heavenly Court's fortune, and as many cultivation resources as you want."

"And with my help—what do you think?"

The white gourd fell silent.

The seven gourd boys also fell silent.

After a long while, a faint divine thought emanated from the white gourd: "Senior—are you plotting against us?"

Di Yi nodded readily: "Yes."

The seven gourd-shaped boys' expressions changed; their senior hadn't denied it.

Di Yi spread his hands: "If you think I'm scheming against you, that's perfectly reasonable. That's just how the primordial world is."

"Think about it, if it weren't for me, would you be able to take human form?"

The red-haired boy opened his mouth, then closed it again.

That's definitely not possible.

If it weren't for Di Yi nourishing them with the golden light of merit, they would still be seven immature gourds, waiting to be picked and refined into magical treasures.

"If it weren't for me, would Lao Ba have become the eighth gourd?"

Everyone looked at the white gourd.

The white gourd swayed gently, as if it were shaking its head.

No.

The innate gourd vine only bears seven fruits. The eighth one was born against the will of Heaven and was only able to take shape thanks to the golden light of Emperor Yi's merits and the protection of the spatial array.

Di Yi shrugged. "So, I schemed against you, but I won't let you suffer any losses."

"When the Eighth Prince married the Eastern King Duke, he received the Heavenly Court's fortune, the Heavenly Dao's merits, and a powerful husband."

"I won't treat the seven of you unfairly either."

Di Yi pointed to the seven gourd-shaped youths: "You seven, I can find you a safe place to cultivate, provide resources, and protect you as you grow. Once your cultivation is sufficient, you can go wherever you want."

The red-haired boy's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"My Emperor never goes back on his word."

The seven gourd-shaped boys looked at each other in bewilderment.

The red-haired boy was the first to speak: "I agree."

Orange-haired boy: "I agree too."

The blond-haired boy said, "Our senior saved us; it's only right that we repay your kindness."

Green-haired boy: "As long as Lao Ba is willing."

The green-haired boy, the blue-haired boy, and the purple-haired boy exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

All eyes were on the white gourd.

The white gourd remained silent for a long time before finally emitting a faint but firm divine thought: "Senior—I need a hundred years to take human form. After a hundred years, I will follow your arrangements."

The Emperor smiled.

"Alright. I'll come to pick you up a hundred years from now."

He raised his hand and waved, sending seven beams of light flying from his sleeve and landing in the hands of the seven gourd-shaped boys.

"These are seven cultivation techniques, each with different attributes. Cultivate them accordingly. Within a hundred years, I guarantee you will all break through to the Golden Immortal realm or higher."

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The seven gourd-shaped boys' eyes lit up as they looked at the jade slip containing the cultivation technique in their hands.

The red-haired boy knelt down again with a "plop": "Thank you, senior!"

The other six also knelt down, saying, "Thank you, senior!"

Di Yi waved his hand: "Get up. Cultivate diligently, don't waste the potential of your innate spiritual beings."

He turned to look at the white gourd, thought for a moment, and then took out a jade slip from his sleeve and gently placed it under the gourd vine.

"This is a pure Yin cultivation technique, specially prepared for you. Before transforming into human form, cultivate your foundation; after transforming, you can directly enter the Tai Luo realm."

The white gourd swayed gently, as if nodding.

Di Yi clapped his hands, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction.

Seven gourds plus one gourd, eight innate spiritual objects, eight future great Luo seedlings.

It's worth it.

As for the Eastern King Duke, Emperor Yi's lips curled up slightly.

I need to prepare my speech properly.

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

The Eastern King Duke sat on the imperial throne, his face full of worry.

Kunpeng's palm strike has left him still reeling.

Despite being a being of the highest Yang constitution and at the same peak of the Great Luo realm, he was actually at a disadvantage.

If this gets out, where will the Celestial Court's reputation be?

The Taoist priest with the star-shaped crown stood aside and cautiously spoke up: "Your Majesty, I have a plan."

The Eastern King looked up at him and said, "Speak."

"In my opinion, Your Majesty's most urgent task is to increase your strength. As long as you can sever your corpse and become a Quasi-Saint, the mere Kunpeng is nothing to fear."

"That's nonsense," said the Eastern King Duke irritably.

"I don't know how to increase my strength? The question is—how?"

The Star-Crowned Taoist carefully considered his words: "I suggest that we invite the Three Pure Ones to come to the Heavenly Court to oversee things."

Dongwanggong frowned: "The Three Pure Ones? What do they have to do with us?"

"It's alright, but the Three Pure Ones still owe the Emperor a promise to help them nineteen times."

The Eastern King Duke paused for a moment, then waved his hand: "I know that the Three Pure Ones owe the Emperor nineteen times, so don't bring up things that everyone already knows."

The Star-Crowned Taoist smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, what I mean is—we can bring Emperor Yi into this."

Dong Wanggong narrowed his eyes: "Explain yourself more clearly."

The Star-Crowned Daoist walked to the center of the hall and spoke eloquently: "Your Majesty, it is common knowledge throughout the prehistoric world that the Three Pure Ones owe Emperor Yi nine times. But the problem is—Emperor Yi has no need for these nine times."

"Your Majesty knows Di Yi's personality. He hates trouble, prefers to lie low, and avoids taking action whenever possible. Does he owe anyone anything? None. Does anyone owe him? A lot. But he's too lazy to collect."

Dongwanggong nodded: "Indeed, that guy even strung together the prayer mats from Zixiao Palace to sell. He's a typical miser, but he doesn't spend much."

"So," a glint flashed in the eyes of the Star Crown Taoist.

"We can give Di Yi an identity."

"What is your identity?"

"Below the Heavenly Emperor, the Supreme Emperor."

The Eastern King was stunned.

The Star-Crowned Daoist continued, "Your Majesty, think about it. Why is Emperor Yi afraid of trouble? Because he has no status, no position, and has to shoulder everything himself. But if he had the status of 'Supreme Emperor,' then he would be a member of the Celestial Court. Wouldn't his nine debts to the Three Pure Ones then make him a member of the Celestial Court?"

Dong Wanggong's eyes lit up: "You mean—"

"It's a legitimate way to borrow the power of the Three Pure Ones," said the Star-Crowned Taoist with a smile.

"Since Emperor Yi is afraid of trouble, let's just give him the title of Supreme Emperor, so he can just hang on to the title and not have to do anything."

Then they publicly declared that the Three Pure Ones' nine interventions were owed to the Celestial Court.

"In this way, even if the Three Pure Ones don't want to help the Celestial Court, they have to consider their oath to the Great Dao. And what about Emperor Yi? He gets the title of Supreme Emperor for nothing, and he's happy to have some peace and quiet."