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

Chapter 55 Was the Eastern King Duke tempted?

Dongwanggong stroked his chin, and the more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

He suddenly frowned. "But will Di Yi agree?"

"It's 80% likely," said the Star-Crowned Taoist with certainty.

"That Emperor Yi can be easily appeased with a few benefits. Why wouldn't he agree to a mere empty title, without having to do any work, and even get the Heavenly Court's fortune for free?"

Dong Wanggong said with deep satisfaction, "You really know how to scheme. You dared to scheme against Di Yi nine times. You're something else."

Just then, an announcement came from outside the hall: "Your Majesty! Senior Emperor Taiyang has arrived!"

The Eastern King and the Star-Crowned Taoist exchanged a glance.

What a coincidence?

He arrived just as we were talking?

Dongwanggong stood up and straightened his clothes: "Please come in quickly."

A moment later, Emperor Yi swaggered into the Lingxiao Palace.

Nine fiery dragons pulled the chariot, their golden light shining brightly, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

The Eastern King squinted at the golden light, and cursed inwardly: Does this guy have to carry so much light with him when he goes out?

Emperor Yi jumped out of the carriage, cupped his hands in greeting, and smiled brightly: "Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong, it's been a long time."

The Eastern King forced a smile: "Fellow Daoist Emperor, what a rare guest! What brings you here?"

"No one visits the Three Treasures Hall without a reason." The emperor sat down in a chair and crossed his legs.

"I've come to see you today because I have some incredibly important news to discuss."

Dong Wanggong's heart skipped a beat.

When the Emperor says something is "good," it's most likely not a good thing at all.

But he still had a smile on his face: "Oh? What good news?"

Di Yi didn't rush to speak; he first looked around.

The Star-Crowned Taoist wisely stepped aside, and the other celestial officials also took their leave.

Only the Eastern King and Emperor Yi remained in the main hall.

Di Yi then spoke, his tone leisurely: "Fellow Daoist, what do you think is your biggest problem right now?"

"I mean," Di Yi said, crossing his legs and tapping his fingers on the armrest.

"That palm strike from Kunpeng must have made you very uncomfortable, right?"

The Eastern King's expression changed slightly. What did he mean by those words? Emperor Yi waved his hand and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm not here to make fun of you. I'm here to help you."

"How can I help?"

Do you know about celestial marriage?

The Eastern King frowned: "A heavenly marriage?"

"When Yin and Yang are in harmony, Heaven and Earth bear witness, and merits are bestowed."

Di Yi raised one finger.

"If a heavenly marriage can be arranged, the heavens will bestow great merit, and one can become a quasi-saint by severing one's corpse in the blink of an eye."

The Eastern King's eyes lit up.

But then he became wary: "You mean—you want me to get married?"

"right."

"With whom?"

The Emperor smiled without saying a word, took out a jade slip from his sleeve, and handed it to the Eastern King Duke.

The Eastern King Duke took the jade slip and probed it with his divine sense.

The jade slip contained an image of a white gourd, pure white in color, radiating a cool, pure yin energy.

"This is—" Dong Wanggong was stunned.

"The eighth gourd that grows on the innate gourd vine is of pure Yin nature and will take human form after a hundred years."

"I said slowly."

"The perfect union of Yin and Yang is a match made in heaven."

The Eastern King Duke stared at the image in the jade slip, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He admitted that the white gourd was indeed extraordinary. Its pure Yin energy was so concentrated that it seemed tailor-made for him.

But—marrying a gourd?

"Fellow Daoist," Dongwanggong coughed lightly.

Are you kidding me?

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Di Yi asked seriously.

The Eastern King Duke was silent for a moment: "I am the head of the male immortals and the ruler of the Celestial Court. To marry a gourd—spread the word!"

"So what if it gets out?" Di Yi interrupted him.

"That is a primordial spiritual object, with a pure Yin body, its foundation surpassing that of 99% of cultivators in the primordial world. It is more than enough to match you, Duke Dongwang. Besides, which cultivator in the primordial world is not a primordial being, and which one did not cultivate from a spiritual object?"

The Eastern King was momentarily speechless.

Di Yi continued, "Besides, marriage is marriage, and transformation is transformation. A hundred years from now, when she transforms into a human, she will be a living goddess. Who cares what she was before?"

The Eastern King Duke remained silent.

Di Yi's words make sense.

With a pure Yin body, a manifestation of an innate spiritual being, his foundation was indeed quite strong. Coupled with the merit bestowed by the Heavenly Marriage, the prospect of severing his corpse and becoming a Quasi-Saint was tempting.

But he still felt that something was wrong.

The Eastern King carefully considered his words.

"Fellow Daoist, tell me the truth, is this gourd—related to you?"

Di Yi nodded frankly: "Yes. I saved her and raised her. In a way, I'm half her benefactor."

Dongwanggong: "————"

"So you're here to find her a husband?"

"That's one way to understand it."

The Eastern King took a deep breath: "Fellow Daoist, do you think I will agree?"

The emperor looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Fellow Daoist, please listen to me finish these three sentences before deciding whether to agree or not."

Dong Wanggong raised an eyebrow: "Which three lines?"

Di Yi raised his first finger: "First, the merits bestowed by the Heavenly Marriage are enough for you to sever your corpse and become a Quasi-Saint."

The Eastern King nodded.

Di Yi raised his second finger: "Secondly, after she takes human form, she comes with the fortune of heaven and earth. Marrying her will at least double the fortune of the Heavenly Court."

Dong Wanggong's eyes lit up.

Di Yi raised his third finger: "Third, she's mine."

The Eastern King's expression changed slightly.

Di Yi smiled and looked at him: "Marrying me is the same as marrying the Sun Star. If the Celestial Court has any problems in the future, how could I possibly ignore them?"

The Eastern King Duke remained silent.

Each of these three sentences is more serious than the last.

The first sentence is about profit, the second about power, and the third about alliance.

Becoming a Quasi-Saint by severing one's corpse doubles one's fortune, and with the protection of God the First, this deal is definitely worthwhile.

But Dongwanggong always felt that something was wrong.

When has Di Yi ever been so enthusiastic?

He always had ulterior motives when he helped others.

The Eastern King Duke stared at Emperor Yi. "Fellow Daoist, tell me the truth, what exactly are you after?"

Di Yi shrugged: "I told you, I'll help her find a good husband."

"this one?"

"That's it."

The Eastern King did not believe it.

But he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Emperor Yi stood up, patted his robes, and said, "Alright, I've said my piece. Whether you agree or not is up to you. She will take human form in a hundred years, and you can give me your answer then."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Reaching the door, he suddenly stopped and said without turning around, "Oh, right, I forgot to mention. That gourd is called Little White, and she has a bit of a temper. If you agree to this, you'll have to be more accommodating to her in the future."

Dongwanggong:

Emperor Yi's figure disappeared outside the palace, and nine fire dragons pulled the Sun Chariot into the sky, golden light shining throughout the entire Heavenly Court.

The Eastern King Duke sat on the imperial throne, holding the jade slip in his hand, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

The Star-Crowned Taoist emerged from the side hall and cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, what did Emperor Yi—say?"

After a long silence, the Eastern King Duke slowly spoke: "He said he wants me to marry a gourd."

Star-Crowned Taoist: "————"

"And that gourd belongs to his people."

The expression on Xingguan Daoren's face became very subtle.

"Your Majesty—has he agreed?"

The Eastern King did not answer.

He tucked the jade slip into his sleeve, stood up, walked outside the hall, and watched the receding golden light, muttering to himself, "We'll talk about it a hundred years from now."

The Star-Crowned Taoist stood behind him, pondering something else.

Is Emperor Yi going to form a marriage alliance with the Celestial Court?

Wouldn't it be easier to discuss the matter of the "Supreme Emperor" then?

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

This primordial world is getting more and more interesting.