Primordial Era: When a Good Guy Awakens a Morally Unethical System

"Of course you can choose other people, but no one is more obsessed with making the West prosper than Jieyin and Zhunti. Just like you and Zhen Yuanzi, you just randomly picked a place of practice, which happens to be in the West. If you were asked to change your place of practice, he would do it as long as the location was suitable."

Unlike Jieyin and Zhunti, although their actions and styles differed, their hearts were truly devoted to the West, and they would rather die in the West. Perhaps it was because Hongyun's sainthood had earned him face, but he was unusually patient today.

Hongyun was still somewhat unconvinced: "Zhen Yuanzi won't change his dojo; he still has to protect his brothers! The roots of the ginseng fruit tree are there, and so are his; he won't leave!"

"So, are you Eastern or Western cultivators?" Luo Hou raised his eyes and asked disdainfully.

"That's naturally... an Eastern cultivator," Hongyun chuckled sheepishly.

At this point, who would want to become a Western cultivator, associating themselves with Jieyin and Zhunti? It's all about shamelessness from the start.

Luo Hou rolled his eyes at Hong Yun. If it weren't for his insistence, would there be any Primordial Purple Qi?

"Therefore, Jieyin's position as a saint is a foregone conclusion and no one can change it. As long as he is useful to the West, the Heavenly Dao will not abandon him. That's why the Dao Ancestor helped Jieyin when he was besieged, stopping them from fighting for the Primordial Purple Qi."

"Huh? What did the Dao Ancestor send me here for? Could it be that he wants me to help him become a saint?" Hongyun suddenly had a thought, and her face instantly turned to horror.

"But becoming a saint is a personal matter. How can I help him?" It's good enough that Hongyun isn't causing trouble, let alone helping him. Impossible!

Is it because they didn't want him to cause trouble that they called him in and locked him up?

Luo Hou saw through Hong Yun's thoughts: "I called you here for two things. First, to warn you not to sabotage the process of guiding people to sainthood again. You are now a Heavenly Saint and subject to the Heavenly Dao. Second, although I used my own body to transform into the Demon Realm, I still cannot leave Zixiao Palace. The Demon Realm needs someone to manage it."

"You want me to manage the Demon Realm?" Hongyun was in a very difficult position. It wasn't that she was unwilling to do it, but that she really didn't want to.

There's not a single person in the Demon Realm, so who are we supposed to manage? And what about tending to those flowers and plants?

Luo Hou finally ran out of patience and glared at him: "You are a Heavenly Dao Saint! You are a Heavenly Dao Saint!"

"I've already told you you're bound by the laws of Heaven, yet you still want to manage the Demon Realm. Are you too free, or have you lost your mind?"

Hongyun was speechless, but dared not argue back. She could only passively endure the scolding, muttering all sorts of complaints in her mind.

After he had finished cursing, Luo Hou revealed his purpose: "Send your good brother to the Demon Realm!"

Hongyun looked up at him, but remained silent.

He couldn't be in charge of Zhen Yuanzi's affairs; this was such a big deal, what if it made Zhen Yuanzi resentful of Heaven? Jieyin and Zhunti already hated Zhen Yuanzi, and if they managed to find a loophole, even if he went to save them, it might not be in time.

"No, Master, Zhen Yuanzi isn't a demonic cultivator, how can he handle matters of the demon realm!" Hongyun tried to help Zhen Yuanzi get rid of this troublesome matter.

"If he won't go, then let his three corpses go. In short, this matter is entrusted to you. If you don't handle it well, you'll be kneeling at the gate of Zixiao Palace!" Luo Hou directly resorted to shamelessness, regardless of whether the other party was willing or not.

If Hongyun, a sage, were to kneel at the gates of Zixiao Palace immediately after achieving sainthood, it would be a major event that all living beings in the primordial world would be watching and gossiping about. At that time, he wouldn't need to see anyone; he could hide his face and live in anonymity!