Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan

The main hall of Zixiao Palace was filled with the aura of Taoism. Hongjun sat on a lotus platform, his indifferent gaze slowly sweeping over the immortals in the hall, passing over Dijun and Dongwanggong, and finally settling on Beiming Kunpeng.

The calm and even Daoist voice pierced through layers of celestial mist and resounded throughout the entire hall: "Kunpeng, you created the primordial script, awakened the wisdom of all living beings, and dispelled the ignorance of the ages; you were also the first to sever your obsessive corpse and attain the Dao fruit of the Primordial Golden Immortal."

"He possesses profound merits and his cultivation is at its peak, making him worthy of being the head of male immortals and ruling over countless immortals in the primordial world."

Upon hearing this, the immortals in the hall were instantly in an uproar, and discussions arose. Astonished gazes were all turned toward Kunpeng.

The golden imperial flames in Di Jun's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the imperial might of the demon race around him surged faintly. He had no interest in the position of the leader of the immortals, but if Kunpeng had this position, then things would be different.

The Eastern King Duke's face was ashen, and pure yang immortal energy surged around him. He had thought that the title of the leader of male immortals was rightfully his, but unexpectedly, Kunpeng had snatched it away. He was filled with jealousy and hatred.

Di Jun and Dong Wang Gong were about to take a step forward when they heard a voice.

Kunpeng slowly raised his head, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashing across his eyes. He then lowered his gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I appreciate the Dao Ancestor's kindness. However, I am by nature carefree and lazy, and have always only wished to guard the Northern Darkness, remaining indifferent to the conflicts of the primordial world. The head of the male immortals bears immense power and responsibility, needing to coordinate the officials of the Three Realms and restore order to the primordial world. I am truly unfit for this task," Kunpeng said.

After saying that, he glanced slightly to the side, glancing indifferently in the direction of the Three Pure Ones, his tone full of hidden meaning: "Fellow Daoist Taiqing is the transformation of Pangu's primordial spirit, the true lineage of Pangu, and also bears the legacy of the creation of the world."

"Fellow Daoist Dijun founded the demon race, enabling all races to coexist in harmony, and he also carries the destiny of the Nine-Nine Emperors."

"Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong was born from the first wisp of pure Yang energy of heaven and earth, and his destiny is extremely Yang and noble. Fellow Daoists, in terms of seniority, destiny, and temperament, you are all more suitable for this position than I am."

Hongjun's gaze narrowed slightly, and his Daoist aura faltered slightly. After a moment, he spoke calmly, "So be it. Since you are unwilling, let this matter be dropped."

He changed the subject and looked directly at the Eastern King Duke, his voice majestic: "Eastern King Duke, you are the first wisp of yang energy to take form at the beginning of heaven and earth, in accordance with the pure yang principle of the heavenly way."

"I hereby bestow upon you the supreme innate spiritual treasure, the Dragon Head Staff, and appoint you as the head of the male immortals, in charge of the male immortals of the primordial world, to quell the chaos of the primordial world, and to establish the order of immortals."

The Eastern King Duke's anger instantly turned to joy. Overjoyed, he hurriedly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you for your mercy, Sage. Donghua will certainly work diligently and conscientiously to uphold justice in the primordial world, restore clarity to heaven and earth, and live up to the Sage's kindness in nurturing me!"

He solemnly accepted the dragon-headed cane, which shone with brilliant light, and a vast and pure innate spiritual power surged into his body. Instantly, Dong Wanggong felt his cultivation level rise dramatically.

In the next instant, Dong Wanggong seized the opportunity to slay the evil corpse and break through to the Quasi-Saint realm.

He completely disregarded the various gazes of the immortals in the hall, regarding them merely as envy and jealousy.

He knew in his heart that this dragon-headed cane was a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, and the path of severing the three corpses was divided into different grades. The higher the grade of the spiritual treasure on which one relied, the stronger one's strength would be after severing the three corpses.

Previously, his companion spirit treasure was robbed by Kunpeng, and he, being proud and arrogant, was unwilling to use a low-level innate spirit treasure to sever his corpse.

Now that I have obtained this top-grade spiritual treasure, the path to severing my corpse and attaining enlightenment has been paved.

Thinking of this, his gaze toward Kunpeng grew increasingly sinister, and hatred surged within him: Kunpeng, you rejected the sage's favor, but instead you granted my wish!

I will never forget the grudge you took from me when you stole my magical treasure, and I will repay you a hundredfold in the future!

And Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, you demons have oppressed me, and I will settle this score sooner or later!

Dongwanggong was already planning in his heart that once he had completely taken control of the male immortals' power and consolidated his cultivation, he would take back all the humiliations he had suffered in the past.

"Good." Hongjun nodded calmly, his face expressionless, regarding the Eastern King Duke as a pawn in his grand scheme of the primordial world, and secretly hoping that he would not fail to live up to his plans.

Then, Hongjun turned his gaze to the Queen Mother of the West in the crowd and said in a deep voice, "Queen Mother of the West, you were formed from the first wisp of Yin energy in the world, and you are in harmony with the King Father of the East."

"I hereby appoint you as the head of all female immortals, to rule over all female immortals in the primordial world, and bestow upon you the supreme innate spiritual treasure, the Plain-Colored Cloud Banner, to protect you and maintain order within the immortal realm."

The Queen Mother of the West was startled, never expecting the sage to call her name.

She was far from being as short-sighted as the Eastern King Duke; she knew that the current situation in the prehistoric world was turbulent and unpredictable, and that the decrees of the sages could not be disobeyed.

She knew she didn't possess the immense merit of a Kunpeng, and therefore had no right to refuse; if she disobeyed, she would surely be punished by heaven.

Immediately, she gently lifted her hand and steadily accepted the plain-colored cloud banner. Suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, she curtsied and bowed respectfully, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for bestowing this treasure. This junior will certainly obey Your Majesty's decree, fulfill my mission, and work hand in hand with the Eastern King to restore order to the Primordial Immortal Realm."

Hongjun's expression remained indifferent, his majestic voice echoing in all directions, penetrating the hearts of all the immortals: "The two of you must work together to maintain the peace of the primordial world, restore order to the chaotic world, and not disappoint me."

The Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother exchanged a glance, then bowed in unison and replied, "We obey!"

The Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother exchanged a glance, then bowed in unison and replied, "We obey!"

The cultivators inside the hall looked at the two of them with varying expressions.

Some people are filled with envy, coveting the position of the Immortal Leader and the supreme innate spiritual treasure.

Some people looked indifferent, seeing through the underlying cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao.

Some people were secretly plotting and scheming.

Everyone knows that the blessings bestowed by the sages are never given for nothing. Accepting the position of the Immortal Leader and the innate spiritual treasure is equivalent to accepting the karmic consequences of the Heavenly Dao and shouldering the heavy responsibility of restoring order to the prehistoric world.

Before the Heavenly Sage, all living beings in the primordial world are like ants, having no right to refuse. If they dare to refuse in public, they will be disrespecting the Sage, and their fate will be unimaginable.

Only Kunpeng dared to speak frankly and refuse. In the eyes of the immortals, this move seemed foolish, but everyone knew the truth.

Kunpeng was able to refuse the sage because it possessed the great merit of creating characters, which gave it the confidence to defy the sage's will. This was a power that all the immortals of the primordial world could only dream of.

Thus, the positions of the male and female immortal leaders in the primordial world were completely settled.

Hongjun's gaze slowly swept over the immortals in the hall once more, his expression remaining indifferent, and he slowly spoke: "After the First Yuan Hui, I will begin the third Zixiao Lecture, which will also be the last."

"At that time, I will personally impart to you the way of the sages and unravel the ultimate truth of the Heavenly Way."

After speaking, he gently flicked his sleeve, and the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened. The Daoist aura around him gradually flowed and became ethereal, and his figure became blurred in the golden light, eventually disappearing completely into the world.

All the cultivators in the hall rose to their feet, their expressions ranging from barely suppressed excitement to profound solemnity. They all bowed deeply and paid their respects in the direction where Hongjun had departed.

A moment later, the hall was filled with flashes of light as powerful figures from all walks of life used their escape techniques to depart one after another, and the magnificent Zixiao Palace gradually returned to silence.

Just as Kunpeng stepped out of Zixiao Palace, intending to pursue Zhunti and settle scores for his usurpation of the Zixiao throne, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

"Kunpeng, the karma between us should be completely resolved today!"

Seeing the Eastern King Duke blocking his way, Kunpeng's expression instantly turned cold, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he was secretly annoyed: This Eastern King Duke has just received the sage's reward, yet he is so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, he is truly a persistent ghost!

His body surged with the murderous aura of the Northern Darkness, his tone icy and fearless as he retorted sharply, "When it comes to settling scores, I am ready at any time! If you insist on provoking me, be prepared to perish in the Northern Darkness and stain the primordial world with blood. Go ahead and attack!"

In Kunpeng's view, Dongwanggong had just broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm with the help of a Sage's spiritual treasure. His realm was not yet stable, so he became arrogant and conceited, relying on the spiritual treasure for support. He was completely unable to see the gap between his own strength and that of his own.

It was an utterly foolish move, and even if he were to accept the challenge, he would have no fear whatsoever.

The cultivators inside the hall looked at the two of them with varying expressions.

Some people are filled with envy, coveting the position of the Immortal Leader and the supreme innate spiritual treasure.

Some people looked indifferent, seeing through the underlying cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao.

Some people were secretly plotting and scheming.

Everyone knows that the blessings bestowed by the sages are never given for nothing. Accepting the position of the Immortal Leader and the innate spiritual treasure is equivalent to accepting the karmic consequences of the Heavenly Dao and shouldering the heavy responsibility of restoring order to the prehistoric world.

Before the Heavenly Sage, all living beings in the primordial world are like ants, having no right to refuse. If they dare to refuse in public, they will be disrespecting the Sage, and their fate will be unimaginable.

Only Kunpeng dared to speak frankly and refuse. In the eyes of the immortals, this move seemed foolish, but everyone knew the truth.

Kunpeng was able to refuse the sage because it possessed the great merit of creating characters, which gave it the confidence to defy the sage's will. This was a power that all the immortals of the primordial world could only dream of.

Thus, the positions of the male and female immortal leaders in the primordial world were completely settled.

Hongjun's gaze slowly swept over the immortals in the hall once more, his expression remaining indifferent, and he slowly spoke: "After the First Yuan Hui, I will begin the third Zixiao Lecture, which will also be the last."

"At that time, I will personally impart to you the way of the sages and unravel the ultimate truth of the Heavenly Way."

After speaking, he gently flicked his sleeve, and the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened. The Daoist aura around him gradually flowed and became ethereal, and his figure became blurred in the golden light, eventually disappearing completely into the world.

All the cultivators in the hall rose to their feet, their expressions ranging from barely suppressed excitement to profound solemnity. They all bowed deeply and paid their respects in the direction where Hongjun had departed.

A moment later, the hall was filled with flashes of light as powerful figures from all walks of life used their escape techniques to depart one after another, and the magnificent Zixiao Palace gradually returned to silence.

Just as Kunpeng stepped out of Zixiao Palace, intending to pursue Zhunti and settle scores for his usurpation of the Zixiao throne, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

"Kunpeng, the karma between us should be completely resolved today!"

Seeing the Eastern King Duke blocking his way, Kunpeng's expression instantly turned cold, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he was secretly annoyed: This Eastern King Duke has just received the sage's reward, yet he is so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, he is truly a persistent ghost!

His body surged with the murderous aura of the Northern Darkness, his tone icy and fearless as he retorted sharply, "When it comes to settling scores, I am ready at any time! If you insist on provoking me, be prepared to perish in the Northern Darkness and stain the primordial world with blood. Go ahead and attack!"

In Kunpeng's view, Dongwanggong had just broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm with the help of a Sage's spiritual treasure. His realm was not yet stable, so he became arrogant and conceited, relying on the spiritual treasure for support. He was completely unable to see the gap between his own strength and that of his own.

It was an utterly foolish move, and even if he were to accept the challenge, he would have no fear whatsoever.

The Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother exchanged a glance, then bowed in unison and replied, "We obey!"

The cultivators inside the hall looked at the two of them with varying expressions.

Some people are filled with envy, coveting the position of the Immortal Leader and the supreme innate spiritual treasure.

Some people looked indifferent, seeing through the underlying cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao.

Some people were secretly plotting and scheming.

Everyone knows that the blessings bestowed by the sages are never given for nothing. Accepting the position of the Immortal Leader and the innate spiritual treasure is equivalent to accepting the karmic consequences of the Heavenly Dao and shouldering the heavy responsibility of restoring order to the prehistoric world.

Before the Heavenly Sage, all living beings in the primordial world are like ants, having no right to refuse. If they dare to refuse in public, they will be disrespecting the Sage, and their fate will be unimaginable.

Only Kunpeng dared to speak frankly and refuse. In the eyes of the immortals, this move seemed foolish, but everyone knew the truth.

Kunpeng was able to refuse the sage because it possessed the great merit of creating characters, which gave it the confidence to defy the sage's will. This was a power that all the immortals of the primordial world could only dream of.

Thus, the positions of the male and female immortal leaders in the primordial world were completely settled.

Hongjun's gaze slowly swept over the immortals in the hall once more, his expression remaining indifferent, and he slowly spoke: "After the First Yuan Hui, I will begin the third Zixiao Lecture, which will also be the last."

"At that time, I will personally impart to you the way of the sages and unravel the ultimate truth of the Heavenly Way."

After speaking, he gently flicked his sleeve, and the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened. The Daoist aura around him gradually flowed and became ethereal, and his figure became blurred in the golden light, eventually disappearing completely into the world.

All the cultivators in the hall rose to their feet, their expressions ranging from barely suppressed excitement to profound solemnity. They all bowed deeply and paid their respects in the direction where Hongjun had departed.

A moment later, the hall was filled with flashes of light as powerful figures from all walks of life used their escape techniques to depart one after another, and the magnificent Zixiao Palace gradually returned to silence.

Just as Kunpeng stepped out of Zixiao Palace, intending to pursue Zhunti and settle scores for his usurpation of the Zixiao throne, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

"Kunpeng, the karma between us should be completely resolved today!"

Seeing the Eastern King Duke blocking his way, Kunpeng's expression instantly turned cold, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he was secretly annoyed: This Eastern King Duke has just received the sage's reward, yet he is so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, he is truly a persistent ghost!

His body surged with the murderous aura of the Northern Darkness, his tone icy and fearless as he retorted sharply, "When it comes to settling scores, I am ready at any time! If you insist on provoking me, be prepared to perish in the Northern Darkness and stain the primordial world with blood. Go ahead and attack!"

In Kunpeng's view, Dongwanggong had just broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm with the help of a Sage's spiritual treasure. His realm was not yet stable, so he became arrogant and conceited, relying on the spiritual treasure for support. He was completely unable to see the gap between his own strength and that of his own.

It was an utterly foolish move, and even if he were to accept the challenge, he would have no fear whatsoever.

The cultivators inside the hall looked at the two of them with varying expressions.

Some people are filled with envy, coveting the position of the Immortal Leader and the supreme innate spiritual treasure.

Some people looked indifferent, seeing through the underlying cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao.

Some people were secretly plotting and scheming.

Everyone knows that the blessings bestowed by the sages are never given for nothing. Accepting the position of the Immortal Leader and the innate spiritual treasure is equivalent to accepting the karmic consequences of the Heavenly Dao and shouldering the heavy responsibility of restoring order to the prehistoric world.

Before the Heavenly Sage, all living beings in the primordial world are like ants, having no right to refuse. If they dare to refuse in public, they will be disrespecting the Sage, and their fate will be unimaginable.

Only Kunpeng dared to speak frankly and refuse. In the eyes of the immortals, this move seemed foolish, but everyone knew the truth.

Kunpeng was able to refuse the sage because it possessed the great merit of creating characters, which gave it the confidence to defy the sage's will. This was a power that all the immortals of the primordial world could only dream of.

Thus, the positions of the male and female immortal leaders in the primordial world were completely settled.

Hongjun's gaze slowly swept over the immortals in the hall once more, his expression remaining indifferent, and he slowly spoke: "After the First Yuan Hui, I will begin the third Zixiao Lecture, which will also be the last."

"At that time, I will personally impart to you the way of the sages and unravel the ultimate truth of the Heavenly Way."

After speaking, he gently flicked his sleeve, and the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened. The Daoist aura around him gradually flowed and became ethereal, and his figure became blurred in the golden light, eventually disappearing completely into the world.

All the cultivators in the hall rose to their feet, their expressions ranging from barely suppressed excitement to profound solemnity. They all bowed deeply and paid their respects in the direction where Hongjun had departed.

A moment later, the hall was filled with flashes of light as powerful figures from all walks of life used their escape techniques to depart one after another, and the magnificent Zixiao Palace gradually returned to silence.

Just as Kunpeng stepped out of Zixiao Palace, intending to pursue Zhunti and settle scores for his usurpation of the Zixiao throne, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

"Kunpeng, the karma between us should be completely resolved today!"

Seeing the Eastern King Duke blocking his way, Kunpeng's expression instantly turned cold, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he was secretly annoyed: This Eastern King Duke has just received the sage's reward, yet he is so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, he is truly a persistent ghost!

His body surged with the murderous aura of the Northern Darkness, his tone icy and fearless as he retorted sharply, "When it comes to settling scores, I am ready at any time! If you insist on provoking me, be prepared to perish in the Northern Darkness and stain the primordial world with blood. Go ahead and attack!"

In Kunpeng's view, Dongwanggong had just broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm with the help of a Sage's spiritual treasure. His realm was not yet stable, so he became arrogant and conceited, relying on the spiritual treasure for support. He was completely unable to see the gap between his own strength and that of his own.

It was an utterly foolish move, and even if he were to accept the challenge, he would have no fear whatsoever.

The Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother exchanged a glance, then bowed in unison and replied, "We obey!"

The cultivators inside the hall looked at the two of them with varying expressions.

Some people are filled with envy, coveting the position of the Immortal Leader and the supreme innate spiritual treasure.

Some people looked indifferent, seeing through the underlying cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao.

Some people were secretly plotting and scheming.

Everyone knows that the blessings bestowed by the sages are never given for nothing. Accepting the position of the Immortal Leader and the innate spiritual treasure is equivalent to accepting the karmic consequences of the Heavenly Dao and shouldering the heavy responsibility of restoring order to the prehistoric world.

Before the Heavenly Sage, all living beings in the primordial world are like ants, having no right to refuse. If they dare to refuse in public, they will be disrespecting the Sage, and their fate will be unimaginable.

Only Kunpeng dared to speak frankly and refuse. In the eyes of the immortals, this move seemed foolish, but everyone knew the truth.

Kunpeng was able to refuse the sage because it possessed the great merit of creating characters, which gave it the confidence to defy the sage's will. This was a power that all the immortals of the primordial world could only dream of.

Thus, the positions of the male and female immortal leaders in the primordial world were completely settled.

Hongjun's gaze slowly swept over the immortals in the hall once more, his expression remaining indifferent, and he slowly spoke: "After the First Yuan Hui, I will begin the third Zixiao Lecture, which will also be the last."

"At that time, I will personally impart to you the way of the sages and unravel the ultimate truth of the Heavenly Way."

After speaking, he gently flicked his sleeve, and the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened. The Daoist aura around him gradually flowed and became ethereal, and his figure became blurred in the golden light, eventually disappearing completely into the world.

All the cultivators in the hall rose to their feet, their expressions ranging from barely suppressed excitement to profound solemnity. They all bowed deeply and paid their respects in the direction where Hongjun had departed.

A moment later, the hall was filled with flashes of light as powerful figures from all walks of life used their escape techniques to depart one after another, and the magnificent Zixiao Palace gradually returned to silence.

Just as Kunpeng stepped out of Zixiao Palace, intending to pursue Zhunti and settle scores for his usurpation of the Zixiao throne, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

"Kunpeng, the karma between us should be completely resolved today!"

Seeing the Eastern King Duke blocking his way, Kunpeng's expression instantly turned cold, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he was secretly annoyed: This Eastern King Duke has just received the sage's reward, yet he is so ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, he is truly a persistent ghost!

His body surged with the murderous aura of the Northern Darkness, his tone icy and fearless as he retorted sharply, "When it comes to settling scores, I am ready at any time! If you insist on provoking me, be prepared to perish in the Northern Darkness and stain the primordial world with blood. Go ahead and attack!"

In Kunpeng's view, Dongwanggong had just broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm with the help of a Sage's spiritual treasure. His realm was not yet stable, so he became arrogant and conceited, relying on the spiritual treasure for support. He was completely unable to see the gap between his own strength and that of his own.

It was an utterly foolish move, and even if he were to accept the challenge, he would have no fear whatsoever.