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

Chapter 37 Speak Up Quickly

The Lingxiao Palace was now in complete disarray.

The Eastern King Duke sat high on the imperial throne, looking at the core area of ​​the Celestial Court that had been ravaged by the Witch Clan, feeling an indescribable sense of frustration.

Kuafu's palm print remains on the pillars of the temple, a large section of the ground has collapsed, and piles of rubble and stones that have not yet been cleared are still in the corners.

Through the broken roof, one can see the collapsed pavilions, broken corridors, and countless celestial officials scrambling to clean up the mess.

This feels like I've suffered a lot.

I really suffered a lot.

The Eastern King's hand holding the dragon-headed cane trembled slightly, not from anger, but from heartache.

The wealth accumulated over thousands of years was squandered by those barbarians of the Wu tribe, losing at least 40% to 50% of it!

"Who did I offend?" he muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the hall.

"Isn't it just about inspecting the land on behalf of Heaven and restoring order to the primordial world? Shouldn't we address those barbaric acts of the strong preying on the weak and the big fish eating the small fish? Only I—only I can lead all living beings of the primordial world to peace!"

As he talked, he started to believe it himself.

The only response he received was the faint sound of repairs coming from outside the palace.

Dongwanggong took a deep breath and glanced at the dozens of celestial officials standing in the hall.

"The Celestial Court has over a hundred Great Luo Immortals," he said slowly, his voice low.

"They simply couldn't withstand the ancestral witches coming to their door. Tell me, what are they even good for?"

The hall was deathly silent.

The celestial officials lowered their heads, none daring to speak.

Looking at those bowed heads, Dong Wanggong felt even angrier.

He knew, of course, that half of these so-called Great Luo Immortals were forcibly promoted by relying on the fortune of the Celestial Court.

If a real fight breaks out, it would be good if one out of ten could be a match for Gonggong.

The majority of those who are merely pretending to be skilled musicians are actually just pretending.

But these words cannot be spoken aloud, for if they are, people's hearts will be scattered.

"Sigh—" he sighed and leaned back on the throne.

"There's still a lack of talent."

He paused, then continued, "Tell me, besides magic weapons, formations, and recruiting rogue cultivators, what other methods can be used to awe my Celestial Court?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a person stepped forward from the left side of the queue.

He was a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a blue robe, with a thin face and three long wisps of beard, giving him a somewhat otherworldly and venerable appearance.

He was an old friend of Dongwanggong when he traveled in the prehistoric world in his early years. After listening to the Dao at Zixiao Palace, he joined the Immortal Court and can be considered one of the elders.

The Taoist in green cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I believe that only the Primordial Purple Qi can form the foundation of our Celestial Court."

Upon hearing this, the hall fell into an instant silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.

Primordial purple aura.

The foundation for sainthood.

Everyone's eyes lit up—but then quickly dimmed again.

The Eastern King Duke stared at the Taoist in blue, his gaze unfathomable: "Primordial Purple Qi? Do you dare to take it? Do you dare to kill Kunpeng?"

The Taoist in green was stunned for a moment, and half of his otherworldly demeanor vanished instantly.

"This—this—" He coughed twice, his gaze beginning to wander.

"What I mean is—if we could obtain the Primordial Purple Qi, that would naturally be good. But how to obtain it requires careful consideration—"

"Let's take a long-term view?" Dong Wanggong sneered.

"Kunpeng resides in the Northern Sea, accompanied by Bai Ze and Fuxi, and backed by countless demons. Go and devise a plan for me to consider."

The Taoist priest in green shrank back and remained silent.

The hall was once again deathly silent.

Just then, a voice came from the right: "To solve problems, you don't necessarily have to resort to violence."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

The Star-Crowned Taoist walked out slowly, stood with his hands behind his back, his chin slightly raised, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Dong Wanggong frowned: "Spit it out."

He's living like a cat on a hot tin roof, and has no interest in watching people put on airs.

The Star-Crowned Daoist's lips twitched, but he still maintained his superior demeanor and slowly spoke: "Your Majesty, the Celestial Court now occupies the Heavenly Court, which is formed from the pure energy of Pangu's head and is one of the highest-ranking holy lands in the primordial world."

With such resources, why resort to violence?

He paused, then raised his voice slightly: "We can—be open, inclusive, and share resources, and strive to recruit disciples of the Xuanmen sect for the use of the Celestial Court!"

The Eastern King was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"That means..." Master Xingguan stepped forward and began to speak eloquently.

"We will cultivate a group of Xuanmen disciples loyal to the Celestial Court! Based in the Heavenly Court, we will recruit talented individuals and provide cultivation resources..."

Opportunity to preach.

Once they grow up, they will naturally be drawn to the Celestial Court. At that time, if we appropriately grant them some authority and allow them to participate in the affairs of the Celestial Court, wouldn't these people then become our people?

The Eastern King Duke seemed to be thinking about it, and it seemed feasible.

The Star-Crowned Taoist continued, "The Three Pure Ones are direct disciples of the Taoist Ancestor and cannot be harmed. But what about the others?"

The two from the West, Hongyun and Minghe, are all guests of Zixiao Palace and have enormous potential!

If we can win them over, even just by becoming friendly, it would be a great help!

The Eastern King's eyes lit up.

"The two from the West, Hongyun and Styx—" he murmured repeatedly, then suddenly frowned, as if he had noticed something was amiss.

"Wait, Hongyun and Minghe? What happened to them?"

Xingguan Daoren sighed inwardly.

Why does this leader ask about everything? Just listen to advice.

But on the surface, he patiently explained, "Your Majesty, Hongyun and Minghe are people who have come into contact with the Primordial Purple Qi! Even if it was only a brief contact, what does that prove?"

This shows they have enormous potential! Who knows, maybe that primordial purple energy has already been hidden within them all along? Truth and falsehood, who can say for sure?

He lowered his voice: "These things don't need evidence. As long as the beings of the primordial world think they are potential, they are valuable. If valuable people have come to the Celestial Court, then won't all the beings flock here?"

Dongwanggong suddenly realized, "That makes sense!"

"As for Hongyun," Xingguan Daoren smiled slightly.

"He's known as a really good person. He won't refuse to help you if you ask."

Dongwanggong nodded repeatedly, then suddenly remembered something: "Where should we go first?"

The Star-Crowned Taoist was prepared: "West, Mount Sumeru."

"The West?" Dong Wanggong frowned.

"That place is dirt poor, what would you do there?"

"Precisely because we're poor!" The Star-Crowned Taoist's eyes lit up.

"What does poverty mean? It means that you can easily bring them something and they will be eternally grateful! Your Majesty, think about it, those two from the West have just obtained the Primordial Purple Qi, and they are at the height of their power. If we bring gifts to their door to show goodwill, do you think they will refuse us entry?"

Dongwanggong thought about it and felt it made sense.

He stood up, walked to the treasury at the back of the hall, and began rummaging through the chests and cabinets.

A moment later, he came out carrying a pile of things.

Stardust fragments—a small handful, about two ounces.

A few pieces of ordinary ore, of average quality.

There were also some scraps that I couldn't name, piled together, barely forming a small heap.

The Star-Crowned Taoist's lips twitched as he looked at the pile of "gifts".

Is he trying to fob off a beggar?

Even a dog wouldn't want it.

Sigh, I should still remind him; he's really worried sick about this Celestial Court.

The Star-Crowned Daoist spoke with some difficulty, "Your Majesty—this—isn't it a bit insincere?"

Dongwanggong was taken aback. He looked down at the pile of things, then at Xingguan Daoren's expression, and his old face turned red for once.

"Ahem—it is indeed a bit too little."

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