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

Chapter 40 I don't understand technology, but I respect it.

The Eastern King's expression was rather unpleasant.

He coughed lightly, about to speak, when a hearty laugh suddenly came from the horizon: "Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong has graced the West with his presence! I have failed to greet you properly!"

Zhunti, accompanied by Maitreya and Ksitigarbha, flew from afar and landed in front of the Eastern King Duke.

He was all smiles, bowing with his hands clasped in greeting, his enthusiasm was impeccable.

The Eastern King's expression softened slightly, and he returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, you are too kind. I have come here specifically to visit you, my fellow Daoist from the West, to show my goodwill."

He winked at the Taoist priest with the star-shaped crown.

The Star-Crowned Daoist hurriedly stepped forward and presented the "gifts"—a Chaos Stone, the remains of a ferocious beast, and a jade slip with Dao patterns.

Zhunti's eyes lit up slightly.

This is great stuff!

The West has been poor for so many years, so treasures of this caliber are rare.

But he remained outwardly composed, still smiling broadly: "Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong is too kind! How could I possibly accept this?"

"Yes, yes," Dong Wanggong waved his hand.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation."

He paused, then changed the subject: "To be honest, besides visiting you, I have another matter to discuss with you on this trip."

Zhunti smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, please speak."

The Eastern King Duke cleared his throat, adopting a sincere and open tone: "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, you and I are considered classmates in the Zixiao Palace, so I won't beat around the bush. The Celestial Court now occupies the Heavenly Court and is in dire need of talent. Fellow Daoist Zhunti and Fellow Daoist Jieyin are both disciples of the Dao Ancestor, with boundless futures. If you wish to join the Celestial Court, I will certainly treat you with high rank and share in the Heavenly Court's fortune!"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Maitreya and Ksitigarbha behind Zhunti, and he added, "If my two esteemed disciples are willing to accompany me, the Celestial Court will certainly give them important positions!"

Zhunti listened, his smile unchanged, only shaking his head slightly: "I appreciate Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong's kindness. However—"

He paused, then sighed: "Fellow Daoist, you may not know this, but in the West, we value pragmatism. We bury ourselves in diligent cultivation, work steadily, and do not compete or vie for anything. Entering the Celestial Court and enjoying a high position is truly not what we seek."

Dong Wanggong was stunned.

pragmatic?

What does this mean?

He glanced at the Western monks around him who were still engrossed in studying the strange artifacts, and then at Zhunti's sincere face, unsure of what to say.

Maitreya chimed in, "Your Majesty, my master meant that we Westerners aren't good at all those intricate schemes. We just know how to work, research, and repair spiritual veins. I've heard that your Celestial Court is full of meetings, factionalism, and power struggles every day. We wouldn't be able to adapt to that."

The Eastern King's face stiffened.

Daoist Xingguan quickly smoothed things over, saying, "Fellow Daoist Maitreya is joking. The Celestial Court is perfectly orderly; how could there be any power struggles?"

Maitreya scratched his head, looking completely innocent: "Really? Then how come I heard that the Celestial Court, with over a hundred Grand Luo Immortals, couldn't even defeat a few Ancestral Witches?"

Dongwanggong:

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Star Crown Taoist:

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Ksitigarbha quietly tugged at Maitreya's sleeve and transmitted his voice, "Senior brother, your words are too direct—"

Maitreya transmitted back telepathically: "What are you afraid of? We're not really going anyway. Our ancestor said we can just eat his food and use his things, we don't have to do any work. Since we're not doing any work, so what if we offend him?"

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Ksitigarbha was speechless.

Dong Wanggong took a deep breath, suppressing his surging anger.

He realized that the Western master and his disciples had no intention of entering the Celestial Court.

But he was not willing to give up.

He turned to look at those strange and unusual objects and suddenly had an idea.

"Fellow Daoist Zhunti," he began.

"I don't understand your technologies. But I understand resources and talent."

He pointed to the objects: "These things need materials, right? They need spiritual energy, right? They need room for trial and error, right?"

Zhunti squinted slightly.

He gestured for her to continue.

The Eastern King Duke continued, "The West is barren; these things probably won't last long. But if we enter the Celestial Court, the Heavenly Court has plenty of resources, spiritual energy, and room for trial and error!"

He paused, then raised his voice slightly: "I don't need you to fight for the Celestial Court, nor do I need you to take sides or vie for power. I only need you—to help the Celestial Court research these technologies! Array formations, weapon crafting, runes, ley lines—these are things you excel at!"

"In return, you may use any of the Heavenly Court's resources!"

Upon hearing this, Zhunti was stunned.

Maitreya and Ksitigarbha's eyes lit up instantly.

Resources! Use them freely!

What do they lack most? Resources, of course!

Maitreya frantically glared at Zhun: Master! Promise him! Promise him now!

Ksitigarbha also looked on with anticipation.

Zhunti remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong, is what you say true?"

The Eastern King puffed out his chest: "I am the ruler of the Celestial Court, and my word is law!"

Zhunti smiled.

That smile was sincere and radiant.

"In that case, it would be impolite of me to refuse."

He winked at Maitreya and Ksitigarbha.

The two immediately understood and stepped forward together, bowing to the Eastern King: "Thank you, Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor!"

The Eastern King nodded in satisfaction.

Although they didn't manage to win over Zhunti himself, these two disciples—they seem quite capable. Taking them back and studying their strange and unusual techniques might actually come in handy.

As he was thinking, Maitreya approached him eagerly, "Your Majesty, when are we going to the Heavenly Court? Shall we leave now? By the way, does the Heavenly Court have any high-quality sun stones? We desperately need sun stones to research that ley line guiding device! Also, Chaos Refined Gold, Five Elements Spiritual Jade, and Nine Yang True Water."

The corner of Dongwanggong's mouth twitched.

Is it really that direct?

Xingguan Daoist hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist Maitreya, don't worry, things will be arranged when we arrive at the Heavenly Court."

"No rush, no rush," Maitreya waved his hand. "I'm just asking, so I have a better idea."

Ksitigarbha also chimed in: "By the way, Your Majesty, does the Heavenly Court have a dedicated weapon-refining room? Preferably one that can withstand explosions so we can conduct experiments, since they occasionally explode."

Dongwanggong: "————"

It occasionally explodes?

He suddenly felt a little regretful.

But the words have already been spoken and cannot be taken back.

He could only nod with a forced laugh: "Yes, we have them all."

Zhunti watched from the side, his smile carrying a profound meaning.

The two apprentices went to the Celestial Court, where they ate and used the resources of the Eastern King Duke and studied his techniques. As for work—they dragged it out and postponed it whenever possible. After all, these Westerners valued "pragmatism"; once they had the resources, nothing else mattered.

As for whether the Eastern King Duke can get what he wants from them—

Who knows?

Anyway, what my older brother says is always right.

On the edge of the western continent, Emperor Yi's clone still stood in the same spot.

He watched the golden light receding into the distance—Maitreya and Ksitigarbha had followed the Eastern King Duke, their faces full of excitement, chattering incessantly.

Emperor Yi's clone smiled.

"Go ahead, go ahead."

he murmured.

"Eat his food, use his things, and take them back. Anyway, he can't understand what you're researching."

He turned around and continued to focus on repairing the spiritual veins.

"This balance—it takes time."

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