Chapter 121: The Founders of the Nine Hun Yuan Immortals

The First Qionglou, Gambling Stone District.

The [Gambling Stone Immortal]’s mood was not pleasant today.

“Guide Immortal, are they truly the Ten Witches of Ling Shan?”

“That’s right!”

The [Guide Immortal] introduced the ginseng tree: “According to the Roasting Immortal, they were personally invited by Hong Jun and Yang Mei, said to be inspecting our Bai Yu Jing before deciding whether to join.”

“Understood.”

Jie Yin clenched the Seven Treasures Marvelous Tree in his hand, observing the two Witch Gods without expression.

You live on Ling Shan—how could a native spirit of Ling Shan like me not know?!

“Ling Shan, Ten Witches, Ling Shan… Is this coincidence—or deliberate?” Jie Yin pondered, feeling this could not be mere chance.

Just like how I, Jie Yin, constantly wear others’ disguises.

These Ten Witches of Ling Shan are very likely using the name ‘Ling Shan’ to deceive and swindle outsiders.

“Pangu’s axe! Who is trying to smear Ling Shan’s reputation!” Jie Yin felt these fellows had gone too far.

Our Ling Shan gleams with golden radiance—how glorious and majestic it is!

My dream, alongside my brother Zhunti, is to transform it into a supreme pure land, a paradise of bliss.

Now someone dares to tarnish Ling Shan.

“Hmph, don’t let me find out who you are—otherwise, I, Daoist Zhunti, will make you regret it!”

The Fifth Heavenly City.

Several founders of the Immortal Dao gathered together.

“The paths of Heaven, Earth, Humanity, Gods, and Ghosts—I think these hold the most potential.”

Yin Yang Daoist said, “The earth spirit techniques of the Qilin Clan are excellent Di Xian methods—could we acquire them?”

“Even if we acquire them, the founder is still from the Qilin Clan.”

Qian Kun Immortal said: “If we use their methods, and the Qilin Clan finds out, they will surely besiege Bai Yu Jing.”

“Just modify them a bit and use them,” Dian Dao Immortal, again performing performance art, hung upside-down in midair, drifting about.

“But the Qilin Clan’s path hasn’t even been fully opened yet—modifying it won’t help.”

Yang Mei said: “If we’re to establish the foundation of the Immortal Dao, these five paths must at least lead to Da Luo.”

“I agree with Yang Mei Daoist.”

Hong Jun Daoist said: “The Five Immortals of the Zhou Tian must each lead to Da Luo—otherwise, they’re insufficient to accomplish anything.”

“Then what do we do? First select the Hun Yuan Nine Immortals to open the realm?”

Yin Yang Immortal said: “That’s no small challenge.”

“For Ren Xian, you’ve chosen Nü Wa and Fu Xi; for Di Xian—surely not the ginseng fruit and Huang Zhongli?”

“What about Tian Xian, Zhen Xian, Xuan Xian, and Jin Xian!”

“Above Tai Yi and Da Luo, we still need to invent a nonexistent Hun Yuan—how do we even do that?”

Yang Mei said: “We’ve already found a candidate for Di Xian—though having the ginseng fruit take the role isn’t impossible.”

“For Tian Xian, choose the three shopkeepers of San Qing Dian.”

“For Zhen Xian…”

“We can give it a try!”

The [Tree Planting Immortal] Dong Hua Di Jun and the [Immortal of Immortality] Yao Chi appeared simultaneously.

Dong Hua Di Jun, riding a black tiger, laughed: “Perfect—we can now promote the banner ‘Universal Salvation of Immortals, Supreme True Fruit!’”

Yao Chi had a three-colored cat perched atop her head; she didn’t ask about the Hun Yuan Nine Immortals.

“I heard from the Roasting Immortal that two of the Ten Witches of Ling Shan are members of the Kai Ming Six Witches?”

At that moment, the three-colored cat perched atop Yao Chi’s head bared its claws, wildly excited: “Meow! Who’s stealing Kai Ming’s font size?!”

“Three-colored Cat” Lu Wu refused to accept this.

He hadn’t even appeared much in Hong Huang—how did these Witch Gods learn his title?

Kai Ming Beast was his title; Lu Wu was his [Primordial True Name].

Few spirits in all of Hong Huang should even know it.

Yao Chi also found this strange.

Where did these Witch Gods come from? How did they even dare impersonate her beloved pet’s name?

Yang Mei, seeing this, chuckled. He whispered: “Perhaps you could ask Daoist Wang Pan yourself.”

He and Hong Jun could invite these Witch Gods precisely because they knew something of their origins.

But now wasn’t the time to reveal everything.

“Let’s continue discussing the Hun Yuan Nine Immortals,” Dong Hua Di Jun said enthusiastically—he had attended the Opening of Heaven and found the Demon Dao’s Great Trial utterly spectacular.

Our Immortal Dao must also stage something grand!

San Qing Dian.

“Take care, everyone!”

The trio of Xiang Xuanqing smiled warmly as they saw off the three Witch Gods.

Hou Tu happily received new pills—the Zao Hua Dan—from Jing Yao Shang Zun.

Ju Mang had customized many novel arrays from Yu Chen Dao Jun.

Wu Luo, at Xiang Xuanqing’s place, had his defenses shattered again and again.

Little Mo Zu knew Xiang Xuanqing sold nothing good, so he bought nothing.

Shortly after Hou Tu and the others left, Xiang Xuanqing returned to the Zao Hua Cottage.

“Wind Friend, I have an order I’d like you to take.”

“What order?” Nü Wa stepped out from a scroll, holding a newly molded figurine.

It seemed the scrolls in the shop weren’t just storage—they were also her workshop.

“An order for a custom figurine.”

Xiang Xuanqing handed over a scroll.

“Huh? This…” Nü Wa glanced at the scroll, her expression peculiar.

This figure resembled Luo Hou, the Demon Patriarch she encountered during the Opening of Heaven’s demonic calamity, by about forty to fifty percent.

“What? Can’t you make it?”

“I can make it,” Nü Wa hesitated, “but won’t this cause problems?”

Nü Wa had made figurines of real deities before.

Many of her early works were modeled after her own appearance.

Like that elegant, golden-haired, long-legged girl.

But making figurines of other true spirits—she had never tried.

Because, like a spirit’s [True Name], a spirit’s form carries boundless power.

One misstep could offend them.

Even if the design in this scroll has been altered and isn’t identical to Luo Hou, it will still have an effect.

“The final shaping may not succeed,” Nü Wa admitted frankly—this was a highly challenging order.

“Don’t worry—I guarantee there will be no problems.”

Xiang Xuanqing swore confidently—he knew full well he couldn’t casually fabricate the forms of real deities.

That’s precisely why few true deities appear among the yewei in the Dao Zhen Jing.

“Go ahead boldly—if anything goes wrong, I’ll take responsibility!”

Xiang Xuanqing exchanged a few more words with Nü Wa, offering a few ideas.

Nü Wa’s eyes lit up, and she nodded decisively.

“Alright, I’ll take this order.”

“Perfect!” Xiang Xuanqing beamed.

“But…” Nü Wa’s eyes flickered with anticipation: “May I add some dialogue of my own?”

Xiang Xuanqing said: “Of course—first shape the figure according to this scroll’s design; for other aspects, you may freely improvise, as long as it fits the figurine’s characteristics.”

Designers always have their own preferences and obsessions—Xiang Xuanqing understood.

“Then it’s settled!” Nü Wa’s lips curved upward, her eyes sparkling like stars—bright and lively.

She already had excellent inspiration.

“I await your masterpiece,” Xiang Xuanqing smiled humbly, returning to San Qing Dian.

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