Chapter 3: Raid Him! [New Book, Seeking Collection]

Next, Jin Yao Taibai Shangzun also shared some recent discoveries.

The scenery within the mist constantly shifted.

At the bottom of Cangwu Abyss, a pitch-black suspended coffin breathed in and out the myriad phenomena of Luo Tian; in the sandy wastes of the Western Sea, a single speck of dust concealed a world of light; in the Northern Ming , a continent drifted—its form that of a slumbering giant turtle; above the Southern Sea, a great roc soared through the nine heavens, yet in truth it was transformed from a kun fish…

It was clear that Taibai had recently traveled to many places within Honghuang.

When it came to Mu Yao Suixing’s turn to speak, his presentation style matched his serene demeanor:

Near Buzhou Mountain, a group of irritable qilin roamed.

In the volcanic regions of Tiannan, a primordial wutong tree radiated immense wude.

Within Fuyu Mountain, Bai Hu carried a blade on his back; beyond Qingqiu Mountain, foxes wielded swords.

In Wu Liang Lei Ze, the dragon-headed great god swung his heavenly halberd; in the Ten Thousand Mountains, a robed elder raised a massive axe…

Chen Xing watched and inwardly gasped: “Mu Yao, you’re really good at stirring up trouble!”

All these scenes were shown from Suixing’s first-person perspective—in other words, Suixing had likely stormed the sacred grounds of numerous great divine beings!

Compared to him, my own encounter with a succubus hardly counted as anything.

“Thankfully, Taiwei Yuan isn’t in the real world, or I’d truly fear these great divine beings tracing us back through karmic threads,” Xiang Xuanqing said half-jokingly, having recognized an old friend in the visions.

Tu Yao Zhenxing remained silent; he had somehow produced an ancient scroll and, comparing it with everyone’s accounts, continuously scribbled and annotated.

Yet his gaze kept returning to Mu Yao, perhaps in admiration of the other’s boundless wude.

Even Wangshu, seated above them all, cast a sidelong glance.

Seeing all eyes on him, Mu Yao Suixing gently shook his head and said with elegant politeness: “For the sake of the organization, these are nothing.”

Everyone laughed—he often said the same thing.

“Jing Yao, it’s your turn,” Wangshu bypassed Zhenxing and turned to Jing Yao Ziqi Shangzun.

Jing Yao mentioned one particular location—Kunlun Mountain.

“Not long ago, I deduced a pill formula. This pill is called: Primordial Great Dao Ninefold Immortal Supreme Hunyuan Pill,” Jing Yao beamed, ready to enthusiastically explain his new formula to all.

“First, tell us about Kunlun!” everyone chorused, skillfully cutting him off.

Jing Yao’s voice cut short.

Seeing everyone staring at him, he muttered “oh” softly and continued: “In short, I calculated that one of the main ingredients for the Hunyuan Pill lies within Kunlun Mountain, so I went there. In the mountains, I met a Daoist.”

“Daoist?” Xiang Xuanqing’s gaze sharpened.

“Yes, a Daoist—he called himself that. The moment he saw me, he said we had a karmic connection and invited me to join an organization called ‘Bai Yujing.’”

Xiang Xuanqing asked: “Did you accept?”

“No,” Jing Yao shook his head.

He tapped the table, watching the mist churn for a long while without any further reaction.

“So it won’t manifest, then,” Jing Yao wasn’t surprised. He looked at the others: “Has anyone here heard of Bai Yujing?”

Everyone shook their heads.

Except Xiang Xuanqing.

“You met that Daoist too?” Jing Yao’s eyes lit up; he grinned mischievously—so he wasn’t the only one with trouble.

In Jing Yao’s view, this unknown yet immensely powerful Daoist was a major nuisance.

Now someone else shared the burden—what a fortunate turn of events.

Xiang Xuanqing fell silent for a moment, then slammed his palm hard on the long table.

A thunderous crash echoed—the mist churned violently, and after a long struggle, an image finally formed.

An old Daoist leaned on a dragon-headed cane, his frame slender, exuding an aura of celestial grace.

“Was this the one you met?”

“About seven or eight percent similar—the one I met wasn’t this old,” Jing Yao recalled; the Daoist he encountered had been middle-aged.

Xiang Xuanqing regarded the old Daoist in the image with complex expression: “That’s him—Hong Jun Dao Ren.”

“Hong Jun Dao Ren?” Taiyang Shangzun and others murmured; seeing Xiang Xuanqing’s gravity, they sensed this was no ordinary figure.

Generally, a deity’s true name carried unfathomable power—uttering the true name of a primordial great god would draw their awareness.

But who here wasn’t a primordial great god?

None lacked methods to shield themselves.

The simplest and most effective was the method Xiang Xuanqing once proposed—when in doubt, invoke Pangu’s Law.

That is, while uttering the true name, silently repeat Pangu’s name within to achieve shielding.

As Xiang Xuanqing put it: In Honghuang, is there any being more powerful than Pangu? Whose might could surpass Pangu’s?

Thus, using magic to defeat magic, countering might with might—this became the passive skill of all Taiwei Yuan deities.

“Where did you meet Hong Jun Dao Ren?” everyone turned to Xiang Xuanqing.

“Gui Xu.”

Chen Xing Shangzun’s heart jolted; he inwardly rejoiced that when he visited Gui Xu, he’d only encountered a succubus—not such a troublesome entity… though, well, attracting Luo Hou was troublesome too.

Xiang Xuanqing continued: “When I met him, he said we had a karmic connection and invited me to join Bai Yujing.”

“So it’s the same line of BS—no sincerity at all,” Jing Yao sneered.

He asked Xiang Xuanqing: “Did you agree?”

“Not yet.”

Xiang Xuanqing offhandedly said: “I asked him if joining Bai Yujing came with primordial spiritual treasures. If so, I’d take a hundred or so. He said he’d need to consider it.”

“Wait—what did you just say? Primordial spiritual treasures? A hundred or so?” Everyone stared, dumbfounded—holy shit, what kind of brutal demand was that?

You really dare ask for that!

The key point was: Hong Jun said he’d consider it.

What did that mean? It meant Hong Jun truly possessed a hundred or so primordial spiritual treasures!

One dared ask, the other dared offer.

Is this how deities communicate nowadays?

Do we just feel outdated?

Even the most composed Moon Goddess Wangshu blinked, curious: “Does he really have a hundred or so primordial spiritual treasures?”

“Yes,” Xiang Xuanqing affirmed. In this era, if another deity claimed such a quantity, they were likely lying—but Hong Jun Dao Ren saying so meant it was true.

The reason was simple: he was Hong Jun.

Though he had not yet become the “Highly Recluse of Nine Clouds, Seated on the Cushion, Realizing the Dao” Supreme Dao Ancestor, there was no denying this old Daoist was truly lofty and formidable—his stature was high, his power unshakable.

So it was perfectly reasonable that the lofty and formidable Hong Lao had amassed some wealth.

In fact, Xiang Xuanqing suspected the Ghost Gate he sought had been taken by Hong Jun Dao Ren.

Upon hearing this, Jing Yao was filled with regret—he smacked his thigh hard: “If I’d known, I’d have asked for that too!”

“What did you ask for?” Xiang Xuanqing asked.

Jing Yao replied: “I was planning to refine the Hunyuan Pill, so I said—if he’d be willing to taste it after it was done, I’d join Bai Yujing.”

“He listened, said nothing, turned around, and vanished in a blink.”

Jing Yao sounded almost indignant: “What kind of attitude is that? He talks about karmic connection, yet won’t even taste a single tiny pill!”

Everyone fell silent.

Could it be that the problem wasn’t his attitude—but yours?

What kind of heaven-defying pill could make Hong Jun Dao Ren flee at the mere mention?

Everyone gained a new understanding of Jing Yao’s pill-refining skill.

“An Yao, can you still contact this Hong Jun Dao Ren?” Chen Xing Shangzun suddenly winked at Xiang Xuanqing.

“No,” Xiang Xuanqing shook his head.

“That’s too bad,” Chen Xing sighed. “Hong Jun Dao Ren is so powerful—he says everyone has a karmic connection. I say joining Bai Yujing isn’t a bad idea.”

“When Luo Hou and the others return, let’s all of Taiwei Yuan apply to join Bai Yujing together—each of us gets dozens of primordial spiritual treasures. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

Xiang Xuanqing couldn’t help but laugh and groan—recruiting the Demon Ancestor into the Dao Ancestor’s camp?

The image was too beautiful—he dared not even imagine it!

“Your intention is good, but we shouldn’t even start!”

Xiang Xuanqing still felt the idea was dangerous and warned: “Hong Jun isn’t any benevolent deity.”

“Is that so?” Chen Xing pondered, then nudged Mu Yao Suixing, who was deep in thought.

“You claim your Tianji art is unmatched in Honghuang—can you locate Hong Jun Dao Ren?”

Mu Yao Suixing snapped back, surprised: “What are you planning?”

“Just testing luck,” Chen Xing grinned.

Of course—he was already eyeing Hong Jun’s treasure vault: “Here’s my idea: first, we calculate his location, then gather forces and raid him!”

“Eleven against one—advantage is ours!”

“What do you think?”

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(End of Chapter)