So Many People

At this point, almost everyone appearing in the Sea of Chaos was headed to Purple Heaven Palace to listen to the Dao.

So Yuan Heng didn't waste any time. She casually pulled out a few spiritual materials, used her spiritual energy to offer them to him, and cupped her hands slightly. “Fellow Daoist, I am deeply sorry. Just now, when I swatted away that heavenly meteorite, I accidentally hit you.”

“Do you think these items can serve as compensation to settle this cause and effect between us?”

Yuan Heng's voice was full of apology. Randeng, the unlucky guy who had been hit, looked at the precious materials in his arms and fell into deep thought.

Huiwen Jade Marrow Fruit, Chixiao Fruit, Gold-Threaded Core-Stabilizing Grass... every single one of them was a treasure.

Where did this wealthy figure come from who clearly knew nothing of the world's hardships...?

Randeng's eyes, originally full of gloom, cleared up significantly. Staring blankly at the treasures in his arms, his eyes grew red. He nodded dumbly, “Enough... It's enough...”

Pies really do fall from the sky~

“That's good then.”

At least she didn't get extorted. It seemed the general atmosphere in the Primordial World was quite pleasant.

Yuan Heng nodded in satisfaction. “Very well, fellow Daoist. Now that this cause and effect is settled, I shall take my leave.”

With that, Yuan Heng sped off atop her lotus, leaving Randeng standing there in a daze.

Sob sob sob... If getting hit once yields this many treasures, he wouldn't mind getting hit a few more times.

He can do it! He can handle it! A Daluo Golden Immortal's physical body is rock solid!

Who could possibly understand? His luck had always been poor, and he had thought he would have to suffer this sudden disaster for nothing again. Never in his wild dreams could he have expected that the Primordial World had someone so... so... well, kindhearted.

He was deeply moved.

However, before he even had the chance to express his gratitude, that fellow Daoist had already departed. The crestfallen yet fortunate Randeng could only gather these treasures “with tears in his eyes.”

Mm... Purple Heaven Palace, Purple Heaven Palace. Must not forget proper business.

After flying far away, Yuan Heng no longer dared to randomly swat meteorites around. As Lotus carried her forward, she reflected on the three gorgeous men from earlier.

She thought to herself that the Primordial World truly was rich in spiritual energy—how could every living being she encountered look so good-looking?

Even that fellow Daoist she had accidentally injured, who seemed to have rather bad luck, had the vibe of a gloomily handsome young guy...

Of course, she was good-looking too, hehe~

Yuan Heng actually had a few guesses about the three people she had met earlier, though she wasn't entirely sure. Wasn't it said that the Dao forms of the Three Pure Ones represented Pangu's old age, middle age, and youth?

Yet those three didn't look much like that big... ah no, upright and imposing face in her memory.

Mm...

Whatever, better stop overthinking and focus on traveling.

Yuan Heng obediently suppressed the burning flame of gossip in her soul.

She also warned herself not to criticize others in her heart.

After flying for who knows how much longer, Yuan Heng didn't encounter a single person this time.

Under Lotus's protection, she finally reached her destination.

The chaotic astral wind slowly receded behind her. Misty clouds stacked layer upon layer, while thousands of auspicious qi cascades hung down like waterfalls... High up in the ninth heaven, Purple Heaven Palace floated atop vast, boundless purple clouds.

A white jade capital in the heavens, with twelve towers and five cities.

Whoa~

Sooner or later, she would build a house like this too~

Yuan Heng descended from the White Lotus of World Cleansing, her sleeves fluttering gently in the wind. She stepped onto the white jade staircase stretching toward the cloud line, smoothly blending into the throng of living beings gathered outside Purple Heaven Palace.

It seemed it wasn't time yet.

There were so many people...

This was the first time she had seen so many people since arriving in the Primordial World; it was quite a novelty.

Yuan Heng's curious gaze swept past them, and she marveled silently in her heart.

The soil and water of the Primordial World truly nurtured great looks, even if many had already perished.

They really were a feast for the eyes~

However, while Yuan Heng was secretly appraising others, countless curious and scrutinizing gazes fell upon her as well.

This being... truly has incredible fortune. She became a Daluo Golden Immortal right upon taking form and even obtained a supreme treasure like the White Lotus of World Cleansing.

Her aura is so pure, and she even has a golden halo of merit glowing above her head... Tsk.

Damn it, besides the Three Pure Ones, how can anyone else possess such immense fortune?!

How could someone be at the pinnacle of so many beings right upon taking form?!

Cue a wave of quiet jealousy.

Sensing the gazes focused on her, Yuan Heng maintained an indifferent expression on her face, but in reality, her toes were once again curling tightly against the soles of her shoes.

Ahhhh, don't look at her! She's just a nobody. Why are so many people looking at her?

Save me!

Yuan Heng just wanted to find a corner to hide. After all, she wasn't competing for those six opportunities for sanctity, nor did she want to stand too close to the lecturing 'teacher.' As long as she could stay in a modest, middle-of-the-pack spot, she would be perfectly satisfied.

So wherever she stood made no difference to her.

Just as she spotted a corner and was about to head over, ten burly men and two beautiful women marched toward her in unison, without the slightest attempt to conceal themselves.

Yuan Heng: ???

Twelve? The Ancestral Witches??

What are they doing?!

Are th-th-they going to gang up on her?! Dao Ancestor above, this is right outside Purple Heaven Palace!

Even if they didn't respect Heaven and Earth and only revered Pangu, they had already made it to Purple Heaven Palace... Wouldn't this be too arrogant?!

Yuan Heng was beating her chest in despair internally, but her facial expression didn't change in the slightest—it grew even colder.

On the other side, Tongtian among the Three Pure Ones noticed this scene. Given his chivalrous and enthusiastic temperament, he was just about to step forward to help when Taiqing stopped him with a single look.

Tongtian looked at his two elder brothers, seeming to understand something, and abandoned the idea of intervening. Yet his eyes remained fixed on the scene, filled with intrigue.

Soon, the Ancestral Witches approached.

A towering, muscular man with flying red hair and red Wu runes swirling across his body spoke first, his voice rough and boisterous: “So it's you! You're the one who let those butterflies fly into our Wu tribe's territory?!”

Without realizing it, Yuan Heng had secretly pinched a fold of her inner robe and began anxiously wringing it. Sob sob sob, did my spirit butterflies fly over and offend them?

Are th-th-they coming to seek revenge on me?!

A thousand thoughts whirled through Yuan Heng's mind. She blinked, looking at the burly man who had spoken, sparks occasionally bursting from his body.

There was even a trace of sincerity in her eyes. “Did you... not like them?”

If they didn't like them, she just wouldn't let the spirit butterflies go there next time. Please, whatever they did, don't resort to violence!

If she were ganged up on by ten burly men and two somewhat prettier but still quite muscular beauties, she would definitely have to leave this place flattened into a pancake.

Sob sob.

“Ah? No, that's not it.”

The burly man scratched his head in confusion, seemingly trying to organize his words, but couldn't utter a full sentence for a long moment.

Not until a majestic, serene female Ancestral Witch with compassionate and quiet eyes stepped out from behind him. She radiated a deep, solid aura akin to the vast earth.

Is that Lady Houtu?

Yuan Heng guessed in her heart, not entirely sure.

Then she saw her raise a hand and slap the back of Zhurong's head hard. Looking back at Yuan Heng, her eyes held a touch of gentle warmth. “Fellow Daoist, please don't misunderstand... We aren't here to seek revenge.”

Looking at the ten burly men surrounding her, Yuan Heng—frail and small—had a giant question mark floating in her small head.

It really seemed like there was no hostility at all.

If not seeking revenge, then what?