Houtu peeked at my chat and launched a counterattack against the prehistoric world.

Chapter 20: Zhen Yuanzi, the Honest Man

Now, Houtu has transformed into the six realms of reincarnation, emerging from the earthly path and manifesting in the netherworld.

Zhen Yuanzi naturally knew about the underworld's duties in the mysterious realm.

However, Brother Hongyun is gone.

He couldn't muster any interest in anything.

The next moment, Zhen Yuanzi channeled his magic power and then conjured a wisp of breeze and a wisp of moonlight.

Then he said, "Qingfeng, Mingyue, go and send that Youming Fusheng away."

"With Brother Hongyun gone, I, your master, have no desire to get involved in anything anymore."

"Let it continue like this, until the end of heaven and earth, until immeasurable eons arrive!"

"From now on, you will take good care of the ginseng fruit tree for the master."

"Yes, sir!"

Two young Taoist boys and girls appeared beside Zhen Yuanzi, and then excitedly dashed off ahead.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed inwardly, "I'm tired. Let's destroy it!"

The next second, Zhen Yuanzi's eyes turned red again.

"Waaah, Hong Sang, where are you? The fruit here is ripe again..."

In front of the main gate of Wuzhuang Temple.

Chen Fusheng thought that after taking Zhen Yuanzi to the Netherworld, he would go to Wuyi Mountain himself.

"Sigh, I wonder if the Fallen Treasure Coin has been discovered by the rogue cultivators Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao at this time?"

There should still be a naturally occurring mother tea tree for Da Hong Pao in Wuyi Mountain...

At this point in time, the few remaining opportunities in the primordial world are dwindling.

Chen Fusheng believes that Luobaojinqian and the mother tea tree of Da Hong Pao should still be there.

After all, there is still a long time before the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods.

At this moment, the gate of Wuzhuang Temple opened.

Two round little heads peeked out from inside.

"The master said he's not here, fellow Daoist, please return."

As he spoke, he was about to close the door again.

Chen Fusheng was stunned upon hearing this, and quickly asked:

"Your master said he's not here?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Qingfeng and Mingyue, the two young Taoist disciples, asked with suspicion.

"Fine, this is our first meeting, why are you treating me like a fool?"

Chen Fusheng immediately pretended to be angry and squeezed his way in.

Qingfeng and Mingyue, who had just been enlightened by Zhen Yuanzi, immediately became anxious.

But they also felt a natural fear emanating from the handsome man in black in front of them.

He could only quickly say:

"How dare you force your way into the master's dojo?"

At this moment, a voice came from the backyard of Wuzhuang Temple:

"Oh, gentle breeze, bright moon, never mind, we mustn't be rude."

"Since this distinguished guest from the underworld insists on seeing us, then let him in."

"Yes, sir." Qingfeng and Mingyue quickly made way.

Chen Fusheng then hurriedly walked towards the source of the sound.

Upon reaching the backyard, Chen Fusheng gazed at the thin figure sitting alone and forlornly on the stone bench.

This scene was also projected into the Soul-Scattering Gourd in Chen Fusheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

Hongyun's remnant soul suddenly fluctuated violently, constantly calling out excitedly:

"Brother Zhen Yuanxian, Brother Zhen Yuanxian..."

The urgent, soft cries sent chills down Chen Fusheng's spine.

He quickly used his inner vision to transmit his voice: "Senior Hongyun, I know you are very anxious, but please don't rush."

"Brother Hongyun?" Zhen Yuanzi seemed to sense something and looked up at Chen Fusheng.

"Oh, it's not my dear brother..."

"I'm probably sick."

"How could a dark dragon possibly be my virtuous brother Hongyun?"

Chen Fusheng: ? ? ?

Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi spoke up:

"I have no interest in any trivial matters and have no desire to take on any underworld post."

"Now that you have seen it, please go back and tell the Goddess Houtu."

As he spoke, Zhen Yuanzi didn't even get up, his face showing a look of utter despair, as if he had seen through the illusions of immortality.

In Zhen Yuanzi's view, sending him to the underworld to become Yama was naturally Houtu's idea.

This dark dragon must have come to deliver a message.

Seeing this, Chen Fusheng frowned slightly and spoke calmly:

"Senior Zhen Yuanzi, I am very happy that you are willing to see me."

"But the tone of your voice displeases me somewhat."

"It seems you don't want to see your virtuous brother Hongyun anymore."

Upon hearing Huilong mention Hongyun's name, Zhen Yuanzi stood up abruptly.

His previously listless eyes suddenly became bright and alert!

"Young friend...no, fellow Daoist...no, no, brother Daoist, are you telling the truth?!"

In his anxiety and excitement, Zhen Yuanzi's words became somewhat incoherent.

Group owner Chen Fusheng: "As expected! As long as we have news about Hongyun, we can control Zhen Yuanzi."

Huang Tao: "That's right, after all, he's the best buddy in the prehistoric world."

Group owner Chen Fusheng: "Yes, it's so much better than that fake brotherhood of the Three Pure Ones."

At this moment, Chen Fusheng had already stored the Primordial Purple Qi into the chat group's storage space.

He handed the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd to Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi immediately, in a flash, a grown man carefully cradled the remnant soul of the Red Cloud Ancestor, weeping bitterly as he said:

"Brother, brother, who was that damned bastard who hurt you like this?"

"Tell your brother, and he will avenge you!"

The deep bond between the two men on set moved Chen Fusheng to tears, and he closed his eyes.

It's too spicy!

The Netherworld, the Pangu Palace.

Houtu looked at the messages in the group chat, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up again.

"Huilong, you're definitely something special, and you're a bit different from the others."

"If Zhen Yuanzi could join my Netherworld, the Underworld's Dao would surely be much more complete once again."

"At this rate, even if we don't catch up with the Heavenly Dao, we won't be too far behind!"

"But what does Huilong mean by saying that the Three Pure Ones have a fake brotherhood?"

"Does this refer to a family split, or is there a deeper meaning?"

Unable to figure it out, Houtu felt that her little brain was not enough.

This dark dragon knows far too much.

"Hey, why haven't I encountered Huilong before?"

"If we had met sooner, would my brothers and sisters' fates have been different?"

With a sigh, Houtu glanced at Jiufeng, who had recovered first, and felt slightly better.

"Second Sister," Jiu Feng said respectfully from the side.

"Alright, from now on you'll stay in the Netherworld and come with me."

"Okay, Second Sister."

At this time, Xing Tian was still reconnecting the severed head, Chi You was cultivating his primordial spirit, and Xiang Liu had not yet fully recovered.

However, some elite shaman generals, such as the Wind Master and the Rain Master, have already awakened.

Wuzhuang Guanzhong.

At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi had already refined ten ginseng fruits, barely managing to stabilize Hongyun's remnant soul.

However, to achieve complete stabilization, or even recovery, requires an extremely long period of time and a massive amount of spiritual treasures.

"Too slow." Zhen Yuanzi looked at his friend's remnant soul and then turned his gaze to the ginseng fruit.

He planned to extract some of the essence of the ginseng fruit to quickly help Hongyun recover.

Hongyun saw through Zhen Yuanzi's intentions and quickly spoke up to stop him.

"Brother, farewell!"

Even Chen Fusheng was startled and quickly advised:

"Senior Zhenyuan, even the essence of ginseng fruit may not be able to completely heal Senior Hongyun's injuries."

"What I just mentioned about going to the Netherworld to become Yama, the King of Hell, can accumulate merit and be used to heal Senior Hongyun's soul. Would you consider it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Chen Fusheng.