This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 73: Why Can't I Be Proud?

After venturing into two holes and making a general observation, Kunpeng left.

Just wait for the finale.

Although I'm not sure if the ending will be as fruitful as I expect.

But if you make sufficient preparations, success is up to fate, and since fate is on your side, you're almost certain to succeed.

I originally wanted to sense the aura of the Void that I left behind yesterday, as well as the aura of the Lord of Calamity left behind by Rahu.

pity…

"I do not possess divine power! Forgive me, I cannot do it."

Undetectable, impossible to investigate.

I could only vaguely sense that the two auras were still there; I knew nothing else.

"Splash!"

When the Kunpeng returns.

What comes into view are two large holes in the Kunpeng's arms.

"Fellow Daoist, you have made a great contribution by repairing the primordial world!" Hongjun said with emotion.

This captain is truly flawless.

She is not only intelligent and brave, but also exceptionally kind and righteous, and she is also a good homemaker.

He's always thinking about expanding the prehistoric world, and in the past few days, Captain Kunpeng hasn't been seen without a hole in his body.

Compared to Yang Mei, who was lying on the floor, what about Luo Hou, who was recovering from his injury?

Captain Kunpeng is excellent in every way.

"Of course."

When Kunpeng saw that they had seen him, the sleeves he had rolled up naturally fell down.

Hongjun's previous points about his strengths are all correct, but Kunpeng also has a bit of acting skills and a touch of cunning.

They are constantly demonstrating their dedication and selflessness.

There's nothing wrong with that.

"I forgot to ask, fellow Daoist, how's the exploration of the tomb city going?"

There was nothing too important for the moment, and Qiankun remembered something he had forgotten to ask earlier.

"Everything is going smoothly!" Kunpeng's brows relaxed as he said, "If nothing unexpected happens, Fellow Daoist Xiyi, Fellow Daoist Kunwu Yinyang, and the other two are currently proceeding according to plan in the Tomb City."

"Hmm?" The two realized the hidden meaning.

"Does Fellow Daoist mean to split up? Are the three of you exploring the Tomb City?" Hongjun asked.

"That's right... This morning... we had the money, but we need to experiment with how to buy and sell it. What are your plans for this afternoon, fellow Daoists..."

Kunpeng briefly explained it to them.

The two were greatly surprised and amazed upon hearing this.

Hongjun, in particular, felt that his intuition was correct.

I shouldn't have entered such a city. I am a symbol of order, but inside is a chaotic, distorted, and forcibly ordered fusion.

What is fake is fake, and in this falsehood, fellow Daoists of Yin and Yang can thrive.

Entering the order one represents is like throwing cold water into a frying pan.

"Is your plan, fellow Daoist, to act according to the 'rules'?" Qiankun sensed the mystery in his words.

It was a bit unexpected; I thought they would also break in by force.

I never expected that this time I would rely on my brains and money.

Use the twisted rules of the cemetery to your advantage.

Since the cemetery follows these rules, then let's get things done within your rules, without resorting to force.

"Yes!" Kunpeng nodded and said, "Twisted rules are still rules, and stitched-together rules are still rules. Since there are rules, let's act according to them. This is a long-term plan."

Unlike Luo Hou, a warmonger, the two agreed with Kunpeng's approach.

"The main problem is... the bizarre is different from the eerie, making it difficult for us to deal with."

Kunpeng revealed the truth that he had not told Luo Hou.

"To be honest, the two monsters I devoured entered my body on their own. In other words, it was entirely my special ability that refined these two monsters, not my own strength that did it."

"The bizarre is different from the eerie; the bizarre is more like a demon. It is supported by a bit of the eerie rules, and is also composed of the power of flesh and blood. Moreover, the power of flesh and blood is more twisted than that of the eerie, making it difficult to deal with."

This is the truth.

In short, we can't beat them.

Even if they could win, how many could they defeat?

It took the combined efforts of the nine of them to barely defeat one of the monsters; it was far too time-consuming and laborious.

It's far more worthwhile to buy something bizarre with money.

Cow dung is bizarre everywhere, let alone anything else.

The old lady selling candied hawthorns—you think you're buying candied hawthorns? No, they're actually a bunch of bizarre things.

You might think that a butcher selling meat is selling meat, but it's not; it's actually quite bizarre.

The blacksmith doesn't forge weapons, but rather bizarre things.

The tea seller isn't actually selling tea; it's bizarre, and so on...

Everything in sight is bizarre, even the incomplete parts are composed of bizarre elements.

For example, the old woman who sells candied hawthorns—her candied hawthorns are probably made from her own flesh and blood.

Eating the candied hawthorn is like eating her flesh and blood.

If you can overcome it, it's yours; if you can't, then you're just a new candied hawthorn for your mother-in-law.

Meat sellers, blacksmiths, tea sellers, sedan chair carriers, storytellers, and so on, all follow this logic.

Let's take cow dung as an example again.

If someone is dragged out by a cow and still claims to have an owner, then what about others?

"Is that so?"

The two understood Kunpeng's predicament.

"How come they're all so strong?" Young Master Qiankun remarked.

Since entering this apocalyptic world, I haven't encountered a single enemy that I, as an innate deity, can handle.

Find someone to reason.

I am proud that I am born divine, but why can't I be proud?

"Our primordial world is extraordinary, I..." Kunpeng could barely continue his fabrication.

He didn't intend to tell you the harsh truth; he wanted you to accept it yourselves.

What's the point of saying it anyway?

It does nothing but demoralize people.

It's better to live in this daze until the time comes for them to understand.

Back then, they wouldn't have asked themselves "why" like they do now.

There's no particular reason, that's just how things are. Are you planning to quit?

They won't withdraw halfway once the sunk costs are too high.

Just keep going.

Wait until they all understand.

"They are strong, but we are stronger. We defeat them using their rules, and that is true power."

Found it, found it, found the reason.

"The corpse-spotted armless creature was incredibly powerful, but in the end, we suppressed it and it became our spoils. The paper doll and the blood-red eyes were also very powerful; you can look at them again tomorrow."

"The same goes for the cemetery; you'll see what happens after some time."

"Yes, yes." Hongjun was fooled.

However, lacking cultural knowledge, I couldn't offer any profound response; all I could say was, "Yes, yes."

If Xi Yi were here, he would compose a couple of lines, one high and one low.

Speaking of Xi Yi...

Cemetery.

The three of them stepped inside again, though they hadn't been gone for long.

As the squad leader, Xi Yi was extremely nervous at this moment. He couldn't let everyone down, and he especially couldn't let Captain Kunpeng down.

This is my first time being a squad leader, and I must prove myself.

"Fellow Daoist Yin Yang, look, it's right there." Yin Yang pointed to a blacksmith shop and said, "In the inheritance of the Heavenly Dao, that's an iron shovel, that's a cleaver, that's..."

The blacksmith shop, though small, was fully equipped with all sorts of tools.

Xi Yi planned to start by buying iron shovels.

After all, tools were scarce in the prehistoric world, so buying them would be a win.

What is the tool?

More than just a tool, it was also seen by Xi Yi as a carrier of civilization, a crystallization of the wisdom of all living beings, and a core component of every major social advancement.

Buying this is definitely better than buying a basketful of eyeballs, tongues, heads, and other remains.

What's the use of that thing?

The civilized attributes on the tools, after being replicated by the Heavenly Dao's return to its origin, meant that this world also had the spark of civilization.

Even if it is a distorted and polluted civilization.

"good!"

The Yin-Yang Taoist nodded.

Remember what Kunpeng said: the price of disobedience and impulsiveness is: — lying on a plank with Yangmei Daoren.

He didn't want to sleep with Yangmei, so he listened to whatever Xiyi said.

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