Transmigrating into the Primordial World: From the Start, I Con the Three Pure Ones

When I transmigrated into the prehistoric world as the innate gourd vine, Hong Jun had just finished lecturing on the Dao.

The seven gourds had just ripened, and powerful figures like the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa were eyeing them covetously.

Seeing that I was about to be refined into a magic treasure, I decisively pretended to be wronged by Taiqing Laozi: "If you pick a gourd, fellow Daoist, I'll wither away right here!"

The corner of Laozi's mouth twitched. "Then I won't pick one..."

From then on, the prehistoric world had a professional shakedown artist.

Hong Yun giving up his seat? I wrapped my roots around Kunpeng. "Try moving, fellow Daoist. I dare you."

The War of the Liches? I wound my vines around Gonggong. "If you want to crash into a mountain, pay me emotional damages first!"

Until one day, Demon Emperor Dijun sneered, holding the Witch-Slaying Sword. "A puny vine demon dares to stand in the way of my Heavenly Court?"

I revealed the merit I had earned from repairing the sky. "If you damage even one of my leaves, believe me, the Heavenly Dao will strike you dead this instant!"

It was only later that I learned every shakedown I pulled caused another crack to appear in the Heavenly Dao.

And sitting in the deepest crack was Hong Jun.

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This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.