Honghuang Calls Me Its Sect Leader

Zhang Daochen: “In my previous life, I helped old ladies cross the street every day. In this life, I’ve been chosen to take charge of the primordial world. I really am Heaven’s chosen one.”

Hongjun: “I knew I was right about you. But why has the reputation of my primordial faction become such a mess? Sob, sob.”

The Three Pure Ones: “Junior Brother, look at me drooling. All these treasures were bestowed by our master. The three of us were manipulated by the Heavenly Dao, but now we’ve reconciled, and we’ll do everything we can to help you. By the way, when are you sending over some Huazi?”

Zhunti: “For the great rise of the West, what does face matter? What does self-sacrifice matter? Benefactor, you have a karmic connection with the West.”

Zhang Daochen: “Natives of another world, inherit my Dao lineage and gain great opportunities. Anyone who stands in the way of my teachings will die. Don’t agree? Then take this brick I stole from Zixiao Palace!”

What, you want to compare backing and influence with me? My backing is the entire primordial world.

Zhang Daochen starts a smoking craze, giving the great powers of the primordial world Huazi cigarettes and Harbin beer.

From then on, Daoists visiting one another in the primordial world all bring out Huazi to hand around to their fellow Daoists.

At gatherings, friends crack open beers and drink happily, taking turns with every sip.

He brings Huazi and Harbin beer to other worlds, where they become bestsellers and rare delicacies.