Who gave them the courage?

Taiqing, who was next to Yuanshi, frowned slightly, evidently feeling that his second brother's words were unwise, creating a strong enemy for no reason.

Tongtian, on the other hand, looked at Yuanshi with some astonishment, then at Hou Tu and Qin Xuan, his expression rather complex.

In his opinion, Hou Tu was gentle and kind.

But this Qin Xuan...

Suddenly!

Yuanshi's whole body stiffened, feeling a chill running straight from his tailbone to the top of his head, as if he were being targeted by some peerless ferocious beast, cold sweat instantly soaking through his Daoist robe.

He raised his head in surprise and suspicion, just in time to meet Qin Xuan's icy, piercing gaze. The killing intent in that gaze was undisguised, as if he were about to tear him to pieces in the next moment.

Fortunately, Qin Xuan only glanced at him coldly before withdrawing his gaze, not immediately attacking.

Yuanshi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his back was already ice-cold.

The reason Qin Xuan didn't act was that there were more important things at hand.

He knew that the shameless Western duo, Jieyin and Zhunti, should be arriving soon, and now that Hou Tu had taken Kunpeng's futon, a conflict with the Western duo was inevitable.

As for Yuanshi... he would remember this debt.

When the Buzhou Mountain gourd vine was born in the future, he would have plenty of opportunities to teach this "orthodox Pangu" a good lesson. He would guarantee to tear apart Yuanshi's stinking mouth!

Several more days passed, and the gate of Zixiao Palace was about to slowly close.

Just then, an anxious shout came from outside the palace gate:

"Fellow Daoist! Fellow Daoist! Please wait!"

Before the voice faded, two figures staggered into Zixiao Palace, their clothes tattered and disheveled, none other than Jieyin and Zhunti from the West.

The two men's faces were pale, obviously having suffered a lot in the chaos.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Qin Xuan's mouth.

He knew that Zixiao Palace's biggest highlight was about to begin.

As soon as Jieyin and Zhunti entered, their eyes were firmly drawn to the six futons in front of them.

The futons were already occupied, and their eyes swept over them, quickly landing on the kind-faced Hongyun.

This man, at first glance, was soft-hearted!

The two exchanged a tacit glance, and the next moment, they both burst into loud cries.

"Wuwuwu~~"

"Wuwuwuwu~~~"

"My two brothers, from that barren Western land, traveled all the way, overcoming countless difficulties and dangers, originally thinking we could listen to the Dao under the Dao Ancestor's seat, but unexpectedly... unexpectedly, we don't even have a place to rest our feet! Wuwuwu... I might as well smash my head to death in this Zixiao Palace!"

Zhunti cried with earth-shattering force, wailing as he pretended to crash into a pillar in the hall.

Jieyin threw himself in front of Hongyun, snot and tears streaming down his face, his appearance simply heartbreaking to hear and tearful to see.

Many people in Zixiao Palace frowned, unable to hide the contempt in their eyes.

The palace was very spacious; where couldn't they sit?

Were they really lacking a place to rest their feet?

They were clearly coveting someone else's futon!

But how could Hongyun have ever seen such a scene?

He was always kind-hearted and was known throughout the prehistoric world as a good old man, unable to bear seeing others suffer.

Seeing these two crying so sadly, especially Zhunti really about to crash into the pillar, how could he still sit still?

"Fellow Daoist, don't be like this! Please rise quickly!" Hongyun quickly stood up and offered his futon, "This futon, I'll let Fellow Daoist rest on it!"

As soon as these words came out, the hall was silent for a moment.

Everyone in the arena was stunned!

There was such an operation?

Zhen Yuanzi next to him stomped his feet in anxiety, urgently saying:

"Yunzi! You're confused! There are only six futons in total, clearly containing great opportunities. How can you easily give them to such rascals? Quick! Let's snatch it back together!"

Hongyun was slightly brought back to his senses by Zhen Yuanzi's reminder.

He was indeed kind-hearted, and just now, he was only concerned about not being able to bear seeing others suffer. Now that he thought about it, everyone was already a Great Golden Immortal; how could they really need a futon to "rest their feet"?

However, Hongyun was naturally open-minded. Since he had already given it away, he waved his hand and said:

"Yuanzi, forget it. Since the futon has already been given away, it means it has no fate with me. There's no need to force it."

Zhen Yuanzi helplessly looked at his old friend, which eventually turned into a long sigh.

The two had no choice but to find an open space next to them to sit down, shoulder to shoulder, each taking out a Ginseng Fruit and munching on it, "crunch, crunch."

But they didn't notice that in the crowd, Kunpeng's icy gaze was fixed on Hongyun.

"What a pair of good buddies!" Qin Xuan watched with great interest from the sidelines, muttering to himself.

His gaze then shifted to Jieyin and Zhunti.

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These two got a futon so easily; they definitely won't be satisfied.

According to the original trajectory, their next target should be Kunpeng, but now... Hou Tu is sitting in Kunpeng's place.

Sure enough, Jieyin and Zhunti hadn't even warmed their butts before turning their attention to other futons.

The Three Pure Ones... they had heard a little about them and knew they were not to be trifled with.

Soon, they set their sights on Hou Tu, who had a gentle and peaceful temperament.

This person looks about the same as Hongyun... seems easy to manipulate too!

As for the young man behind Hou Tu, although his aura isn't weak, he also looks harmless.

The two exchanged glances again, their minds connected, preparing to repeat their old trick.

So, one continued to build up emotions, preparing to crash into a pillar, while the other started wiping away tears again, walking towards Hou Tu, ready to begin a new round of crying.

Hou Tu looked at this clumsy performance, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed. She turned her head, looked at Qin Xuan behind her, and blinked her clear, big eyes:

"Xuan-di, does elder sister look very silly?"

Qin Xuan smiled faintly:

"No need to pay them any attention."

Jieyin and Zhunti heard this and immediately understood that their act couldn't go on.

So they simply stopped pretending and revealed their hand!

They walked straight to Hou Tu, their tone carrying a hint of threat:

"Fellow Daoist, this futon is destined for the two of us. Please do us a favor and find another place!"

As they spoke, the magic power in their bodies faintly began to fluctuate, obviously planning to snatch it by force.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in Zixiao Palace.

"Hiss... are these two crazy?"

"How dare they?!"

"Who gave them the courage?!"

For a time, the gazes directed at Jieyin and Zhunti were filled with astonishment, incomprehension, and... a hint of subtle pity.

Jieyin saw that Hou Tu remained seated, unmoved, and his face became even colder:

"Since Fellow Daoist doesn't know what's good for you, then don't blame us brothers for being ruthless!"

Before the words finished, the aura on their bodies exploded, and they attacked at the same time. Two skinny palms grabbed towards Hou Tu with fierce force, wanting to directly knock her off the futon!

However, at the moment they moved!

A pair of hands, seemingly ordinary, seemed to ignore the distance of space, arriving later but striking first, flashing past.

The next moment.

The ferocious expressions on Jieyin and Zhunti's faces suddenly froze, then turned into horror.

They found that they had been easily grabbed by the throat by a hand, lifted into the air, their feet off the ground, and their magic power instantly imprisoned by an irresistible force!

Everyone felt a vast and boundless, yet condensed and unyielding, pressure suddenly descend!

Qin Xuan stood in place, his expression indifferent, but the terrifying aura belonging to the peak of the Great Golden Immortal, even faintly surpassing it, pressed on Jieyin and Zhunti like a tangible substance, suppressing them to death!

"I wonder, how do the two Fellow Daoists plan to be 'ruthless'?" Qin Xuan's voice was still calm, with no discernible emotion.

As the words fell, the power coming from the hand that gripped their throats suddenly increased. The Law of Strength circulated, and the two felt that the surrounding space was twisting and shattering, their bones creaking, as if they were about to be crushed in the next moment!

Jieyin and Zhunti spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time, their eyes filled with only boundless fear!

At this moment, they finally understood why those around them were looking at them with that kind of gaze.

Feeling the unfathomable power on Qin Xuan's body, like a vast ocean, they knew that they had kicked an iron plate, and it was the hardest kind!

With their necks tightly choked, the two couldn't even say a complete sentence, and could only squeeze words out of their throats with difficulty:

"Dao... Friend... Spare... Life..."

"All... Is... Misunderstanding..."

Misunderstanding?

Qin Xuan heard this, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

Admitting your mistake now?

Too late!

He casually flung Jieyin away, like throwing garbage, onto the ground in front of Hou Tu:

"Elder Sister Hou Tu, this shameless scoundrel is handed over to you. Let's see how I deal with Zhunti!"

Before the words finished, he had already thrown Zhunti into the air, then grabbed his legs and dragged him to a pillar.

It was the same pillar that Zhunti had previously pretended to crash into!