Blood Profit! Sell the Saintly Seats to the Three Pure Ones, Then Make Zhunti and Jieyin Sign a Deed of Sale for Hundreds of Millions of Years!

Deep within the chaos, outside Zixiao Palace, a man appeared out of nowhere.

Xuanzheng dusted off nonexistent dirt from his body, calmly took out a set of jade tables and chairs along with several meditation cushions, and placed them squarely on the only path leading to the palace gates.

Rather than force his way through the layered chaos restrictions, he picked out a prime spot like a seasoned street vendor.

[Clang!]

He drove a sign forged from Grand Unity Essence Gold heavily into the ground. Its gleaming surface bore flamboyant characters:

Xuanji Business Firm · Zixiao Palace Lecture Service Station—Heavenly Dao Certified, Quality Guaranteed!

A smaller line sat beside it: Accepting all forms of payment, including Innate Spiritual Treasures, divine materials and immortal ingredients, merit and fortune, future favors owed, and more.

Before long, three streams of pure qi arrived together. They were the Daoist Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain. As Pangu Primordial Spirits, their fortune was the deepest, so naturally they were the first to find this place.

When they saw the glaring sign and the Witch Clan member behind it, smiling with an apparently "honest" face, all three stopped at once.

Primordial Lord of Heaven frowned deeply. "Fellow Daoist Xuanzheng! This is the sacred ground where the Dao Ancestor will lecture. How can you be allowed to make noise and carry out such a vulgar business scheme here?"

Upon hearing this, Xuanzheng immediately rose to his feet, his expression instantly changing into one of righteous, compassionate sorrow.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, you are mistaken!"

He waved a hand in apparent anguish.

"The Dao Ancestor's lecture is meant to enlighten all living beings of the Primordial World. It is an immeasurable merit. Yet Zixiao Palace has limited seats. When I think of all you great cultivators losing your dignity over a mere meditation cushion, even fighting to the death and spilling blood across this sacred ground, my heart aches!"

[Heh heh heh. If they do not fight, how am I supposed to sell my extra tickets?]

"To prevent such a tragedy, I have specially established this service station. We offer 'supplementary observer seats' and a 'VIP reserved section,' with the goal of maintaining order at the lecture site and spreading the blessings of the Great Dao!"

After speaking, Xuanzheng shook an utterly unremarkable jade token in his hand.

A faint yet incomparably pure thread of Heavenly Dao Merit flowed across the jade token.

[This is a 'BUG Filing Receipt' automatically generated by the Primordial World Bug Fixing Manual. It bears the Heavenly Dao's seal—fair to young and old alike!]

Primordial Lord of Heaven was momentarily speechless.

Beside him, Grand Supreme Elder, whose face had remained as calm as an ancient well, actually showed a hint of surprise.

He calculated with his fingers and found the heavenly secrets shrouded in chaos. Yet Xuanzheng's actions not only did not violate the Heavenly Dao, but even faintly aligned with some notion of "establishing order."

For the first time, this made him see the muscle-bound Witch Clan member as more than merely "interesting."

Sovereign of Heaven, meanwhile, had eyes that shone brightly. He clapped his hands and laughed.

"Interesting! Interesting! Fellow Daoist Xuanzheng's approach suits me perfectly! Rather than fight to the death, we should clearly mark the prices, trade fairly, and be done with it!"

Xuanzheng instantly seized the opportunity. He pulled three jade tokens carved with intricate spatial Dao patterns from his robes and warmly handed them over.

"You three fellow Daoists truly are Pangu Orthodox, with extraordinary insight!"

"These are our shop's latest 'front-row golden standing tickets.' They offer an excellent view and come with complimentary calming meditation cushions, guaranteeing that the lecture experience will not be compromised!"

He looked at the three with a beaming smile.

"You three share the same origin as my Witch Clan, so I will not ask for much. These three standing tickets come as a package at a friendship price: only three mid-grade Innate Spiritual Materials, or one high-grade Innate Spiritual Material!"

"You!"

Primordial Lord of Heaven was nearly angered into laughter by that "friendship price."

One high-grade Innate Spiritual Material in exchange for a standing ticket? This was no longer vulgar profiteering. This was outright robbery!

He was about to explode when Grand Supreme Elder raised a hand to stop him.

Grand Supreme Elder glanced at Sovereign of Heaven, then at Primordial Lord of Heaven, before finally looking at the jade tokens in Xuanzheng's hand.

The Heavenly Dao Merit aura upon them could not be faked.

More importantly, the three brothers had to advance and retreat together. If this matter created a rift between them and caused their opportunity to fall into another's hands, that would be the true loss.

"Big Brother?" Sovereign of Heaven looked eagerly at Grand Supreme Elder.

Grand Supreme Elder fell silent for a moment, then took a radiant Treasure Pearl from his sleeve.

"This is Grand Unity Essence Gold, a mid-grade Innate Spiritual Material. Exchange it for one."

Primordial Lord of Heaven's face turned livid, but since his eldest brother had already made the decision, persisting would mean disregarding the greater good. He snorted coldly and threw out a precious seal as well.

Sovereign of Heaven was even more straightforward, directly tossing over a short sword brimming with murderous intent.

Xuanzheng smilingly put away the three spiritual materials, then swiftly handed over the three "golden standing tickets."

[A booming start! The Three Pure Ones are such fat, long-fleeced sheep. It feels so good to shear them!]

The Three Pure Ones took the jade tokens, turned, and entered the restrictions surrounding Zixiao Palace.

Xuanzheng sat back down and leisurely brewed himself a cup of tea.

[Next, it is time to wait for those two 'major customers' from the West. Their assets are far more interesting than the Three Pure Ones'.]

Not long afterward, two miserable figures staggered out of the chaotic currents. They were Zhunti and Jieyin.

When they saw Xuanzheng's stall, they were initially stunned. Then they noticed the words "Heavenly Dao Certified," as well as the disappearing backs of the Three Pure Ones in the distance, and all color instantly drained from their faces.

They were too late!

Zhunti rushed to the stall in a single stride, forcing a smile uglier than tears.

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask... may I ask whether there are still seats inside the palace?"

Xuanzheng slowly took a sip of tea and lifted his eyelids.

"Seats? Gone. The standing tickets have just sold out too."

"What?!"

Zhunti and Jieyin were struck as if by lightning. Overcome with grief, tears the size of beans rolled down their faces.

"The West is barren. My brother and I have traveled tirelessly and endured endless hardships in pursuit of the Great Dao. Could it be... could it be that we will be shut out at the door? The Heavenly Dao is unjust!"

They cried while secretly observing Xuanzheng's reaction.

Xuanzheng felt no ripples in his heart. He even wanted to laugh a little.

[Trying to put on an act with me? I am the Primordial World's greatest actor!]

He set down his teacup, a look of "difficulty" appearing on his face.

"Ah, do not worry, you two. There are no more tickets through normal channels, but I still have some 'special merchandise' here."

He slowly raised his left hand, and the ancient, weathered [Karma Scale] silently appeared.

"I will let you two in on something. The six meditation cushions beneath the Dao Ancestor are the foundation of saintly seats and contain supreme karma."

Xuanzheng's voice was full of temptation.

"I can package and sell this 'meditation cushion karma' to you. As long as you sit on them, the opportunity for saintly seats will naturally bind itself to you."

Zhunti and Jieyin's breathing immediately quickened.

"How... how is this karma sold?"

Xuanzheng smiled faintly. Before him unfolded a contract screen formed from Great Dao Runes.

<Western Future Development and Zixiao Palace Saintly Seat Opportunity Targeted Investment Agreement>.

"Simple."

"I, Xuanzheng, on behalf of the Witch Clan, will provide you two fellow Daoists with 'priority usage rights' for two saintly-seat meditation cushions."

"In return, you two must pledge seventy percent of the West's incense fortune for the next ten million years, as well as thirty percent of all future merit you obtain, to me as 'principal.' As for interest... we shall calculate it by yuanhui. It is not much—just one percent annual interest."

Zhunti and Jieyin looked at the contract and felt their vision go dark.

What kind of investment agreement was this!

This was clearly a Deed of Sale! A devilish contract that would strip them to the bone and suck out their marrow!

"Fellow Daoist, this... this absolutely cannot be done!" Jieyin cried even harder. "The West is already barren. If we sign this contract, we will never have a chance to rise again in the future!"

Xuanzheng's expression turned cold as he put away the [Karma Scale] and the contract.

"Since you two are unwilling, forget it. I imagine many great cultivators behind you would be interested in the karma of these saintly seats. Minghe of the Blood Sea, for instance, would surely be willing to empty his entire fortune for them."

He made as if to pack up his stall.

"Wait!"

Zhunti grabbed his hand, his eyes bloodshot and his face filled with struggle and despair.

Becoming saints! This was their obsession!

Compared to becoming saints, what were a little Western fortune and merit worth? They would borrow first and worry about it later! Once they became saints in the future, would this contract not be theirs to settle with a single word?

The two exchanged glances and saw the same resolve in each other's eyes.

"We... will sign!"

Zhunti ground his back teeth together. Together with Jieyin, he drew upon his own origin and left his true spirit imprint upon the glowing screen of karmic law.

The instant the contract was formed, it became two streams of light that entered the bodies of all three.

Xuanzheng contentedly put away this contract, which could be called the Primordial World's first "subprime loan."

He patted the two on the shoulders "kindly."

"Pleasure doing business. Go in. The two meditation cushions in the very center are yours now."