Honghuang Fuxi: Nuwa, I Want You to Help Me Cultivate

If it were truly possible, even a Sage would have trouble killing him.

While Fuxi was lost in thought, Jieyin and Zhunti walked up to him.

Two powerful figures from the West, both at the mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, were dressed in rags that looked worse than a beggar's. If they had also limped, Fuxi would have felt compelled to give them money.

As soon as the two saw Fuxi, they plopped down on the ground and burst into tears.

After crying, they spoke to Fuxi with snot and tears streaming down their faces, "Esteemed fellow Daoist, my brother and I have traveled from the barren West, enduring hardships just to hear the Sage preach. We are utterly exhausted and have nowhere to rest. How pitiful are we!"

"Would fellow Daoist be willing to give us a seat so we can rest our feet and listen to the Sage's teachings up close?"

Seeing their exaggerated performance, the surrounding Grand Unity Golden Immortals all turned to look at Fuxi.

They wanted to see how Fuxi would deal with the pair.

"Two Grand Unity Golden Immortals pretending to be pitiful, trying to fool idiots! Get lost, you bastards!"

Fuxi looked at the snot and tears on their faces and threw a punch at them.

Jieyin and Zhunti never expected Fuxi to have such a fiery temper. They quickly reached out to block, but Fuxi's punch sent them staggering back two or three steps.

Their expressions turned ugly, and they said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist, we are already so pitiful, yet you not only show no sympathy but dare to lay hands on us within the Sage's dojo. You've gone too far!"

Nuwa, standing beside Fuxi, nodded and said, "Indeed, you've gone too far. Brother, you hit them too lightly."

The surrounding Grand Unity Golden Immortals burst into laughter.

Fuxi gave Nuwa a thumbs-up in his heart, then coldly looked at the two and said, "Too far? What right do you have to demand sympathy from me?"

Fuxi's attitude was extremely strong and aggressive, not only because he had to complete a system task but also because he had detested these two cunning and deceitful baldasses since his previous life.

"Fellow Daoist, we have never met before, so why are you so angry? Why are you unwilling to help us?" Jieyin asked.

"Just admit you're after Laozi's meditation cushion! I hate hypocritical scoundrels like you the most."

Fuxi put his hands on his hips and pointed at them, yelling, "Am I your father? If not, why are you two turtle grandsons begging from me?"

"Two Grand Unity Golden Immortals still pretending to be pitiful and crying fake tears. Are you crying this hard because something happened to your family?"

Fuxi's scolding echoed throughout Zixiao Palace, leaving Jieyin and Zhunti thoroughly berated.

The gazes of the many Grand Unity Golden Immortals towards Fuxi were filled with admiration.

On one hand, Fuxi dared to furiously curse two Grand Unity Golden Immortals within the Sage's palace, showing immense audacity and courage.

On the other hand, Fuxi's insults were novel, even pioneering an unprecedented path of verbal abuse.

But Jieyin and Zhunti's faces turned green.

Although they were adept at feigning pity and making themselves look pathetic, they were still among the elite Grand Unity Golden Immortals of the West. Having lived pampered lives in the West, they had never endured such insults.

Furthermore, they valued their reputation immensely.

Being humiliated in public was an unbearable experience.

Thus, they abandoned their pitiful act, stood up straight, and unleashed a powerful pressure.

Initially, many of the surrounding Grand Unity Golden Immortals had wanted to watch the two make fools of themselves, but upon sensing the cultivation realm of the two Western Daoists, their expressions turned serious, and they all took a few steps back.

In this era where late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortals were as rare as phoenix feathers, early-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortals were the most common, and mid-stage ones were already considered powerful.

Two mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortals, bound by brotherhood, were definitely not to be trifled with.

Chapter 4: The Seat Dispute

However, Fuxi's expression remained unchanged in the face of Jieyin and Zhunti's oppressive aura.

Seeing the two unleash their pressure, Nuwa also released her mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation.

As Nuwa's aura clashed with theirs, Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions also turned serious.

But neither of them were benevolent figures. They immediately joined forces to suppress Nuwa's aura.

Nuwa's face instantly turned pale.

"You dare bully my sister? You're seeking death!"

Seeing that they were fighting dirty, Fuxi unleashed his late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal aura.

An aura far more powerful than the combined pressure of Jieyin and Zhunti erupted from Fuxi, crushing their pressure and causing Jieyin and Zhunti's mouths to bleed.

At the same time, all the Grand Unity Golden Immortals present had a drastic change in expression.

Even the Three Pure Ones, who had been meditating with their eyes closed on their meditation cushions, opened their eyes and looked towards Fuxi.

"Late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal, with strength approaching perfection!"

"This person is very strong."

Taishang Laojun, the eldest of the Three Pure Ones, remarked.

Of course, the most shocked at this moment were the two unlucky fellows, Jieyin and Zhunti.

Under Fuxi's immense pressure, they were like two frost-bitten eggplants – scared and dejected.

Jieyin and Zhunti bowed in unison and said, "We were wrong. We don't want this meditation cushion anymore. We beg fellow Daoist for your forgiveness."

"Hmph!"

Fuxi retracted his oppressive aura and, without even glancing at the two, spoke to himself, "If this weren't Zixiao Palace, I'd definitely teach you both a lesson."

"But since we're in Zixiao Palace today, and out of respect for the Dao Ancestor, I'll let you off this once."

"If you dare to offend me again next time, I'll make sure you lose a piece of flesh."

Fuxi clapped the dust off his hands and sat back down on the meditation cushion.

Jieyin and Zhunti could only force a smile at Fuxi, though the smiles were somewhat bitter.

The two of them now deeply regretted choosing the wrong opponent.

Their only hope now was to acquire other meditation cushions.

However, Fuxi and Nuwa were siblings. Harassing Nuwa might lead to Fuxi beating them up, which wasn't worth it.

As for the Three Pure Ones, all three were in the late stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation; they couldn't afford to offend any of them.

So, that left only...

Kunpeng's heart sank as he noticed Jieyin and Zhunti suddenly turn their gazes towards him.

"Fellow Daoist."

Jieyin and Zhunti approached Kunpeng and greeted him.

The two words "Fellow Daoist" were the last things Kunpeng wanted to hear right now. What fellow Daoist? They were clearly setting him up to be a sucker!

Kunpeng felt miserable. He regretted not having any close siblings or friends.

Jieyin and Zhunti looked at Kunpeng with teary eyes and said with a choked voice, "Fellow Daoist, my brother and I went through immense hardship to rush to this Zixiao Palace. Can you bear to see us sit on the ground?"

"My brother and I truly wish to admire the Sage up close and listen to the sacred teachings to bring blessings to the beings of the West! We implore you to grant us this favor!"

At this moment, Hongyun, standing beside Zhenyuanzi, either had a screw loose or was genuinely moved by the two Daoists from the West.

He said to Kunpeng, "Fellow Daoist, their journey as brothers was indeed not easy. Why don't you give up your seat?"

Kunpeng was almost angered to death by Hongyun's words. What business did his seat have with Hongyun?

If you don't have money, you force others to donate, is that it!

Seeing someone speak up for them, Jieyin and Zhunti were overjoyed. They continued, "Fellow Daoist, look how open-minded and kind this fellow Daoist is!"

"If you are truly unwilling to yield, then for the sake of the beings in the West, we can only fight you."

The tone of their voices gradually grew colder, and Kunpeng understood the implied threat.

Kunpeng was so angry his face was twitching. These two beggars from the West were truly shameless.

They wanted his meditation cushion and then tried to flatter themselves with righteousness. How utterly shameless!

What "for the sake of the beings in the West"? The West had been much more peaceful without the two of you causing trouble.

But Kunpeng didn't dare to curse them. After all, he was only a mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal and couldn't defeat these two scoundrels.

Therefore, Kunpeng was internally panicking, yet he was unwilling to give up the meditation cushion he had fought for.

"Fellow Daoist, if you don't give up your seat soon, we will have to offend you."

Jieyin and Zhunti secretly released a wisp of their oppressive aura towards Kunpeng.

Feeling their pressure, Kunpeng gritted his teeth in anger.

Just then, Yuanshi Tianzun, one of the Three Pure Ones, couldn't stand it anymore.

He pointed at Kunpeng and said, "A beast born from wetness and eggs, with fur and horns, is worthy of sitting with us?"

As soon as Yuanshi Tianzun spoke, Kunpeng's inner defenses completely crumbled.

There was nothing he could do. Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to offend the three of them.

Kunpeng slowly rose from his seat and, with a venomous glare at everyone, said, "Kunpeng remembers today's events!"

However, no one paid any attention to Kunpeng's parting threat, as his strength was simply too weak.

Jieyin and Zhunti smiled and bowed to Kunpeng, saying, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your fulfillment."

Their words were sincere, but to Kunpeng, they felt worse than eating excrement.

While they expressed their thanks verbally, they inwardly viewed Kunpeng as a timid, foolish bird.

Since Jieyin was stronger, Zhunti yielded the seat to him without a fight.

Zhunti could only sit on the ground next to Jieyin, guarding the meditation cushion together.

Some Grand Unity Golden Immortals in the back also coveted the six meditation cushions, but after assessing their own strength, they gave up the idea.

The ownership of these six meditation cushions was thus finalized.

After leaving the meditation cushion, although Kunpeng felt humiliated, he did not leave Zixiao Palace.

The Sage's sermon was absolutely not to be missed.