The Seat-Saving Dispute

If that were really possible, even a Saint would have to put in some effort to kill him.

As Fuxi indulged in his fantasies, Jieyin and Zhunti walked up to him.

These two mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal experts from the West were dressed even worse than beggars. If they had limped while walking, Fuxi would have wanted to give them money.

The moment they saw Fuxi, the two of them plopped down on the ground and burst into loud sobs.

After crying, they spoke to Fuxi through snot and tears. "Fellow Daoist, my brother and I endured countless hardships to come all the way from the barren West to listen to the Saint's teachings. We are utterly exhausted, yet have nowhere to rest. How pitiful we are!"

"Could Fellow Daoist give us your seats so we may rest our feet and listen to the Saint's teachings from up close?"

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

They wanted to know how Fuxi would deal with them.

"Two Grand Unity Golden Immortals pretending to be pitiful? Who are you trying to fool? Get the hell out of here!"

Looking at the snot and tears on their faces, Fuxi threw a punch at them without hesitation.

Jieyin and Zhunti never expected Fuxi to be so hot-tempered. They hurriedly raised their hands to block, but his punch still forced them back two or three steps.

Their expressions darkened as they said in low voices, "Fellow Daoist, we are already so pitiful, yet not only do you refuse to sympathize with us, you even dare to attack within the Saint's Daoist Sanctuary. You have gone too far!"

Nuwa, standing beside Fuxi, nodded. "That was indeed too much. 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 looked coldly at the pair. "Too much? What the hell are you two that I should sympathize with you?"

Fuxi's attitude was exceptionally forceful and irritable. This was not only because he needed to complete the system option's mission, but also because he had hated these two sinister, treacherous bald donkeys since his previous life.

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

Jieyin asked.

"If you want my meditation cushion, just say so. I hate hypocritical scum like you the most."

Fuxi planted his hands on his hips, pointed at them, and cursed them out. "Am I your father? If not, why are you two little bastards begging from me?"

"Two Grand Unity Golden Immortals pretending to be pitiful and fake crying. Did your whole family die for you to cry this hard?"

Fuxi's curses echoed through Zixiao Palace as he berated Jieyin and Zhunti until they were utterly humiliated.

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

On one hand, Fuxi actually dared to viciously insult two Grand Unity Golden Immortals in the Saint's palace. He was outrageously bold.

On the other hand, Fuxi's insults were remarkably fresh. One could even say he had pioneered an entirely unprecedented path.

But Jieyin and Zhunti's faces turned green.

Though they knew how to feign misery and make fools of themselves, they were still among the finest Grand Unity Golden Immortals in the West. They had lived pampered lives there; when had they ever suffered such abuse?

Moreover, they cared deeply about their dignity.

Being humiliated in public was not a pleasant feeling.

Thus, the two abandoned their pitiful act, straightened their backs, and released powerful pressure.

Many of the surrounding Grand Unity Golden Immortals had initially wanted to watch them make fools of themselves, but when they sensed the cultivation of these two Western Daoists, their expressions turned serious and they retreated several steps.

In this era, where late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortals were so rare they could be counted on one hand, early-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortals were the most common, while the mid-stage already qualified one as an expert.

Two closely allied mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortals were absolutely not to be provoked.

The Seat-Yielding Dispute

Yet Fuxi's expression did not change in the face of Jieyin and Zhunti's oppressive pressure.

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

When Nuwa's pressure collided with theirs, Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions likewise turned solemn.

However, neither of them was kind-hearted. They immediately joined forces to suppress Nuwa's pressure.

Nuwa's face instantly turned pale.

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

Seeing that the two had no sense of fair play, Fuxi directly released his late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal pressure.

An overwhelming pressure, even stronger than Jieyin and Zhunti's combined, erupted from Fuxi and crushed their pressure outright, sending blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

At the same time, every Grand Unity Golden Immortal present changed expression.

Even the Three Pure Ones, who had been seated upon meditation cushions with their eyes closed in meditation, opened their eyes and looked at Fuxi.

"A late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal, with strength nearing perfection!"

"This man is powerful."

Taishang Laojun, the eldest among the Three Pure Ones, said.

Of course, the most shocked were still the two unlucky fools, Jieyin and Zhunti.

Before Fuxi's immense pressure, the two were like eggplants struck by frost. They were scared stiff and completely wilted.

Jieyin and Zhunti bowed together. "We were wrong. We no longer want these meditation cushions. Please forgive us, Fellow Daoist."

"Hmph!"

Fuxi withdrew his pressure and did not even spare them a glance. He said to himself, "If this were not Zixiao Palace, I would have taught you a lesson."

"But since we are in Zixiao Palace today, I will spare you once for the Dao Ancestor's sake."

"If you dare offend me again, I'll make sure you lose a pound of flesh."

Fuxi brushed the dust from his palms and sat back down on his meditation cushion.

Jieyin and Zhunti could only smile apologetically at Fuxi, though their smiles were somewhat bitter.

They now regretted choosing the wrong opponent.

For now, they could only seek out other meditation cushions.

However, Fuxi and Nuwa were siblings. If they harassed Nuwa, Fuxi might beat them up, which was not worth it.

And the Three Pure Ones were all late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortals. Neither of them could afford to provoke any one of them.

That left only...

When Kunpeng noticed Jieyin and Zhunti suddenly turn their gazes toward him, he inwardly cried out in alarm.

"Fellow Daoist."

Jieyin and Zhunti approached Kunpeng and greeted him.

The words Kunpeng least wanted to hear right now were "Fellow Daoist." What fellow Daoist? They were clearly here to make a sucker out of him!

Kunpeng was miserable inside. He regretted not having any close brothers or sisters.

With tears in their eyes, Jieyin and Zhunti looked at Kunpeng and said tearfully, "Fellow Daoist, my brother and I endured untold hardships to reach Zixiao Palace. Can you bear to watch us sit on the ground?"

"My brother and I truly wish to behold the Saint from up close, listen to the Saint's teachings, and seek blessings for the living beings of the West! Please grant us this favor, Fellow Daoist!"

At this moment, Hong Yun, who stood beside Zhenyuanzi, seemed to have a screw loose—or perhaps he was truly moved by the two Western Daoists.

He said to Kunpeng, "Fellow Daoist, these two brothers truly have not had it easy. Why don't you give them your seat?"

Kunpeng nearly died of rage at Hong Yun's words. What did his own seat have to do with Hong Yun?

Couldn't afford to donate himself, so he was forcing others to give?

Seeing someone speak for them, Jieyin and Zhunti were delighted. They continued, "Fellow Daoist, look at how broad-minded and kind this Daoist brother is!"

"If Fellow Daoist truly refuses to yield, then for the sake of the living beings of the West, my brother and I can only have a bout with you."

Their tones gradually turned cold, and Kunpeng heard the threat behind their words.

Kunpeng's face twitched with anger. These beggars from the West were truly shameless.

They wanted his meditation cushion, yet they even tried to dress themselves up with righteous excuses. How utterly shameless!

For the living beings of the West? The West would be much more peaceful without the two of them causing trouble.

But Kunpeng did not dare insult them. After all, he was only a mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal and could not defeat these two rogues.

So although Kunpeng was panicking inside, he could not bear to part with this meditation cushion he had snatched.

"Fellow Daoist, if you still refuse to yield your seat, then my brother and I can only offend you."

Jieyin and Zhunti quietly released a strand of pressure toward Kunpeng.

Feeling their pressure, Kunpeng clenched his teeth in rage.

Just then, Yuanshi Tianzun of the Three Pure Ones could no longer stand watching.

Pointing at Kunpeng, he said, "A beast born of moisture and eggs, covered in fur and bearing horns—are you worthy of sitting alongside us?"

The moment Yuanshi Tianzun spoke, Kunpeng's mental defenses collapsed completely.

He had no choice. Even with ten times the courage, he would not dare offend the three of them.

Kunpeng slowly rose from his seat and left. He cast the crowd a resentful glance and said:

"Kunpeng will remember what happened today!"

Yet no one cared about Kunpeng's threat. His strength was simply too weak.

Jieyin and Zhunti smiled warmly and bowed to Kunpeng. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for granting us this favor."

Their words sounded sincere, but hearing them made Kunpeng feel worse than if he had eaten filth.

Though they expressed their thanks aloud, they regarded Kunpeng as nothing more than a cowardly, foolish bird.

Since Jieyin was stronger, Zhunti yielded the seat to him without competing for it.

Zhunti could only sit on the ground beside Jieyin and guard the meditation cushion with him.

Though some Grand Unity Golden Immortals at the back also coveted these six meditation cushions, they looked at their own strength and gave up.

Only then were the ownership rights of these six meditation cushions settled.

Though Kunpeng felt humiliated after leaving the meditation cushion, he did not leave Zixiao Palace.

He absolutely could not miss the Saint's teachings.