Hongjun Preaches the Dao—What Is This Rebellious Disciple Doing?

This figure emanated boundless Dao charm and laws from head to toe.

He seemed to be the incarnation of the Dao itself, the source of all laws.

The Great Powers present came to a realization: this man was Hongjun, the first being in the Primordial Wilderness to attain the Dao and become a Saint.

Hong Yun, who had been watching the show, was secretly shocked. Even with his late Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal cultivation, he had been unable to sense when Hongjun had appeared.

There had been no trace or fluctuation of Mana. Hongjun's manifested form seemed as though he had always been seated upon the prayer mat, yet not a single person had noticed him.

If even Hong Yun was like this, there was no need to mention the other Great Powers.

The proud and unruly Tai Yi unconsciously lowered his haughty head upon seeing him. Yuanshi, who called himself Pangu's True Lineage, wore a look of astonishment, while Laozi, ever indifferent to all things, had eyes full of shock.

Hongjun expressionlessly swept his gaze across the crowd, taking in every one of their expressions.

Only when his gaze passed over Hong Yun did a faint hint of amusement surface in his eyes, before silently fading away once more.

Hongjun's mystery and power awed the entire hall. No one dared look directly at him, so no one noticed the change in his expression.

"This poor Daoist is Hongjun. All who enter Purple Cloud Palace today are fated with this poor Daoist. When you Listen to the Dao in the future, your seats shall remain as they are today and must not be changed!"

Once Hongjun finished speaking, everyone was dumbfounded.

Only then did they understand the importance of those seven prayer mats.

Having figured it out, they wished they could beat their chests and stamp their feet, hating themselves for not fighting harder just now. If they had gritted their teeth and held on, might one of those seats have been theirs?

But there was no room left for regret.

Besides those filled with regret, quite a few were gloating over others' misfortune.

After all, the unluckiest people present were not them, but Kunpeng and Minghe, who had originally obtained seats only to lose them again!

Kunpeng and Minghe's faces had gone completely dark, so gloomy they seemed ready to drip water.

Kunpeng was so furious that he nearly ground his teeth to pieces.

He glared resentfully in Yuanshi's direction. Truthfully, Kunpeng certainly hated Zhunti and Jieyin, but his hatred for them did not compare to his hatred for Yuanshi.

Only now did he realize the impropriety of his previous actions.

As the saying went, fortune and misfortune have no gate; people summon them themselves!

The moment he had mocked Zhunti and Jieyin, he had planted the cause. Zhunti taking his seat was the result.

But why should Yuanshi, that bastard, spout such arrogant nonsense and humiliate him so thoroughly?

Had Yuanshi not spoken up, how could he, Kunpeng, have carelessly been driven from his seat?

If Kunpeng placed all his hatred upon Yuanshi, then Minghe, who was even more innocent than him, simply wanted to slaughter Zhunti and Jieyin, the two brothers.

That was right. While everyone lowered their heads to show respect for Hongjun, only this "Old Sixth" narrowed his blood-red eyes, as still as ancient wells, into slits and stared fixedly at Zhunti and Jieyin's backs. Threads of killing intent surged through his eyes.

He was considering whether, after this sermon, he could find an opportunity to kill both brothers in one go.

If Hong Yun knew of this, he would surely sigh that this man truly was the sole murderous fiend after Rahu to attempt attaining the Dao through slaughter.

Truly ruthless, with few words!

Seeing everyone bow their heads and listen respectfully, Hongjun gave a slight nod.

"This sermon is held in accordance with the Heavenly Dao, to enlighten all living beings. It shall be divided into three sessions, each lasting ten thousand years, with intervals of one hundred thousand years. I shall explain to you the three realms of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, Quasi-Saint, and Saint."

As Hongjun's words fell, his aura abruptly changed.

A hazy glow arose within Purple Cloud Palace as Great Dao Runes emerged one after another from his mouth.

These Runes combined into Great Dao streams that circled Hongjun, and the entire void blurred as the Great Dao manifested.

"This poor Daoist's Dao is the Immortal Dao..."

The moment Hongjun spoke, lotus flowers blossomed from his tongue.

Golden Lotuses condensed before each listener, supplying them with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth needed for cultivation.

Though he began with Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, most of those present had only just reached the early Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm. Never before had anyone broken down, organized, and expounded upon the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm in such detail before them.

As Hongjun expounded the Dao, everyone—including Great Powers like Laozi, who was on the verge of breaking through to the middle Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm—listened as though intoxicated.

When he reached marvelous portions, some Great Powers who had immersed themselves in it could not help slapping their tables and crying out in praise.

When he reached obscure portions, some with poorer comprehension and lower cultivation either furrowed their brows, pulled bitter faces, or even angrily slapped themselves.

Still more forcibly committed it to memory, intending to comprehend it anew once their cultivation grew higher.

Even though the Twelve Ancestral Witches felt that what Hongjun taught did not conform to their Body Refining Path, they still listened earnestly, wishing to take its essence and incorporate it into themselves.

Among those listening to the Dao, in terms of comprehension, aptitude, and cultivation, the strongest were naturally those seated upon the seven prayer mats and those beside them.

Seeing Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the others listening attentively with thoughtful expressions, Hongjun nodded to himself.

Yet somehow, one utterly out-of-place fellow had slipped into their midst.

When Hongjun turned his gaze upon Hong Yun, he was nearly angered enough for his Three Corpses to run wild.

His Three Corpses were truly running wild!

"Bastard, what is this Rebellious disciple doing? This poor Daoist painstakingly expounded the Dao so exquisitely, yet you were not even listening—you were actually letting your mind wander?"

What was Hong Yun doing at this moment?

His eyes gleamed as he kept muttering under his breath.

"Laozi truly deserves to be the foremost of the Three Pure Ones. His comprehension completely towers above everyone else!"

"Yuanshi is not bad either. Though arrogant, he has the right to be arrogant; at the very least, his understanding of the Great Dao is comprehensive."

"That young man Tongtian is excellent! His aura is sharp beyond compare."

"Sigh, is it just an illusion? Why does Nuwa seem even more beautiful than yesterday?"

"Though the brothers Zhunti and Jieyin are shameless, their hearts in pursuing the Dao are exceedingly steadfast. They are models for us all!"

"..."

[ Ding, the host has praised Laozi. Congratulations, host, you have randomly obtained a reward: Taiqing Dao Method Fragment x2 ]

[ Ding, the host has praised Yuanshi. Congratulations, host, you have randomly obtained a reward: Artifact Dao Law Fragment x3 ]

[ Ding, the host has praised Tongtian. Congratulations, host, you have randomly obtained a reward: Jietian Sword Art Fragment x4 ]

[ Ding... ]

"Then let the storm rage even fiercer! System Daddy!"

The notification chimes by his ears were like a surging river, endless and unceasing.

As Hong Yun continuously savored the joy of fleecing wool, he felt that his happiness was like certain things that accumulated more and more—the sheer abundance nearly overflowed.

No one noticed that while Hongjun continued expounding the Dao, his face had already turned livid.

If it had been somewhere else, under different circumstances—

He truly would have liked nothing more than to take out the Dragon Binding Rope forged from Ancestor Dragon's sinews and hang Hong Yun from Buzhou Mountain.

Then he would have his Good Corpse, Evil Corpse, and Self-Corpse take turns lashing him viciously with the God-Beating Whip for nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine years.

"Rebellious disciple! Rebellious disciple!"

Hongjun was furious at Hong Yun for failing to live up to expectations, but as he continued listening—

The lividness on his face gradually gave way to something strange, and the fury in his heart subsided considerably.

"Eh, this... is he praising this old Daoist? Hmph, even if you praise this old Daoist so lavishly, this old Daoist will not forgive you so easily."

Hongjun continued expounding the Dao, yet his ears could not help perking up to listen to Hong Yun's muttering.

Gradually, his expression became ever more gentle.

Even the corners of his tightly drawn mouth could not help curling upward slightly.

"At the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao, who stands as the peak? Once Hongjun is encountered, all paths of Dao become void!"

"At the pinnacle of the Dao, proud above the world—with Teacher Hongjun, there is Heaven!"

"Even if Teacher Hongjun bears all living beings upon his back and holds the Primordial Wilderness in one hand, he would likely still remain invincible in Chaos!"

"..."

The more Hongjun listened, the warmer that wrinkled old face of his became.

But why was there such delight deep within his heart?

"Who would have thought that this poor Daoist's disciple saw me in such a light? Am I truly so majestic?"

"Sigh, it is only that you, this block of rotten wood—why can't you listen properly while your master expounds the Dao? Forget it! Forget it! Once I finish teaching them, I shall secretly give you some extra instruction."

"After all, you are the first disciple this poor Daoist has accepted, the future First Disciple of Xuanmen. In cultivation, you absolutely cannot fall behind others, or this poor Daoist will lose all face."

Hongjun secretly let out a long sigh, an expression of helplessness appearing on his face.

What else could he, Hongjun, do when faced with such a disciple who revered his master and honored the Dao?

Of course, he had to spoil him!

At this point, he did not utter the words "Rebellious disciple" again.

Shaking his head, Hongjun focused on expounding the Dao and no longer paid attention to Hong Yun.