Kunpeng, Minghe's Killing Intent Rises, Zhunti and Jieyin Flee

"This sermon ends here!"

"In one hundred thousand years, Purple Cloud Palace will reopen, and This poor Daoist will once again expound the Dao of the Quasi-Saint for you all!"

"You may now depart!"

After speaking, Hongjun gave Hong Yun a deep look. His figure blurred and vanished from the high platform, leaving the Three Thousand Mortal Guests still unable to discern the slightest trace of him.

Give Hong Yun special tutoring?

What a joke. He had already glimpsed a thread of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

With his old friend Yang Mei having traveled far into Chaos, aside from Hongjun himself, at the current level of cultivation in the primordial world, perhaps no one could match this disciple of his!

Hongjun had only just finished preaching, his mind brimming with insights. Where would he find the time to bother with Hong Yun?

Better hurry home, wash up, and sleep!

"Clang!"

The gates of Purple Cloud Palace opened once more. Hao Tian and Yao Chi had long been standing on either side of the entrance.

"We bid farewell to Saint Hongjun!"

The Great Powers who had come to Listen to the Dao shouted in unison, respectfully bowing to see Hongjun off.

Outside Purple Cloud Palace, quite a few Great Powers gathered in twos and threes across the plaza, discussing the Dao and verifying what each had gained.

Hong Yun was the last to emerge.

He had originally wanted to catch up with Old Deng Hongjun, but who knew that old man would simply ignore him.

Besides that, he had discovered a couple of fish that had slipped through the net during this sermon.

He had not fleeced those two little ones, Hao Tian and Yao Chi, yet!

Upholding the principle of plucking even a feather from a passing goose, Hong Yun coaxed the two children into beaming with delight in just a few words.

After instructing them to pass the roasted Enlightenment Tea on to the old man, he also gave them a pile of Spirit Fruits to forge a good bond.

"Looks like you've got filial piety, kid."

Deep within Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun watched through his divine sense as Hong Yun handed the Enlightenment Tea leaves to Hao Tian, and could not help nodding in satisfaction.

But when Hong Yun came out, two people were lying in wait for him.

"Senior Brother, we must use this chance to teach that beast a proper lesson!"

Zhunti gritted his teeth at Jieyin, his eyes brimming with viciousness.

At the end of his gaze stood Hong Yun.

When fighting for seats earlier, he had wanted to target Hong Yun, but later thought better of it. Hong Yun's cultivation was unfathomable to him.

Even if he and Senior Brother joined forces, they had no confidence in driving him from his seat in a short time. That was why they had changed targets and plotted against the weaker Minghe instead.

"Rest assured, Junior Brother. Watch Senior Brother make his move. This time, I will definitely help you dispel your Inner Demon!"

Jieyin patted his chest in guarantee, but the next moment, he and Zhunti were dumbfounded.

After Hong Yun came out, not to mention the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Zhen Yuanzi, even the Great Powers who had originally been scattered about discussing the Dao in small groups all gathered around Hong Yun to exchange pleasantries.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa and Fuxi, Di Jun and Tai Yi—aside from a handful of people, not a single one was absent.

"Junior Brother, how about we rethink this? It may not be a good time to strike now, right?"

Swallowing hard, Jieyin felt his scalp go numb. Zhunti was even more completely numb!

Did this guy really have such good relationships?

A Primordial Charm Demon?

Forget the two of them ganging up on Hong Yun.

If even one-third of the people before them stepped forward, a single mouthful of spit from each would be enough to drown the two Senior and Junior Brothers!

"Forget it, Senior Brother. Let's withdraw! Mountains and rivers may meet again—I refuse to believe he will never be alone."

Zhunti's tone was deeply unwilling, yet he did not dare risk a 1V2996 fight.

That was right. Aside from Zhunti and Jieyin, the only members of that handful were "Beiming Jerry" and "Sea of Blood Old Sixth."

Kunpeng's already gloomy face darkened even further. Minghe's expression, on the other hand, remained calm, but the towering killing intent around him was on the verge of condensing into substance.

The two murderous swords, Yuan Tu and A Bi, trembled softly, as though calling for their master to let them devour flesh and drink blood.

It was only because this was Hongjun's Daoist sanctuary, Purple Cloud Palace, that Minghe and Kunpeng restrained themselves. Otherwise, how could they possibly let the matter rest?

"Junior Brother, the wind is tight—run!"

"Go!"

The Jieyin and Zhunti brothers exchanged a glance, then simultaneously transformed into two streaks of golden light and fled toward inner Chaos.

"Chase!"

Kunpeng returned to his true form and spread his wings. Minghe leaped onto Kunpeng's back.

To kill the pair of shameless bastards, Zhunti and Jieyin, Kunpeng had actually been willing to turn himself into a mount for Minghe to ride. It seemed his hatred for those two fleeing brothers ran no less deep.

Where the Three Pure Ones stood, a trace of mockery flashed through Yuanshi's eyes.

Perhaps he was inwardly laughing at Kunpeng for not daring to make a move against them, only picking on the two soft persimmons from the west.

But this sermon had also reached the time for farewells.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, if you have the leisure, come visit our Kunlun Mountain. Would it not be delightful to discuss the sword with this poor Daoist then?" Tongtian was blunt by nature and directly invited Hongyun to visit their Daoist sanctuary.

Laozi smiled. "Indeed. This poor Daoist also greatly admires Fellow Daoist's attainments in the Dao of alchemy."

Yuanshi said nothing, merely giving Hongyun a slight nod of approval.

With that, the three transformed into three streaks of clear light and flew toward the primordial world.

No sooner had the Three Pure Ones departed than Fuxi and Nuwa stepped forward.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, your understanding of the Path of Creation has benefited Nuwa immensely. I hope that next time, we may have the opportunity to explore the origin of life together again."

"Younger Sister, don't forget my Dao of divination as well. Fellow Daoist Hongyun, you must come visit our Phoenix Perch Mountain!"

The brother and sister were quite the characters, and their attitude was far friendlier than that of the Three Pure Ones. Hongyun could only smile and put them off by promising that he certainly would next time.

Afterward came Di Jun and Tai Yi, Xi He and Chang Xi, Eastern Prince, Western Queen Mother...

At least half of the Three Thousand Mortal Guests invited Hongyun to visit their Daoist sanctuaries.

As expected of the Primordial Charm Demon—Hongyun truly deserved the title.

Before Hongjun's sermon, Hongyun had refined fragments of the Three Thousand Mortal Guests' insights into laws while chatting with them.

Though Hongyun did not speak much, whenever he did, his words always scratched right where these Great Powers itched.

Whenever they discussed the path of cultivation, Hongyun's views coincided with theirs without prior consultation, making them regard him as a kindred spirit.

A kindred spirit with extraordinary looks, outstanding bearing, profound cultivation, and a pleasant way of speaking—how could these Great Powers, who had never left their mountains since taking form, not adore him?

Little did they know that while they were happily chatting, Hongyun was profiting as well.

Only after seeing off each of these "kindred spirits" one by one did the smile on Hongyun's face fade somewhat.

These people might be on good terms with him now, but once conflicts of interest arose in the future, at least half of them would become enemies of the Wu Clan.

To say nothing of Fuxi and Nuwa, Di Jun and Tai Yi—before long, these figures would establish the "Demon Race" and become the protagonists of the Wu and Yao Clans' Tribulation of Calamity.

After the Three Pure Ones and those two from the west became Saints, they would also engage in no small amount of scheming.

"Virtuous Younger Brother, this elder brother will return to Wuzhuang Temple first. In a few days, a fresh batch of Ginseng Fruit will ripen. When the time comes, you must come and have a taste while they're fresh."

Zhen Yuanzi was reluctant to part with Hongyun and repeatedly reminded him that he had to visit Wuzhuang Temple to find him.

Hongyun naturally agreed at once. This "heaven-chosen Good Buddy" would absolutely never become his enemy in the future; instead, he would become an ally.

After bidding farewell to Zhen Yuanzi, Dijiang finally asked, "Brother Hongyun, will you return to Buzhou Mountain with us, or return to your Daoist sanctuary in the East Sea?"

Hongyun stretched, loosening his body before replying, "Let's return to Buzhou Mountain first! By my calculations, that opportunity on Buzhou Mountain should be ripening soon. In a little over a thousand years, we can return and claim it."

"Even better! I've been wanting to spar with Brother Hongyun again!" Zhurong grinned excitedly.

Hongyun shot him a glance, unable to stop the cold laughter rising within his heart.

Did you think the Brother Hongyun before you was still the same Brother Hongyun as before?

Ah Wei is already dead!

You picked this, idol!

Pah, pah, pah—wrong channel...

It was not that Hongyun was getting carried away. His cultivation had truly reached Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Perfection, while his realm had attained Primordial Golden Immortal. As for his body-refining attainments, they too were at Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Perfection.

Forget Zhurong—were all Twelve Ancestral Witches to attack together and deploy their simplified version of the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Spirit Formation, Hongyun would not fear them in the slightest.

In primordial cultivation, crossing a major realm was like crossing a heavenly chasm.

Why did the six Saints of later generations stand above all living beings? It was exactly as they said: beneath Saints, all were ants.

Having glimpsed a trace of the mystery of the Primordial Golden Immortal, Hongyun could already gather the might of the Great Dao.

He truly did not fear the Twelve Ancestral Witches.