Kept After Class by Hongjun

At this moment, the two of them completely disregarded what others thought, tears and snot streaming down their faces.

Seeing this, Nan Ji naturally knew that the Dao Ancestor would accept them.

In fact, both the Dao Ancestor and the two Saints of the West knew that their master-disciple connection was not deep.

The Dao Ancestor wanted to transfer the karma from the destruction of the Western spiritual veins, while the two from the West sought power. Both had extremely strong motivations.

Therefore, Nan Ji couldn't help but admire the two from the West.

However, others were unaware and sneered at their appearance.

"Heh, do you think you can become the Dao Ancestor's disciple just by crying?"

"Even Nuwa from the East is only a nominal disciple, where would there be a place for you!"

The words of the Great Desolation's mighty figures rained down like a dense barrage.

But Jieyin and Zhunti acted as if they hadn't heard anything, continuing to cry, "We beg the Dao Ancestor for mercy."

Hongjun watched them cry for a long time before directly asking, "Are you two sure you want to become my disciples?"

"Yes!"

"We beg the Dao Ancestor to fulfill our wish."

Upon hearing this, the tears of the two immediately stopped, and they quickly replied.

"Very well, although my master-disciple connection with you two is not deep, your minds are firm, and you have great missions to complete in the future. I will accept you as nominal disciples."

Hongjun's words, a departure from his usual contrarian remarks, left everyone bewildered.

But Jieyin and Zhunti, upon hearing this, quickly stopped crying and broke into smiles, "Thank you, Master, for your compassion!"

Only Nan Ji understood that the Dao Ancestor was using the guise of a master-disciple relationship to transfer the karma of the West onto the two of them.

In other words, if the West was restored in the future, it would be their due.

If it couldn't be restored, they would bear the karma.

The Great Desolation's mighty figures, who had been watching the spectacle, immediately regretted not crying themselves.

They all thought in unison: If even the two from the West can be accepted, why can't we?

Thus, for a time, numerous Great Desolation mighty figures resorted to various tricks. Some wailed loudly, some rolled on the ground, and some even threatened to die in the Purple Heaven Palace if the Dao Ancestor didn't accept them.

Neither the Three Pure Ones, nor Nuwa, nor even the now-calm Western Two said anything.

One day, two days...

The Dao Ancestor quietly watched the crowd before him, saying nothing.

Until he saw everyone gradually quiet down, the Dao Ancestor swept his gaze and said, "I thought you all felt that this old man was too bored and was deliberately putting on a show for my amusement. It was truly spectacular."

Just like his previous contrarian remarks, this immediately startled countless mighty figures.

Recalling their actions just moments ago, the mighty figures' hearts sank with guilt, and they lowered their heads.

"However, if you are willing to use your next lecture time, this old man would be very happy!"

Hearing this, the crowd was aghast.

Thus, they all prostrated themselves on the ground, seeking forgiveness from Hongjun Dao Ancestor.

But the Dao Ancestor shook his head and flicked his horsetail whisk. In an instant, the three thousand guests in the Purple Heaven Palace were teleported back to the Great Desolation.

In the blink of an eye, the mighty figures who returned to the Great Desolation gained a deeper understanding of a Saint's power.

And at this moment, Tongtian shouted amidst the crowd, "Oh dear, where is my junior nephew?"

"Did he fall into the chaos?"

"Little Nan Ji, Little Nan Ji!"

Tongtian shouted while using his magical power, which immediately echoed throughout the Great Desolation.

But this time, before Yuanshi could speak, Laozi, with a dark expression, loudly reprimanded, "Enough! Nan Ji was kept behind by Master."

Perhaps rarely reprimanded by Laozi, Tongtian's voice immediately ceased.

Sensing the gazes of many fellow disciples from the Purple Heaven Palace on him, Laozi could only say, "We, the Three Pure Ones, need to return and comprehend the Dao imparted by Master. Fellow Daoists are welcome to visit Xuanqing Peak on Kunlun Mountain in the future."

After speaking, Laozi left with Yuanshi and Tongtian.

On the other side, Nan Ji watched as the Dao Ancestor flicked his horsetail whisk, and then everyone disappeared before his eyes.

The once noisy Purple Heaven Palace was now left with only Hongjun, Haotian, Yaochi, and Nan Ji.

Sensing this change, Nan Ji immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

He had been "kept after class" by Hongjun Dao Ancestor!

If Hongjun Dao Ancestor's presence felt like a suffocating river when there were many people, then Nan Ji now felt as if he had plunged into the deep sea.

Could it be that the Dao Ancestor had discovered something?

As Nan Ji thought this, his heart panicked.

But then he thought again that Dao Ancestor hadn't erased him immediately, which meant there was still hope.

Just then, Dao Ancestor's voice came from above.

"You, don't you have anything to say to this old man?"

Dao Ancestor's voice was as sarcastic as ever.

Upon hearing this, Nan Ji looked helplessly at Yao Chi and Haotian, only to see a clear bewilderment in their eyes.

"Grand-master..."

Nan Ji thought to himself that he was, after all, the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones, and quickly called out.

"Hmm, you are still polite."

Hongjun Dao Ancestor did not deny Nan Ji's identity, and said with an expressionless face, "As the third-generation eldest disciple of the Xuanmen, what do you think of the general trend and the minor trends?"

Hearing Hongjun's question, Nan Ji let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

Just as he had thought, Hongjun Dao Ancestor already knew about his transmigration.

Thinking of this, Nan Ji couldn't help but complain about some transmigration novels.

Could it be that saying "from now on, only so-and-so will be able to cover the path taken" in the early stages was enough?

Even if the Sages couldn't deduce the future midway, wouldn't Dao Ancestor be able to deduce it and not care?

Perhaps because Nan Ji hadn't answered for a long time, he felt a pressure from a Sage slowly approaching him.

Looking at the expressionless Hongjun Dao Ancestor, Nan Ji quickly said, "Grand-master, your disciple believes that minor trends can be changed, but general trends cannot."

This answer was something Nan Ji had thought about countless times in his mind.

As soon as Nan Ji finished speaking, he immediately felt the oppressive force on him disappear.

"Hahahaha."

Dao Ancestor did not answer Nan Ji, but instead reached out a hand, and a jade cup appeared before him.

Then, Dao Ancestor looked at Nan Ji and said, "Why don't you take out your Enlightenment Tea and serve this Grand-master some tea?"

Hearing this, Nan Ji's anxious heart finally settled.

So he quickly got up, took three steps and turned into two, walking up to Hongjun and taking out all the Enlightenment Tea he had stored.

At the same time, he put a few leaves into Dao Ancestor's jade cup.

After waiting for a moment, he found that Dao Ancestor still made no move, so Nan Ji quickly poured a stream of spiritual water into the cup.

Then, as the leaves began to unfurl, Nan Ji picked up the jade cup and said to Hongjun, "Grand-master, please drink tea."

"Hmm."

Hongjun Dao Ancestor took the tea and took a sip, saying, "This old man was wondering how the Three Pure Ones managed to take in such an intelligent disciple. To serve this Grand-master tea, they still needed the Grand-master to add water. This is truly excellent."

Hearing this, Nan Ji almost lost his footing.

Was Grand-master calling him stupid? Thinking of this, Nan Ji quickly wanted to explain something.

But Hongjun Dao Ancestor continued, "You are the third-generation eldest disciple of my Xuanmen, and this Grand-master will naturally not mistreat you."

As soon as Hongjun finished speaking, Nan Ji suddenly felt a torrent as if it had been injected into his body, and the original sense of nameless restraint also dissipated.