The Seat Dispute

Before Zixiao Palace

The most prominent figures in the Primordial Chaos had gathered here, all awaiting Hongjun the Ancestor's sermon.

Just then, a streak of light shot through the sky, landing steadily before the gates of Zixiao Palace.

The arrival was none other than Xuan Yi, who had just parted ways with Haotian and Yaochi.

"Huh? A mere Heavenly Immortal can actually traverse the Chaos to get here?"

Many powerful beings revealed surprised expressions, all curious as to how a Heavenly Immortal could cross the Chaos.

It was known that the Chaos Gale possessed infinite power; even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal would have a hard time enduring a single blow. Those who could reach this place were, without exception, powerhouses at the Grand Unity realm. Only a select few Grand Unity Golden Immortals could arrive here by relying on the might of their magic treasures.

Everyone began to speculate about what kind of magic treasure could withstand the Chaos Gale.

Upon considering this, many powerful beings showed fierce expressions, wanting to kill and seize the treasure. However, they quickly remembered this was a Saint's Dao Field and feared the Saint's reprimand, thus suppressing their thoughts for the moment.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi."

The Sanqing, who were familiar with Xuan Yi, cupped their hands in greeting.

The Sanqing knew Xuan Yi's identity – he was the Saint's son. And this was a Saint's Dao Field, so was his appearance at their doorstep really that strange?

Xuan Yi also held a favorable impression of the Sanqing.

"Let me tell you a secret, Father plans to take disciples during the sermon. There will be six Meditation Cushions placed inside Zixiao Palace. You must all race to secure a spot then."

Since the Sanqing were destined to become Saints, Xuan Yi didn't mind doing them a favor.

This news caused the Sanqing to tremble, and they were all extremely grateful for Xuan Yi's information.

Meanwhile, Xuan Yi's gaze fell upon Nuwa in the distance.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, I trust you are well. We parted in such a hurry last time, and I never had the chance to visit. I didn't expect to encounter you here again."

Xuan Yi greeted Nuwa with a chuckle.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi! Long time no see!"

Nuwa was pleasantly surprised to see Xuan Yi again. She had fled in a flustered state last time due to shyness.

Afterward, she deeply regretted it. Since she liked him, she should have been bold and stayed. Having come to this realization, Nuwa had been eager to see Xuan Yi again.

Upon hearing that Hongjun the Ancestor would be preaching, Nuwa realized an opportunity to see Xuan Yi had arrived, and she immediately brought Fuxi to Zixiao Palace.

At this moment, Fuxi also noticed the commotion. Seeing Nuwa's shy expression, he knew instantly that this was the little scoundrel who had stolen his sister's heart.

"Kid, stay away from my sister."

Fuxi glared at Xuan Yi, filled with indignation. Previously, his beloved sister had always been around him, constantly calling him "brother." Ever since she went out last time, she had been spacing out alone, occasionally showing a shy expression.

Fuxi immediately knew a scoundrel had stolen his sister's heart.

"Brother, how can you be so rude?"

Seeing Fuxi's rudeness towards Xuan Yi, Nuwa became instantly annoyed.

"Oh, my dear sister."

"You mustn't be deceived by this little scoundrel. He's only a Heavenly Immortal!"

Seeing his sister's anger, Fuxi felt helpless. His sister, what could he do? He could only spoil her.

"Brother, he is the son of Saint Hongjun!"

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Fuxi, Nuwa had no choice but to quietly tell him Xuan Yi's identity.

"What? Why didn't you say so earlier? I approve of you two's relationship."

Upon hearing that he was the Saint's son, Fuxi sold out his sister without any reservations.

At these words, Nuwa was so embarrassed she wanted to slap her unreliable elder brother to death.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi, please don't mind him. My elder brother... he's a bit slow."

"It's nothing, nothing at all."

Having his hidden thoughts exposed so directly, Xuan Yi felt extremely awkward.

"Wa'er, it's almost time for the sermon. Father will be taking disciples during the sermon, and there are six Meditation Cushions inside. You must make sure to grab one."

Unconsciously, Xuan Yi had even changed his form of address.

"Mm, thank you, Xuan Yi."

Since the emotional barrier had been broken, Nuwa no longer resisted. This could be considered a formal confirmation of their relationship.

"You go in first. After the sermon ends, I have a gift for you."

Even Xuan Yi, a single dog for millennia, could tell that Nuwa had accepted him. He immediately planned to give Nuwa the magic treasure bestowed by Heavenly Dao Father after the sermon.

"Creak."

The great doors of Zixiao Palace slowly opened. All the cultivators surged into Zixiao Palace like madmen.

"Quick, go!"

Xuan Yi gently called out, waking Nuwa, who was lost in the throes of love.

As soon as they entered, they saw the six meditation cushions in Zixiao Palace.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi truly didn't lie to us."

With Xuan Yi's reminder, the Sanqing, relying on their formidable strength, immediately seized the first three meditation cushions. Meanwhile, Fuxi, taking advantage of the scramble, placed Nuwa on the fourth cushion and stood guard beside her.

The last two cushions were taken by the faster Hongyun and Kunpeng.

Seeing that all the cushions were taken, the remaining individuals quieted down and found places to sit on their own.

Just as everyone was seated, two ragged-looking Daoists ran in. Upon seeing the meditation cushions at the front, they knew a great opportunity was present. Unfortunately, they were already occupied. The two exchanged a look and immediately burst into tears.

"Alas, our determination to seek the Dao is so firm, we only wished to listen to the Saint's teachings, but the journey from the West was too long. We missed out on the meditation cushions close to the Saint. Our lives are truly bitter!"

These two were none other than Zhunti and Jieyin from the West.

The crowd remained indifferent to their pathetic performance, but the kind-hearted Hongyun couldn't bear it.

"Fellow Daoists, please don't cry. I'll give you this spot."

Hongyun, showing a pained expression, offered his seat to Zhunti, who cunningly sat down immediately.

Once seated, Zhunti looked at Kunpeng beside him with disdain.

"Can a beast with fur and horns like you sit in Zixiao Palace? Get down quickly!"

Kunpeng was so enraged he could have exploded, wishing he could fight Zhunti.

"Hmph, you who hatched from dampness, how dare you sit with us?"

It was Yuanshi, who was most concerned with lineage, who spoke.

Facing the menacing duo and the sneering Yuanshi, Kunpeng could only let out a cold snort and resentfully moved to sit further back.

Kunpeng's vacated spot was immediately taken by Jieyin.

At this moment, the doors of Zixiao Palace were about to close. But at the last second, Xuan Yi slowly walked in from outside.

He walked to a spot slightly below Hongjun, extended a hand, and a meditation cushion suddenly appeared. Xuan Yi then casually sat on it.

This scene stunned all the cultivators present.

"Has this Heavenly Immortal gone mad? This is a Saint's Dao Field, how dare he?"

However, the Sanqing, Nuwa, and others who knew Xuan Yi's identity felt it was only natural. But Zhunti, unaware of this, saw it as a perfect opportunity to curry favor with the Saint.

"A mere Heavenly Immortal dares to act so presumptuously in a Saint's Dao Field, get out!"

As soon as he spoke, Xuan Yi's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Zhunti, who was sitting on the cushion.

Yes, it was Zhunti who had just spoken.

"Presumptuous ×4"

The Sanqing, Nuwa, and others who knew Xuan Yi's identity immediately shouted in reprimand.

"How Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi conducts himself is not for you to question."

The Sanqing glared at Zhunti, even summoning their Spiritual Treasures, ready to teach him a lesson at any moment.

Xuan Yi also had no good feelings towards the Western duo. In the future, these two would betray the Xuanmen and siphon off a significant amount of its destiny.

With this thought, Xuan Yi no longer held back and sent a bolt of Heavenly Punishment Lightning.

"Boom!"

Completely unprepared, Zhunti was struck and became charred inside and out. Of course, Xuan Yi had held back; otherwise, even a peak Quasi-Saint would be severely injured, if not killed, by such a strike.

"You scoundrel, how dare you attack in a Saint's Dao Field? Aren't you afraid of the Saint's reprimand?"

Seeing Zhunti's miserable state, Jieyin couldn't hold back, but he didn't dare to attack directly, only shouting loudly.

"What, not convinced? Come and hit me then."

Xuan Yi remained very calm.

"This brat is strange. Otherwise, how could a mere Heavenly Immortal injure me?"

Zhunti, having regained his senses, quickly warned Jieyin.

"Don't act rashly yet, lest you displease the Saint. Let's see how arrogant he is when the Saint arrives."

Hearing this, the Sanqing and others who knew Xuan Yi's identity all showed mocking expressions.

"High dwelling in nine layers of clouds, a meditation cushion reveals the true Dao. Beyond Heaven and Earth, Yellow and Black, I shall be the sect leader. Pangu gave birth to Taiji, Yin and Yang follow the Four Phenomena. One Dao passed to three friends, two sects established and separated. The leader of the Xuanmen, Hongjun transformed from a single breath."

A ethereal voice echoed, and Hongjun's figure slowly appeared before everyone.