Struggle for Seats

Before Zixiao Palace,

the prominent figures of the Primordial World had gathered here, all waiting for Ancestor Hongjun to expound the Dao.

Just then, a streak of light raced over and landed steadily before the gates of Zixiao Palace.

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

"Huh? A mere Heavenly Immortal actually managed to cross the Chaos and come here?"

Many great powers revealed looks of surprise, curious as to how a Heavenly Immortal could traverse the Chaos.

One had to know that the Chaos Gale was immensely powerful. Even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal would not feel good after taking a hit. Those who could arrive here were generally experts at the Grand Unity realm, with only a handful of Grand Unity Golden Immortals able to make it by relying on the power of magical treasures.

Everyone began speculating about what kind of treasure could withstand the Chaos Gale.

At the thought of this, many great powers revealed fierce expressions, intending to kill and seize the treasure. But remembering that this was a Saint's dojo and fearing the Saint's wrath, they temporarily suppressed those thoughts.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi."

The Sanqing, who were acquainted with Xuan Yi, greeted him with cupped hands.

The Sanqing knew Xuan Yi's identity. As the Saint's son, was it strange for him to appear at his own doorstep, especially when this was the Saint's dojo?

Xuan Yi also thought favorably of the Sanqing.

"I'll quietly tell you a secret. Father intends to accept disciples during his lecture. Six Meditation Cushions will be placed inside Zixiao Palace. Make sure you seize a seat when the time comes."

Since the Sanqing were destined to become Saints anyway, Xuan Yi did not mind doing them a small favor.

This news made the Sanqing tremble in shock, and they were all deeply grateful to Xuan Yi for the information.

Xuan Yi, however, looked toward Nuwa in the distance.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, have you been well? We parted in such haste last time that I never had the chance to visit you. I didn't expect to meet you here again."

Xuan Yi smiled as he greeted Nuwa.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi! It's been so long!"

Nuwa was overjoyed to see Xuan Yi again. Last time, she had fled in a fluster because of her shyness.

Afterward, she regretted it greatly. Since she liked him, she should have boldly stayed with him. Having thought it through, Nuwa had always wanted to see Xuan Yi again.

When Nuwa learned that Ancestor Hongjun would be expounding the Dao, she realized that her chance to see Xuan Yi again had come. She immediately brought Fuxi to Zixiao Palace.

At that moment, Fuxi also noticed the commotion. One look at Nuwa's bashful expression told him that this was the little thief who had stolen his sister's heart.

"Kid, stay away from my sister."

Fuxi glared angrily at Xuan Yi. His beloved little sister had always circled around him, calling out "Big Brother" nonstop. Yet ever since she had gone out last time, she often stared into space alone, occasionally revealing a bashful expression.

Fuxi immediately realized that some little thief had stolen his sister's heart.

"Big Brother, how can you be so rude?"

Seeing Fuxi act so rudely toward Xuan Yi, Nuwa immediately grew angry.

"Oh, my dear little sister."

"You can't let this little thief deceive you. He's only a Heavenly Immortal!"

Fuxi was helpless when he saw his sister getting angry. She was his little sister—what else could he do but spoil her?

"Brother, he is Saint Hongjun's son."

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

"What? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I approve of the two of you."

The moment he heard that Xuan Yi was the Saint's son, Fuxi sold out his sister without the slightest hesitation.

Nuwa was so embarrassed by those words that she wanted to slap this unreliable elder brother to death.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi, please don't mind him. My big brother... has something wrong with his head."

"It's fine, it's fine."

Having his little thoughts exposed right in front of everyone, Xuan Yi was awkward as hell.

"Wa'er, it's almost time for the lecture. Father will accept disciples during it. There are six Meditation Cushions inside, so you must seize one."

Without realizing it, Xuan Yi had even changed how he addressed her.

"Mhm, thank you, Xuan Yi."

Now that she had untangled her feelings, Nuwa naturally no longer resisted. This could be considered their relationship being officially confirmed.

"Go in first. Once the lecture is over, I have a gift for you."

Even Xuan Yi, who had been single for ten thousand years, could tell that Nuwa had accepted him. He immediately decided that after the lecture, he would give Nuwa the magical treasure bestowed by Father Heavenly Dao.

"Creak."

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

"Go quickly."

Xuan Yi called softly, rousing Nuwa from her intoxication with love.

The moment they entered, they saw the six Meditation Cushions within Zixiao Palace.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi truly didn't deceive us."

With Xuan Yi's warning, the Sanqing relied on their formidable strength to immediately seize the first three Meditation Cushions. Taking advantage of everyone fighting over the seats, Fuxi shoved Nuwa onto the fourth Meditation Cushion and stood guard beside her.

The final two Meditation Cushions were taken by the swifter Hong Yun and Kunpeng.

Seeing that all the Meditation Cushions had been claimed, the others finally settled down and found places to sit.

After everyone had taken their seats, two ragged Daoists ran in. One look at the Meditation Cushions at the front told them that they held great opportunities, but they had already been occupied. The two exchanged a glance, then immediately burst into loud sobs.

"Poor us, our hearts are so resolute in seeking the Dao. We only wished to listen to the Saint expound the Dao, but the journey from the west was far too long. We missed the Meditation Cushions close to the Saint. Our fates are truly bitter!"

The two were Zhunti and Jieyin from the west.

Everyone remained unmoved by their clumsy performance. Only kindhearted Hong Yun could not bear to watch any longer.

"Fellow Daoists, stop crying. I'll give you my seat."

Hong Yun could not bear it and gave his seat to Zhunti, who craftily sat down at once.

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

"Are you, some fur-covered beast with horns, worthy of sitting in Zixiao Palace? Get lost from that seat at once!"

Kunpeng was so furious that smoke nearly rose from his seven orifices, and he wished he could fight him on the spot.

"Hmph, how dare one born from eggs and dampness sit among us?"

It was Yuanshi, who cared most about one's origins, who spoke.

Faced with the shameless duo glaring at him like tigers and Yuanshi's mocking words, Kunpeng could only snort coldly and sit down at the back in indignation.

Jieyin immediately claimed Kunpeng's former seat.

At this time, the gates of Zixiao Palace were about to close. Yet at the very last moment, Xuan Yi slowly strolled in from outside.

Walking to a spot below Hongjun, Xuan Yi pointed with one hand, and a Meditation Cushion suddenly appeared. He casually sat down on it.

This scene left all the cultivators dumbfounded.

"Has this Heavenly Immortal gone mad? This is the Saint's dojo. How does he dare?"

The Sanqing, Nuwa, and the others who knew Xuan Yi's identity naturally found it perfectly reasonable. Zhunti, however, did not know and thought this was an excellent opportunity to curry favor with the Saint.

"A puny Heavenly Immortal dares to act recklessly in the Saint's dojo? Get out at once!"

The moment those words were spoken, Xuan Yi's gaze sharpened as he looked toward Zhunti, seated on a Meditation Cushion.

That was right, Zhunti had spoken those words.

"Insolence!" ×4

The Sanqing, Nuwa, and the others who knew Xuan Yi's identity immediately spoke up in rebuke.

"How Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi conducts himself is none of your business."

The Sanqing glared furiously at Zhunti and even summoned their spiritual treasures, ready to teach him a lesson at any time.

Xuan Yi had no favorable impression of the western duo either. In the future, these two would betray the Mysterious Sect and take away a great deal of its fortune.

Thinking of this, Xuan Yi no longer held back and directly sent a bolt of Heavenly Punishment Lightning at him.

Boom!

The unprepared Zhunti was instantly charred black and crispy. Of course, Xuan Yi had held back. Otherwise, even a peak Quasi-Saint would have been crippled if not killed by that strike.

"You bastard! You dare attack in the Saint's dojo? Aren't you afraid the Saint will blame you?"

Seeing Zhunti's miserable state, Jieyin could not hold back any longer. Yet he did not dare attack directly and could only shout in rebuke.

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

Xuan Yi remained utterly calm.

"There's something strange about this brat. Otherwise, how could a mere Heavenly Immortal injure me?"

Having regained his senses, Zhunti hurriedly warned Jieyin.

"Don't make a move yet, lest we displease the Saint. Once the Saint arrives, let's see how he remains so arrogant."

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

"High above the ninefold clouds, upon the cushion the true Dao was realized. Beyond Heaven and Earth's mystery and yellow, I alone am revered as teacher. Pangu gave rise to the Supreme Ultimate, and the Two Principles and Four Images followed. One Dao passed to three friends; two teachings became Explanation and Interception. Leader of all the Mysterious Sect, one breath transformed into Hongjun."

An ethereal voice drifted over, and Hongjun's figure slowly appeared before everyone.