The Kunpeng's Grudge

He also gave away the Blessed Land of Zhongnan Mountain and one of the ten Innate Spiritual Roots, the Immortal Apricot.

If the Heavenly Dao truly intended to destroy him, there wouldn't even be a chance for reincarnation!

Don't think for a moment that the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun are just sitting around doing nothing!

The commotion over Hongyun giving up his seat had just settled, and a strange silence still lingered within the Purple Mansion Palace.

"Junior Brother, since you have obtained this opportunity, you should stay here and listen well to the Great Dao. I... will wait outside the door."

The sorrowful expression on Daoist Jieyin's face deepened, and he too made a move to leave.

"Senior Brother! What are you saying?!"

Zhunti immediately grew "anxious," his voice rising.

"We are of one breath, sharing honor and disgrace! If you do not sit, how can I find peace?!"

Before his words had even faded, his gaze shot out like lightning, instantly locking onto the figure on the last purple cushion—Kunpeng.

A fierce aura erupted without warning.

"Hmph!" Zhunti shouted sharply, his voice clanging like metal and stone, filled with contempt and reprimand.

"This is a Sage's dojo, a sacred ground for the opportunity to hear the Great Dao! When did it become a place for a beast like you, who only recently transformed, to usurp and occupy?!

You defile this pure and tranquil treasure land! Get down at once and give your seat to my Senior Brother!"

"Creatures born of wetness and eggs, beasts with fur and horns—how dare they sit alongside us Three Pure Ones? Filth!"

Primordial Heavenly Venerate's cold, arrogant, and disdainful voice chimed in at just the right moment, like an authoritative seal stamped on this farce, or perhaps like he was impatiently adding fuel to the fire out of annoyance.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the Purple Mansion Palace plummeted to freezing point.

Many great beings furrowed their brows, especially those who had transformed from Innate Spiritual Beasts, a chill rising in their eyes.

And Zhunti, that old trickster of the Primordial Wilderness, gave Kunpeng no time to explain or react!

Before his words had even faded, he unhesitatingly sacrificed a radiant Innate Spiritual Treasure, wrapped in an overwhelming, irresistible force, and ruthlessly smashed it towards the caught-off-guard Kunpeng!

"You!"

Kunpeng was shocked and enraged, never imagining that the other party would dare to attack directly in a Sage's dojo, under the watchful eyes of everyone!

In his haste, he could only muster his protective Demonic Light, but the Spiritual Treasure came too fiercely and too fast.

With a dull "bang," he and his Demonic Light were solidly struck.

The immense force made it impossible for him to stabilize himself, and he was sent flying by the violent power, crashing to the ground in a miserable heap!

"Pfft!"

A sweetness rose in Kunpeng's throat. He forcibly suppressed the surging blood, then jerked his head up. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, blazed with overwhelming hatred and humiliation, fixed on Zhunti as if to carve the figures of the two Western baldies into his very bones!

"Senior Brother! If not now, when?!"

Having succeeded in his strike, Zhunti immediately shouted in reminder.

Daoist Jieyin, who had been "full of sorrow," moved like a ghost. With a flicker of his form, he was already firmly seated on the purple cushion, still warm from Kunpeng's body.

Then, he closed his eyes, his appearance solemn, as if the entire commotion had nothing to do with him, already lost in the void, ready to listen to the Dao.

This speed of "entering meditation" was truly the best in the Primordial Wilderness!

Zhenyuanzi looked at Hongyun beside him, who still wore a gratified smile as if he had done a "great deed," and his heart sank completely.

His brows were deeply furrowed, almost twisted into a knot.

Hongyun, Hongyun! It was bad enough that you foolishly gave up your own seat, but now you've caused Kunpeng to lose his as well!

Is Kunpeng the type to be broad-minded and let things go?

This Karma... is deeply tied! Deep enough to topple the stars and stain the sky with blood!

Kunpeng staggered to his feet. First, he shot a venomous glare at Zhunti, his gaze like a poisoned dagger.

Then, a bone-chilling, murderous look, like two venomous snakes, coiled tightly around Hongyun!

There was no concealment, a naked hatred that almost solidified into substance!

Without another word, he violently flicked his sleeve, and with his disheveled appearance and towering resentment, he silently walked to the darkest corner at the back of the hall, his figure merging into the shadows.

"Big Brother!"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's heroic face burned with anger, the aura of Solar True Fire faintly rippling.

"Those two scoundrels go too far! Should we step in and uphold justice for that Daoist Friend Kunpeng?"

Taiyi could not stand such despicable acts.

"Second Brother, don't be impulsive!"

Di Jun's eyes were deep, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart and a trace of admiration for Kunpeng's strength.

"This is a Sage's dojo; how can we resort to violence? Hold your temper for now."

He paused, his gaze sweeping towards the corner where Kunpeng had vanished, lost in thought.

"Once the lecture is over, it won't be too late for us to seek out that Daoist Friend Kunpeng for a chat."

His mind was already racing with calculations:

"This great demon has extraordinary innate origins. Having suffered such humiliation, this is the perfect opportunity to recruit him..."

Qing Huan took in this entire Primordial Wilderness blockbuster scene, shaking his head with a silent laugh:

"Tsk, a classic scene, living up to its reputation.

This live version... is indeed even more thrilling than the legends. What a pity, though..."

He glanced at Di Jun.

"Brother Di Jun, your 'we'll talk later' cautious prudence just cost you a golden chance to max out your favorability in Kunpeng's heart.

No wonder that River Diagram and Luo Script of yours will one day be 'rolled away' by him, never to return! The seed of karma is buried deep today."

Right at that moment, the grand gates of Purple Mansion Palace, which seemed to seal off heaven and earth, slammed shut with a thunderous boom.

The two Dao Children, Hao Tian and Yao Chi, stepped forward with solemn expressions and steady strides toward the high platform that held the gaze of all.

In an instant, the entire Purple Mansion Palace fell so silent that a dropped needle could be heard. The three thousand Innate Deities held their breath, their burning gazes fixed on these two seemingly young children who represented the will of the Sage.

Yao Chi ascended the high platform and stood beside the six cushions that bore invisible opportunities. Her clear voice echoed through the silent hall:

"The ten-thousand-year term is complete. The Master's divine carriage is about to arrive. Fellow Daoists, please maintain silence."

The moment her words fell, an indescribable pressure quietly spread.

Void within the hall suddenly blazed with light. Golden lotuses sprang from the ground, thousands of strands of Auspicious Qi interwove, and Xuan Huang energies coiled like dragons and serpents.

Amidst this sacred and solemn manifestation, the figure of Dao Ancestor Hongjun materialized on the high platform without warning, as if he had always existed there, one with the Dao itself.

He appeared gaunt and ethereal, with white hair and beard, clad in an ancient Purple Gold Dao Robe, surrounded by a transcendent, timeless aura that surpassed all ages.

"We pay homage to the Sage!"

Without any command, the three thousand Innate Deities in the hall rose as one and bowed in salute, their voices merging into a mighty torrent of Dao Sound.

Qing Huan naturally blended in among them, daring not the slightest negligence.

How could one treat the might of a Sage lightly? That would be nothing short of cutting off one's own path...

If he truly had to rely on his own comprehension... that wasn't impossible, just a matter of time...

"Please, be seated, everyone."

Hongjun's voice was plain and unremarkable, yet it carried the supreme rhythm of the Dao, reaching the ears of every listener with perfect clarity.

His seemingly ordinary gaze slowly swept across the crowd below, as deep as if it contained an entire Sea of Stars.