Meditation Cushion Opportunity

Jieyin and Zhunti sensed that the meditation cushions in Purple Heaven Palace held a great opportunity, but they dared not cause trouble, feeling anxious inwardly.

The three exchanged thoughts through their divine senses.

Zhunti spoke first, "Brother, I can sense that the six meditation cushions in front of the hall contain a great opportunity, crucial for the prosperity of the West. We must contend for them!"

"Junior Brother, I have the same sensing. However, this is a Saint's dojo, so we must not act rashly, lest we anger the Saint. It's best to discuss this further," replied Jieyin.

"Looking at the numerous people in the hall, there are few empty seats. The Saint is about to begin speaking, so there's no time for further discussion. I think it would be best if I stepped forward. At worst, I'll lose some face. Perhaps I can curry favor and ask those few for two seats. Even if it doesn't work, it won't matter. As long as we don't resort to force, I don't think the Saint will blame us."

Jieyin found this reasonable. Time was limited, and there was no time for lengthy deliberation.

Of the two brothers, Zhunti was skilled in social interaction, adept at dealing with fellow Daoists and traveling extensively. Jieyin, on the other hand, was not eloquent, usually focusing on profound cultivation and staying out of external affairs. Compared to Zhunti, his cultivation was superior.

Now, for the sake of their shared opportunity, Zhunti was willing to cast aside his pride and beg for seats in front of many powerful cultivators, allowing Jieyin to benefit. This made Jieyin feel a pang of guilt and shame.

"To secure an opportunity for the West, I must ask Junior Brother to lose face. Brother is truly ashamed. Since we are one, Brother should naturally step forward with you."

Jiang Yun had been listening quietly to their discussion. Seeing their deep brotherly affection and unity, willing to sacrifice their dignity as great cultivators for the prosperity of the West, he was deeply moved and couldn't help but speak, "This disciple hails from the Western lands. Grateful for Teacher's favor, I was accepted into his tutelage and meticulously taught. I wish to advance and retreat with Teacher and Uncle-Master."

"Good~"

Jieyin and Zhunti were very pleased to hear Jiang Yun's words and responded in unison.

Zhunti took a step forward towards the front row of meditation cushions, with Jieyin and Jiang Yun following closely behind. The crowd seated on the ground behind them cast strange glances at the trio – some in surprise, some in disdain, and some putting on airs, ready to watch the show.

Zhunti walked to a few rows behind the meditation cushions, not rushing to act, but first taking stock of the situation.

The three individuals occupying the foremost meditation cushions had their auras subtly connected, clearly originating from the same source. Moreover, their strength was formidable; they were obviously not to be trifled with.

After these three, a female cultivator sat on the fourth meditation cushion. Her aura of creation was also not weak. Behind her, a man's aura complemented hers, with a Dao intent of yin and yang harmonizing between them. They were also not to be underestimated.

The man behind the woman turned and saw the trio approaching from the side, looking at them with a wary expression.

Zhunti could only offer an awkward smile.

Looking at the last two meditation cushions, the fifth one was occupied by a black-clothed, hawk-faced cultivator with a sinister look. He didn't seem like someone who was easy to get along with, and his aura was not connected to anyone else's, suggesting he was likely a loner.

As for the last seat, it brought some joy to Zhunti's heart. He saw the person wearing a cheerful red Daoist robe – it was that kind-hearted elder of the Primordial Desolation. He was usually widely befriended and eager to help. Although his cultivation was powerful, he never bullied the weak. Instead, he liked to help those who were weaker, sowing good karma extensively.

Zhunti's thoughts raced, and an idea formed in his mind.

Alas, my brother and nephew, and I, have traveled from the harsh and cold lands of the West, enduring countless hardships, traversing layers of fierce winds and chaotic storms, to arrive at Purple Heaven Palace to hear the Dao, all for the sake of the future of the beings in the West.

"Yet, upon entering the palace, we don't even have a seat in the front. How can the three of us explain this to the beings of the West!"

His hair was disheveled, and his Daoist robe was somewhat messy, as if he had just endured an ordeal before arriving. His desolate, trembling voice echoed in the Purple Heaven Palace, stirring emotions.

Jiang Yun was shocked. He hadn't noticed before, but how had his Uncle-Master suddenly changed his appearance? Then, he glanced at his Teacher, who had also changed his appearance in coordination with his Uncle-Master, joining in the performance.

The act put on by the two made him feel left behind, starting to feel ashamed that he wasn't shameless enough and didn't fit in with the group. When faced with an opportunity, how could one not strive for it with all their might due to concerns about face!

So, he also busied himself by lowering his head and wiping his eyes.

Within the hall, some powerful beings who hadn't witnessed the entire process were moved by these words, while others remained indifferent, unmoved.

At this moment, Hongyun, who was seated on a meditation cushion, felt a subtle resistance from within the cushion beneath him ever since Jieyin, Zhunti, and Jiang Yun entered Purple Heaven Palace. Initially, the force wasn't that strong, and he suppressed it by channeling his own spiritual power. As Jieyin and Zhunti drew nearer, this force grew stronger and stronger. By the time he heard Zhunti's words, he felt he could barely suppress the force any longer.

For no apparent reason, Hongyun had a feeling that the meditation cushion beneath him did not belong to him. The powerful being from the West beside him was the destined owner of the cushion. If it wasn't his opportunity, he wouldn't be able to sit on it firmly!

With this thought, Hongyun, who was seated on the meditation cushion, prepared to give up his seat, but Zhenyuanzi, seated behind him, quietly held him back.

This scene was naturally observed by those secretly watching. The trio sighed slightly at Zhenyuanzi's obstruction but did not hold any grudges. As Hongyun's close friend, such an action was expected.

Zhunti did not give up. Seeing Hongyun's intention to yield his seat, he intensified his efforts.

"Brother, our lives are so bitter. To bring prosperity to the West, we have endured immense hardship to come here and listen to the Dao, yet no one is willing to yield a seat to us. I have failed the beings of the West. It would be better to die!"

Saying this, he moved to dash towards the nearest pillar.

As Zhunti moved, Jieyin beside him immediately understood and cooperated.

"Junior Brother (Uncle-Master), you absolutely must not do this!"

Jieyin and Jiang Yun said this while quickly restraining Zhunti.

Then, Jieyin cried out with feigned grief, "The Western lands are barren and lack talented individuals. It's rare to have a great cultivator like Junior Brother emerge. How can you speak of death so lightly? Wouldn't this disregard all the beings? The beings of the West are still waiting for us to save them!"

After speaking, Jiang Yun, on the side, very cooperatively wiped away nonexistent tears, looking heartbroken.

Internally, he was somewhat astonished, marveling at how his elders were willing to go to such lengths. To achieve their goal, they not only had thick skin but also possessed superb acting skills. They truly lived up to their reputation as the legendary "Western Duo." He wondered if Old Ancestor Hongyun would play along next and voluntarily offer his seat.

Just as Jiang Yun was muttering to himself, Hongyun provided the answer.

He truly could no longer sit on this meditation cushion. Since someone was asking for a seat, it was better to yield it readily and forge a good relationship with them.

Just now, his friend Zhenyuanzi had held him back from behind, otherwise, he would have already given up his seat. Although he was going against his friend's good intentions, he had no choice!

"Fellow Daoist, do not grieve. Come here, I will yield this seat to you!"

Hongyun sighed inwardly and slowly stood up, saying.