Saint Preaching, and You're Sleeping?

These words left Duobao and Jin Ling momentarily speechless.

To voice dissatisfaction right in front of their Saintly master—probably only Senior Disciple Brother in the entire Primordial World would dare.

And this also confirmed the rumor: Senior Disciple Brother really did get beaten for stepping into the Daoist Sanctuary with his right foot first.

"Dissatisfied? You still dare to be dissatisfied? Even if you are, what can you do about it?"

Tongtian looked at this disciple with exasperation.

He wondered what mischief Xian Junyu was about to cook up next.

"What can I do... do..."

"Then I'll just walk it again. If Master is satisfied, this disciple will keep walking until Master is pleased!" Xian Junyu replied with a thick face.

The others were left speechless once more.

Seeing Senior Disciple Brother so tough earlier, they thought he was about to go head-to-head with Master, but after just a few words, he caved—truly a soft landing too fast.

But thinking about it, it made sense. Facing a Saintly master, they'd probably cave even faster...

"Fine then, since you have the heart, go ahead and walk it again until I'm satisfied!" Tongtian followed up smoothly.

This brat still dared to talk back—couldn't he be disciplined?

"Huh? For real?"

Xian Junyu was completely dumbfounded. He was just shooting his mouth off. A lazy person like him would never actually walk it over and over again.

Now he wished he could slap himself twice.

Damn! Shouldn't have run his mouth—asking for trouble...

"Nonsense, if I say walk, you walk. Don't you want your master to be satisfied? What are you waiting for?"

Tongtian pressed on, unwilling to let Xian Junyu off. He was determined to cure this habit of loose talk and laziness.

Xian Junyu hesitated on the spot, sighed, and turned to fly out of the Daoist Sanctuary.

But just as he was about to leave, his master Tongtian called him back.

"Forget it. I called you all here for serious matters. We'll deal with this later!"

At these words, Xian Junyu's mouth twitched. Wasn't this just messing with him?

Duobao and the others held back their laughter.

As expected, only Master could handle Senior Disciple Brother—one trick after another, spinning him around until he couldn't tell north from south.

After this brief amusement.

Tongtian directly explained the purpose of summoning them.

"I see that your cultivation is progressing slowly, so I have decided to preach the Dao here for you. This session will last three hundred years. How much you comprehend depends entirely on your own ability!"

"From now on, every three thousand years, I will preach the Dao here for you!"

At these words from their master, Duobao and the other three's eyes lit up.

A Saint preaching the Dao—this wasn't something available everywhere. The benefits were self-evident.

Look at the Purple Firmament Palace, where the Dao Ancestor preached. The three thousand Mortal Guests listened to three sermons and broke through one after another. A batch of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and a batch of Quasi-Saints all emerged after that.

Now their master, the Saint, was like the Dao Ancestor, and they, the fellow disciples, were the Mortal Guests.

"Thank you, Master, for preaching the Dao to your disciples!"

Knowing the immense benefits, Duobao and the others quickly expressed their gratitude.

Though Xian Junyu also thanked him, upon hearing that Master was going to hold class, he began inching toward the side.

He'd never been interested in lectures back on Blue Star—one listen and he'd be fast asleep. Now that Master was teaching, he wanted to escape as fast as possible.

However, Tongtian caught every little move Xian Junyu made. This preaching session's main target was Xian Junyu—how could he not pay attention?

This lazy brat—he'd been watching him all along.

"Yu'er, where do you think you're going?"

"Get to the very front!"

Tongtian pointed slightly, and one of the five meditation cushions lined up flew out. Xian Junyu, who had been trying to hide, instantly appeared on it.

He sat there speechless.

He'd wanted to sneak off to a corner and slack off, but now he'd been dragged right to the front—nowhere to hide.

In this position, he'd rather be sitting with his junior brothers and sisters...

While Xian Junyu didn't want to sit there, Duobao and the others were extremely envious. The closer to Master, the closer to the Saintly Aura, and the stronger the insight into cultivation.

They'd love to sit in that spot themselves—never would they think of avoiding it.

"Sit down. The preaching begins!"

As Duobao and Jin Ling sat, the three-hundred-year-long Dao preaching officially commenced.

"The Dao is born of nothingness, lurking in blood and spirit, unfathomable; spirit congeals in the void, wondrously transforming without limit; the end of days holds essence yet brings calm radiance, the Great Mystery is boundless yet attains emptiness and stillness—this is what is called the Great Cavern..."

The Saint transmitted the Dao, Saintly Aura flowing, and Duobao and the others closed their eyes in blissful meditation, as if entering a wondrous world.

Of course, except for that odd one out, Xian Junyu.

Before the Master had spoken two sentences, he was already so drowsy his eyelids kept drooping. If not for fear of a beating, he would have shut his eyes and fallen fast asleep long ago.

Slightly turning his head, he saw his Junior Brothers and Junior Disciple Sister all meditating with closed eyes. An idea struck him, and he imitated them, closing his eyes and sitting in meditation.

Seeing Xian Junyu also meditating with closed eyes, beginning to listen attentively, Tongtian nodded in satisfaction.

"Mm, not bad, not bad—this child can be taught!"

With that, he continued focusing on transmitting the Dao to his disciples.

"And when one gathers essence and concentrates spirit, driving the ancestral rivers in cycles: refining spirit to meet the Dao, riding auspicious winds to stir the formless into being, breathing scatters the forms of ten thousand spirits; from utmost motion returns stillness, in a daze one enters the wonder of the One—this is called the Cyclic Wind Convergence... Convergence... Convergence!"

"Zzz... zzz..."

Before ten minutes had passed, a snoring sound rang out. Tongtian's face darkened as he stopped transmitting the Dao.

The moment the Dao sound ceased, Duobao and the others instantly withdrew from that mysterious realm. They frowned, wondering why the Master had stopped.

But when they heard the snoring, they immediately understood why.

There was Xian Junyu at the very front, maintaining the posture of meditation with eyes closed, his head slightly lowered, snoring in waves, with a trace of drool at the corner of his mouth.

If one only looked at his appearance, they might think he was earnestly listening—but the snoring gave him away.

It's over, it's over!

Falling asleep during the Dao transmission—Senior Disciple Brother is doomed!

They all looked at their Senior Disciple Brother with pity, certain he was done for this time.

"Xian Junyu!"

"Present!"

Hearing someone shout his name, Xian Junyu instinctively straightened his back, stood up, and called out, "Present."

But he immediately realized what had happened—he had unknowingly fallen asleep. And looking at the Master's face, dark as thunderclouds...

Without a second word, he turned around and bolted.

"You think you can run!"

Seeing that wretched Xian Junyu still dared to flee, Tongtian reached out a hand and grasped, the Law of Space activating instantly.

Xian Junyu ran forward with all his might, but he didn't advance a single step. Instead, he kept moving backward, his whole body floating up, dragged back toward the high platform.

In no time, he was before his Master, Tongtian.

"Master, I was wrong! I won't dare again! Falling asleep was entirely due to circumstances—please, hear my explanation!"

Though his mouth said he was wrong, he never stopped trying to flee, but no matter how he ran, he remained rooted to the spot.