He had not been idle for more than a few days.
One day, as Xian Junyu lay in the sun while eating Spiritual Fruits picked from Mount Kunlun, someone suddenly arrived near his cave abode.
This fellow was a genuine human, a postnatal living being of the Human Race.
"Greetings, Senior Brother!"
The newcomer called him Senior Brother and bowed.
Xian Junyu gnawed on a Spiritual Fruit, looking at the person before him in confusion. He asked indifferently, "Senior Brother? Who are you?"
"Junior Brother Xuandu. My master is Saint Taiqing..."
Faced with his Senior Brother's question, Xuandu immediately introduced himself.
Xian Junyu was the first disciple to enter Mount Kunlun, as well as the first disciple under the Three Pure Ones—in other words, the First Disciple. Thus, Xuandu had not addressed him incorrectly.
Xuandu? Grand Master Xuandu?
The moment he heard this name, Xian Junyu immediately remembered who this person was. First Senior Uncle Taiqing Laozi had gone to the Human Race to preach the Dao, and the disciple he had brought back was named Xuandu.
"Oh, so you're First Senior Uncle Taiqing's disciple. Xuandu, please sit!" Xian Junyu slowly rose to his feet.
He raised his hand and waved lightly. In an instant, two stone stools and a stone table appeared. With another wave, Spiritual Fruits and hot tea appeared on the stone table as well.
"Junior Brother, please!"
He poured a cup of hot tea for this nominal Junior Brother.
"Thank you, Senior Brother!"
After thanking him, Xuandu accepted the tea and began drinking.
Every movement he made was extremely refined, bearing not the slightest resemblance to those primitive humans.
"I heard that First Senior Uncle went to the Human Race to preach. I wonder whether everything went smoothly, and whether he encountered any obstacles?"
"Senior Brother, you jest. Master took pity on the Human Race and passed down the Golden Core Great Dao. How could there have been any obstacles..."
They were all official platitudes, genuinely devoid of any substance.
Xian Junyu had originally wanted to hear something interesting, but everything Xuandu said was official rhetoric, with every word praising his master.
In an instant, Xian Junyu lost interest. He immediately asked Xuandu why he had come.
"Junior Brother Xuandu, you probably didn't come all this way just to visit me, did you? If you have something to say, just say it!" Xian Junyu said indifferently.
He was merely an Earth Immortal Realm cultivator, one of countless such existences in the Primordial World and completely insignificant. Xuandu, an Immortal Realm cultivator, might have come to visit him out of consideration for the Three Pure Ones' reputation.
But since he kept spouting official platitudes and showed no intention of leaving, he clearly had another purpose.
"Then I'll be frank, Senior Brother. I came under my master's orders to visit the Two Martial Uncles and you, Senior Brother. The Three Teachings of Mount Kunlun have just been established, and the gates have been thrown open to accept disciples from all the living beings of the Primordial World!"
"When I visited the Two Martial Uncles, they also instructed me. There are only two disciples on the mountain, so they want us to jointly take charge of the living beings of the Primordial World who will soon arrive..."
Xuandu directly explained his purpose, first mentioning the visit and only then bringing up the matter of receiving disciples.
Xian Junyu was slightly speechless when he heard this.
They called it taking charge of receiving visitors, but in reality it meant guiding and welcoming them—a job no different from being a doorman.
It was hard work with no reward.
"Since Second Martial Uncle and my Master arranged it this way, then we'll handle it together!"
"But what did First Senior Uncle say? Is he also going to open his mountain gate and accept disciples?" Xian Junyu asked curiously.
There was nothing worth discussing about Yuanshi and his master Tongtian. Both of them intended to accept disciples. As for Saint Taiqing Laozi, however, things were different.
In the original Primordial World, aside from Xuandu and Green Ox, Laozi had only a few attendants.
"No, no, my master has no such intention. This is only the will of the Two Martial Uncles..." Xuandu shook his head and stopped him.
His master had said that having him alone inherit the Daoist Lineage was enough. He had no intention of accepting more disciples.
"Oh, I see. Then we'll take charge together!"
Xian Junyu was not surprised in the least that Laozi had no intention of accepting disciples. Supreme Non-Action—that was the First Senior Uncle he knew.
"The living beings of the Primordial World are already on their way here. Since Senior Brother has agreed, shouldn't we go down to the foot of the mountain..."
Xuandu suggested.
As a disciple of a Saint, he could not bring himself to say that they should go welcome other people, but his meaning was already perfectly clear.
"Sigh... All right, then. Let's go guide them in," Xian Junyu sighed.
Knowing that he could not avoid this matter and that his leisurely days were over, he picked up his homemade reclining chair and flew with Xuandu toward the Foot of Mount Kunlun.
Xuandu looked at this Senior Brother. Even when going to the foot of the mountain, he had not forgotten to bring that reclining chair. Remembering his master's assessment of Senior Brother, he helplessly shook his head as well.
Your Senior Brother Xian Junyu is very much in line with the Dao of Non-Action. It is excellent that he has no desires or demands; he is simply a little lazy.
At the Foot of Mount Kunlun.
The two stood on the left and right, looking just like the child doormen welcoming guests on Blue Star.
Xuandu stood straight with both hands behind his back, displaying the bearing of an Immortal.
Compared with Xuandu, however, the person on the other side was utterly unimpressive.
Xian Junyu was lying in his chair, basking in the sunlight with an expression of enjoyment. Beside him was a small table piled high with hot tea and Spiritual Fruits.
He basked in the sun while eating Spiritual Fruits and drinking spiritual tea, enjoying himself immensely.
When Xuandu saw this, he simply closed his eyes. He could not bear to look.
Mount Kunlun was an Immortal mountain capable of bearing the presence of three Saints. It was not a place just anyone could enter. For the sake of the living beings of the Primordial World who were about to arrive, the formations here had also been activated.
It was true that the mountain gates had been opened wide to accept disciples, but that did not mean they would accept just anyone.
The mortal realm included Refining Essence into Qi, Refining Qi into Spirit, Refining Spirit into Void, and Refining Void into Dao. Those who had not reached the Immortal Realm did not even possess the qualifications to enter Mount Kunlun.
At that moment, some lesser demons from nearby had already arrived at the foot of the mountain, but the grand formation kept these untransformed lesser demons outside.
"Didn't they say that all those with affinity could enter the Saint's Discipleship? Why won't you let us in?"
"Exactly! They even said they would teach all living beings to follow Heaven's will and comprehend the secrets of Heaven. I can't even get in, so how are you going to teach me?"
"I sincerely want to enter the Saint's Discipleship! Let me in, let me in!"
These people desperately shouted for someone to let them in, but no one dared to insult the Saint.
These fellows, who had yet to assume human form and possessed only low cultivation, all wanted to obtain the Saint's protection and resources. Their foundations and talents were almost unbearably poor.
It would not be an exaggeration to call them cannon fodder among cannon fodder.
Xuandu turned a deaf ear to their shouts, acting as though he had heard nothing while continuing to sit there with his eyes closed.
Xian Junyu listened for a long while. Unlike Xuandu, he could not ignore them. He directly scolded those shouting at the top of their lungs:
"What are you shouting for? This is a Saint's Dojo, not your nest! If you want to shout, go back and shout!"
"Our Mount Kunlun has opened its gates wide to accept disciples, but that doesn't mean we'll accept just anyone. A bunch of useless trash—what are you yapping like dogs for here?"
"If you want to stay, then stay. If you don't, then go back wherever you came from. Stop blathering on and on here!"
As soon as his voice fell, everyone fell silent. Those who could not endure being cursed so viciously left in displeasure.
The others who were determined to join the Saint's Discipleship stopped at the foot of the mountain and began meditating and cultivating on the spot.
They had been berated so harshly. Some were dissatisfied, and others were angry, but not a single one dared to answer back or argue. This was the benefit of having a Saint backing them.
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