"Hmm?"
"Little Chicken Wing?"
Shi Yu wore a startled expression. Well, this is something. He was a dignified first disciple of Sanqing, yet after coming here, he had somehow become a chicken wing?
With nowhere left to hide, Shi Yu could only grit his teeth and fly over. The mighty figures around him were all immersed in the lecture. Those who had entered a state of enlightenment would not awaken easily.
"Greetings, seniors. I'm not a chicken wing. I'm Shi Yu, a Kunlun Taiqing Disciple!"
Shi Yu toyed with his Cloud Void Water Fan in one hand and calmly regarded the Ancestral Witches before him. When dealing with these fellows, he had to stand firm. He could not disgrace Kunlun Mountain.
The tougher he acted, the more these stubborn Ancestral Witches would respect him.
"It seems your master and martial uncles have some grudge against those two stray birds, Di Jun and Tai Yi?" Di Jiang, the leader of the Ancestral Witches, asked.
Shi Yu smiled faintly, gently snapped his fan shut, and said loudly, "It's nothing more than a minor old grudge. One day, my Third Martial Uncle will pay them a personal visit!"
Di Jiang burst into laughter, his voice making the clouds around them churn.
"Hmm? Big Brother! Quiet!"
Houtu, who was doing her best to listen to the lecture, turned her head. Her brows were tightly furrowed. Everyone else had entered a state of enlightenment, yet she still could not enter one...
"Oh, oh, oh~"
Di Jiang hurriedly covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly...
Seeing him like this, it seemed that Di Jiang, like Martial Uncle Fuxi, "respected" his younger sister quite a bit.
At that moment, Zhu Jiuyin slowly spoke up. "I heard Taiqing is extremely strict when accepting disciples. For someone as young as you to enter his tutelage, you must have something extraordinary about you."
Shi Yu cupped his hands. "This junior merely happened to gain my master's favor through a stroke of luck. How could I claim to possess exceptional talent?"
"Indeed, kid. You weren't lying!"
"No wonder you can't understand what that old man is saying, just like us." Gonggong pointed toward Hongjun, who was lecturing with his eyes closed on the high platform.
"If you ask me, that old man just isn't good at lecturing!" Qiangliang said indifferently.
The saying that trouble came from careless speech was indeed true. A purple bolt of lightning suddenly descended from somewhere and struck Gonggong and Qiangliang directly.
Although it was not the legendary Purple Cloud Divine Thunder, it was still enough to give the thick-skinned Ancestral Witches a good taste of pain.
"Everyone!"
"The lecture is long and dull, and none of us have any interest in studying. How about we play some exciting games instead?"
Shi Yu chuckled and looked at the Ancestral Witches with ill intent~~
More than a thousand years passed in the blink of an eye, and Old Ancestor Hongjun's first lecture finally came to an end.
"Everyone, awaken!"
Old Ancestor Hongjun waved his hand, and an invisible Dao Rhyme spread outward. The mighty figures who were immersed in enlightenment opened their eyes reluctantly.
To them, a Saint's explanation of the Great Dao was incredibly alluring. Although this lecture had only covered the Dao of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal, they had still gained tremendously.
"Now..."
Hongjun was just about to say something when a furious roar suddenly came from a corner of Zixiao Palace.
"Wonderful! I finally won!"
"I won!"
Following the sound, they saw several burly men sitting together. The one shouting the loudest was none other than the hot-tempered Fire Ancestral Witch, Zhu Rong.
"It's been nearly a thousand years!"
"I finally won a hand!!!"
"Father God, bless me!"
That was right—they were playing mahjong. A thousand years of lectures had been far too boring, so Shi Yu had asked the Wood Ancestral Witch, Gou Mang, to make three sets of mahjong.
Leaving out Houtu, who was working hard to listen to the lecture, the other twelve had split into groups of four. Thus, they had begun playing mahjong in a corner of Zixiao Palace.
Zhu Rong and Gonggong were one of fire and one of water, so they naturally did not get along. They constantly targeted each other, making this thousand-year-long game extremely difficult.
Seeing this scene, even Hongjun, despite being a Saint, could no longer endure it.
"Enough!"
"You lot are utterly ungrateful. How dare you behave like this during a Saint's lecture? This is truly..."
"I hereby punish all twelve of you! From now on, you are forbidden from entering Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao!" Old Ancestor Hongjun waved his hand, and the three tables, along with the people beside them, vanished from Zixiao Palace.
For a moment, all the mighty figures present were utterly shocked. They had actually dared to offend a Saint's dignity!
"Today, I establish Xuanmen here. Let Heaven's Will bear witness!" His voice rang out like a great bell, while an unfathomable aura of Heaven's Will surrounded Zixiao Palace.
Even Shi Yu and the Ancestral Witches, who had been expelled from Zixiao Palace and sent to the plaza, were shaken by this imposing aura.
"Holy crap, is this the legendary Heaven's Will? What terrifying pressure!"
In the next moment, boundless golden light surged into Zixiao Palace and was entirely absorbed by Hongjun.
"Xuanmen is now established!"
"All six of you shall become my disciples!"
The six people seated at the front wore different expressions. The most intense reactions came from Zhunti and Jieyin.
"Senior Brother, we've become a Saint's Direct Disciples! The rise of the West is within reach!"
"Heaven's Will truly favors the West!"
Before the Western Duo could finish celebrating, Hongjun continued:
"You two brothers will temporarily be recorded as nominal disciples. This is your punishment for arriving late to the lecture!" Hongjun glanced at the overly excited Western Duo.
"Ah!"
"Teacher, that's not fair!"
"Teacher! I..."
The two looked as though they had swallowed dead flies, their expressions turning utterly miserable.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."
"That concludes today's lecture. The next lecture will begin in Zixiao Palace after one Yuanhui!"
"Next time, I will lecture on the Dao of the Quasi-Saint! Do not be late!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Ancestor Hongjun disappeared, leaving behind only the empty high platform and a faint trace of Dao Rhyme.
After Old Ancestor Hongjun departed, the mighty figures in Zixiao Palace left one after another and gathered in the plaza, forming groups of three or five to discuss what had happened.
Seeing their own people come out, the Ancestral Witches and Shi Yu put down the mahjong tiles in their hands.
"Master, Second Martial Uncle, Third Martial Uncle!"
"Little Sister, we're over here!"
They waved at their own people in unison, indicating that they were doing fine and had not suffered any inhumane punishment. This showed that Dao Ancestor was actually quite decent~
"Next time you come, just follow behind me. Don't run around. Teacher shouldn't blame you. After all, your master is now considered the senior disciple of Xuanmen. In terms of seniority, you should call him Grand Martial Uncle!"
Taiqing sighed. This disciple of his truly never let anyone rest easy~
"Eldest Nephew, you're really something. You actually did this kind of thing in Zixiao Palace!"
Tongtian gave Shi Yu a thumbs-up. He himself would never dare do anything so outrageous here.
Otherwise, Yuanshi and Taiqing would stand on the moral high ground and criticize him from both sides. Shi Yu, on the other hand, would not do that, because he was still a child~
"Tongtian, as a martial uncle, you should act like one. There's an eighty percent chance Eldest Nephew learned this from you!"
Yuanshi glanced at Tongtian, who was behaving without a shred of decorum. What kind of martial uncle acted like that?
"Saint Hongjun said that he would lecture three times. This time was the Dao of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal, next time will be the Dao of the Quasi-Saint, and the final lecture... could it be the Dao of Sainthood?"
The moment Taiqing said this, it stirred up a thousand waves. The entire Zixiao Palace instantly became restless.
Someone said, "But we don't even count as nominal disciples. I'm afraid becoming a Saint is already beyond our reach~" Those words were like a catalyst, igniting someone's fury.
A trace of unwillingness flashed through Kunpeng's eyes. In his heart, he had cursed Hong Yun countless times already.
"Hong Yun, you and I are irreconcilable! You cut off my chance to become a Saint!"
After searching for a long time, he still could not find that lecherous Daoist in his robe whom he had been longing to see~
Little did he know that after Dao Ancestor announced the importance of the six meditation cushions, Zhen Yuanzi had already decided to take Hong Yun and slip away the moment the lecture ended~~
Di Jun, who had been silently observing from the side, lowered his voice and said to Tai Yi, "Those twelve fellows cut off the opportunity that belonged to you and me. Otherwise, there would certainly have been a place among Dao Ancestor's personal disciples for the two of us. This grudge is now set!"
"Big Brother, isn't it just being a disciple of Dao Ancestor?"
"The two of us possess extraordinary talent as well! Who becomes a Saint first is still unknown!"
Tai Yi clenched his fists, a ruthless glint flashing through his eyes. "Hmph. Those twelve merely rely on their numbers. In the future, we'll make them understand what we're capable of."
Clearly, Tai Yi was extremely confident that he and his big brother would become Saints!
On the side of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Xuanming spoke up. "Sister, how did you find that old man's lecture? Was it as obscure and difficult to understand as it was for us?"
Houtu shook her head. "We Ancestral Witches do not cultivate the primordial spirit. The Dao Ancestor's lecture follows the path of cultivating the primordial spirit, so it is naturally difficult for us to accept." After hearing this, the other Ancestral Witches nodded one after another. It was not that they could not understand it—the subject simply did not suit them.
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