Zixiao Palace's Blacklist

"Hmm?"

"Little chicken wings?"

Shi Yu looked surprised, thinking to himself, What a guy! I, the eldest disciple of Sanqing, am being called chicken wings here?

With nowhere to hide, Shi Yu had no choice but to brace himself and fly over. The great cultivators around were all immersed in the sermon, and those in a state of enlightenment would not easily awaken.

"Greetings, seniors. I am not some chicken wings. I am Shi Yu, a disciple of Kunlun Taiqing!"

Shi Yu played with his Cloud Void Water Fan in one hand, calmly looking at the Ancestor Witches before him. He had to stand firm against these guys and not bring shame to Kunlun Mountain.

The tougher you were, the more these stubborn Ancestor Witches would respect you.

"It seems your master and uncles have some grudges with those two scruffy birds, Di Jun and Tai Yi?" said Di Jiang, the leader of the Ancestor Witches.

Shi Yu smiled slightly, gently closing his fan, and said loudly, "Just some old grievances. My third uncle will personally visit one day!"

Di Jiang laughed heartily, his laughter shaking the surrounding clouds and mist.

"Huh? Big Brother! Quiet!"

Houtu, who was trying hard to listen to the sermon, turned her head. Her brows were tightly furrowed. Everyone else had entered a state of enlightenment, but she was struggling to get there…

"Oh, oh, oh~"

Di Jiang quickly covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly…

Seeing this, it seemed Di Jiang, like his Uncle Fuxi, was quite "respectful" of his sister.

At this moment, Zhu Jiuyin, standing nearby, spoke slowly, "I've heard that Taiqing is extremely strict in accepting disciples. You, at such a young age, being able to enter his tutelage, must have extraordinary qualities."

Shi Yu cupped his hands in a salute, "This junior merely stumbled upon his master's favor by chance. How dare I claim to have exceptional talent!"

"Indeed, you're not lying, kid!"

"No wonder you can't understand what that old man is talking about, just like us?" Gonggong pointed at Hongjun, who was closing his eyes and lecturing on the high platform.

"If you ask me, that old man just isn't lecturing well!" Qiangliang said carelessly.

Words lead to trouble, it's true. A purple lightning bolt fell from nowhere, striking both Gonggong and Qiangliang.

Although it wasn't the legendary Purple Heaven Divine Lightning, it was enough to give the thick-skinned Ancestor Witches a good scare.

"Seniors!"

"This sermon is long and tedious. If you're not in the mood to learn, how about we play some exciting games!"

Shi Yu chuckled sinisterly, looking at the Ancestor Witches with ill intent~~

Time flew by, and more than a thousand years passed. Hongjun's first sermon came to an end.

"Everyone, wake up!"

Old Ancestor Hongjun waved his hand, and an invisible Dao rhythm spread out. The great cultivators who were in enlightenment reluctantly opened their eyes.

To them, the teachings of a Saint on the Great Dao were very tempting. Although this time it was only the Dao of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal, they had still gained a lot.

"Then…"

Just as Hongjun was about to say something, a roar came from a corner of Zixiao Palace, "Great! I finally got Mahjong!"

"I won!"

Looking over, several burly men were sitting in a circle. The one shouting loudly was Zhu Rong, the Ancestor Witch of Fire, known for his fiery temper.

"Nearly a thousand years!"

"I finally got a winning hand!!!"

"Blessings from the Father God!"

That's right, they were playing Mahjong. The thousand years of sermon time were too boring, so Shi Yu had asked Gou Mang, the Ancestor Witch of Wood, to make three sets of Mahjong.

Excluding Houtu, who was diligently listening to the sermon, the remaining twelve people were divided into four groups, and they played Mahjong in a corner of Zixiao Palace.

Zhu Rong and Gonggong, one of water and one of fire, naturally didn't get along, so they always targeted each other, making this thousand-year game of cards very difficult.

Seeing this scene, even Hongjun, as a Saint, found it unbearable.

"Enough!"

"You ungrateful wretches! To behave like this during a Saint's sermon, truly…"

"I sentence all twelve of you to be forbidden from entering Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao from now on!" Old Ancestor Hongjun waved his hand, and the three tables, along with the people beside them, disappeared from Zixiao Palace.

For a moment, the great cultivators present were all shocked. They dared to offend the majesty of a Saint!

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"Today, this old Dao establishes the Xuanmen, with the Heavenly Dao as witness!" His voice boomed like thunder. Outside Zixiao Palace, a profound Heavenly Dao aura enveloped everything.

Even Shi Yu and the Ancestor Witches, who had been expelled from Zixiao Palace to the plaza, were shaken by this imposing aura.

"Holy crap, is this the legendary Heavenly Dao? Such a powerful oppressive force!"

The next moment, immeasurable golden light poured into Zixiao Palace, all of which was received by Hongjun.

"The Xuanmen has now been established!"

"You six are all my disciples!"

The six people sitting at the front had varied expressions, with Zhunti and Jieyin being the most agitated.

"Senior Brother, we've become direct disciples of a Saint! The West has hope for great prosperity!"

"Heavenly Dao truly favors us in the West!"

Before the Western duo could finish celebrating, Hongjun spoke up, following closely behind:

"You two brothers will temporarily be recorded as registered disciples as punishment for being late to hear the Dao!" Hongjun glanced at the overly excited Western duo.

"Ah!"

"Master, this is unfair!"

"Master! I..."

The two looked as if they had eaten a dead fly, their faces extremely unsightly.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

"The sermon ends here. The next sermon will be held in Zixiao Palace after one Yuanhui!"

"Next time, this old man will discuss the path of the Quasi-Saint! Do not be late!"

As soon as the words fell, Old Ancestor Hongjun vanished, leaving behind an empty high platform and a faint Dao rhythm.

After Old Ancestor Hongjun departed, the great cultivators in Zixiao Palace successively exited and gathered in the plaza, forming small groups to discuss.

Seeing their own people emerge, the Ancestor Witches and Shi Yu put down the Mahjong tiles in their hands.

"Master, Second Uncle, Third Uncle!"

"Sister, we are here!"

They waved towards their own people in unison, signaling that they were fine and had not received any inhumane punishment, indicating that the Dao Ancestor was quite benevolent.

"Alas, next time you come, follow behind your master. Don't run around. The Master should not blame you. After all, your master is now the senior disciple of the Xuanmen. By seniority, you should call him Grand-Master!"

Taiqing sighed, this disciple truly caused him no end of worry.

"Senior Nephew, you're too immersed in your life, doing this in Zixiao Palace!"

Tongtian gave Shi Yu a thumbs-up. He wouldn't dare do anything outrageous here himself.

Otherwise, Yuanshi and Taiqing would stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at him. Shi Yu, however, wouldn't be treated that way, because he was still just a child.

"Tongtian, an Uncle should act like an Uncle. Senior Nephew is probably learning from you!"

Yuanshi glanced at the unceremonious Tongtian. What kind of Uncle was like this!

"Saint Hongjun said he would preach three times. This time it was the Dao of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal, next time it will be the Dao of the Quasi-Saint, and the last time... could it be the Dao of becoming a Saint..."

As soon as Taiqing said this, it caused a huge stir. The entire Zixiao Palace instantly became restless.

Someone said, "But we're not even considered registered disciples. I'm afraid becoming a Saint is hopeless." This sentence was like a catalyst, igniting someone's rage.

A hint of unwillingness flashed in Kunpeng's eyes. He had already cursed Hong Yun countless times in his heart.

"Hong Yun, I will not rest until I have achieved my vengeance against you! You cut off my chance to become a Saint!"

After searching for a long time, he couldn't find the lecherous Daoist robe he was looking for.

Little did he know, the moment the Dao Ancestor announced the importance of those six futons, Zhen Yuanzi had already made plans to slip away with Hong Yun as soon as it ended.

Di Jun, who had been observing silently, said in a low voice to Tai Yi, "Those twelve guys cut off the opportunity for you and me, brother. Otherwise, there would have been a spot for us among the direct disciples of the Dao Ancestor. This grudge is now settled!"

"Big Brother, isn't it just a disciple of the Dao Ancestor?!"

"My brother and I are also exceptionally talented! Who will become a Saint first is still unknown!"

Tai Yi clenched his fists, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. "Hmph, those twelve are just relying on their numbers. In the future, they will know our might."

Clearly, Tai Yi was very confident in his and his brother's path to Sainthood!

Meanwhile, among the twelve Ancestor Witches, Xuanming spoke, "Sister, how did you find the old man's sermon? Was it as obscure and difficult to understand as it was for us?"

Houtu shook her head. "We Ancestor Witches do not cultivate the Nascent Soul. The Dao that the Dao Ancestor spoke of is the path of the Nascent Soul, so it is naturally difficult for us to accept." The other Ancestor Witches nodded in agreement. It wasn't that they couldn't understand, but that their fields of expertise didn't align.