Fuxi's Face Stiffened: That Guy Was Actually Right?

"Golden futons! There really are golden futons!

One, two, three... six—and there are six of them! Not a single one is missing!"

"Could the Saintly Opportunity Baby mentioned actually be real?"

At that thought, Nuwa's heart grew excited.

Beside her, Fuxi's face turned livid.

"I can't believe that kid was actually telling the truth. There really are golden futons!"

Then he remembered that the golden futons represented Saintly Opportunities.

Fuxi's breathing grew heavy. He stared fixedly at the golden futons ahead, and an ambitious thought began to take root in his heart: he would seize a Saintly Opportunity.

"What do you mean, the Heaven-ordained Saints? I refuse to believe it! While the others still don't know, I have to seize a place first!"

"Didn't that kid say I wasn't among the six Heaven-ordained Saints? Then I'll take one anyway. When the time comes, I'll still win our wager!"

"Hahaha, I'm really too clever!"

Nuwa and Fuxi hurried forward, each harboring different thoughts.

The two of them immediately unleashed the speed of Grand Luo Golden Immortals. In an instant, they overtook the sluggish cultivators and reached the six golden futons first. Nuwa and Fuxi exchanged a glance, then sat down on two separate golden futons.

The moment he sat down, Fuxi's face lit up with wild delight.

Hahaha...

I'm already sitting here. The Saintly Opportunity is mine!

That kid lost!

I won!

Hahaha...

However, in the next moment—

Ancestor Hongjun's tightly shut eyes abruptly opened. A streak of violet radiance shone onto Nuwa and Fuxi, and Ancestor Hongjun was instantly dumbfounded.

Nuwa's place had long been predetermined. She was destined to receive a share of the Saintly Opportunity.

But what was Fuxi's deal?

What right did he have to occupy a Saintly Opportunity too?

Ancestor Hongjun, however, was extremely deep and calculating. Naturally, he would not openly reveal the matter of the Heaven-ordained Saints before the many cultivators of the Primordial World.

He glanced toward the rear, and an idea immediately came to him.

Among the many great figures of the Primordial World present, Fuxi's cultivation was nothing special.

When the time came, all he needed to do was secretly guide the others and influence their thoughts without a sound. Then he could make them do whatever he wanted.

For a Saint, accomplishing this was simplicity itself.

At this thought, Ancestor Hongjun's expression returned to normal.

Nuwa and Fuxi's unusual act of seizing the golden futons immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

Only then did everyone notice that there were several unusual golden futons. Seeing how eagerly Nuwa and Fuxi had rushed to sit on them, could these golden futons perhaps bring them some kind of opportunity?

In an instant, all the cultivators understood!

Seize them!

They had to seize the golden futons!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The previously silent hall suddenly rang with one sound after another as figures broke through the air.

Among the many cultivators, the Three Pure Ones, Taiyi and Di Jun, Kunpeng, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, Houtu, and the others possessed the deepest cultivation. Their speed therefore far exceeded everyone else's. The instant the others realized what was happening, their figures were already descending toward the golden futons.

"We three brothers were formed from Pangu's Nascent Soul and possess profound fortune. We naturally ought to occupy three futons!" Laozi declared arrogantly.

Everyone knew that the Three Pure Ones were one body and that each of them was a great figure of the Primordial World. Though the others were unwilling, no one dared to provoke them.

Thus, the Three Pure Ones smoothly occupied three golden futons.

"These three old geezers are pretty sharp," Shen Hongfei muttered from inside Nuwa's belly.

At this moment, the Three Pure Ones still did not know exactly what the golden futons did. But seeing how seriously Nuwa and Fuxi regarded them, they had followed suit and seized three. In other words, they had benefited from Shen Hongfei's warning and now owed him a favor.

Just then, Kunpeng used his advantage in speed to land on another golden futon.

Di Jun and Taiyi, who were one step too slow, immediately revealed vicious looks in their eyes.

"Brother, should we seize one too?" Taiyi asked softly.

Di Jun shook his head. "Don't act rashly for now. This is a Sage's Dojo, after all."

A trace of unwillingness flashed through Eastern Emperor Taiyi's eyes. He opened his mouth, but ultimately gave up.

"Heh, those two still don't know that the golden futons represent Saintly Opportunities. Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun have always been ambitious. If they knew these were Saintly Opportunities, they would seize a place even at the risk of being reprimanded by Ancestor Hongjun."

"Unfortunately, the world has never had any ifs..."

While Shen Hongfei was looking around and surveying the area from inside Nuwa's belly—

Nuwa was already frantic!

Oh no, oh no!

Hadn't Baby said that these six places belonged to the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, the two Daoists of Mount Sumeru, and me?

But Zhunti and Jieyin, whom Baby had mentioned, hadn't appeared. I know both of the people on the left. One is called Daoist Hong Yun, and the other is Ancestor Kunpeng.

There's no Daoist Zhunti or Jieyin at all.

Could Baby's prophecy have been wrong?

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun had been only a hair's breadth from seizing a place, but they were ultimately one step too slow. Just as Daoist Hong Yun was about to return with Zhen Yuanzi, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly released a tremendous surge of air beside him. The airflow happened to knock Fuxi from his seat.

Fuxi immediately glared furiously at Zhen Yuanzi. Zhen Yuanzi placed one hand on Daoist Hong Yun's shoulder and casually pressed him onto the seat. Then he turned around and apologized to Fuxi with a beaming smile.

"Oh dear, how discourteous of me. I truly didn't do it on purpose. But Brother Daoist doesn't seem like a petty person. Surely you won't be angry, will you?"

Fuxi rose to his feet and was just about to start cursing when Ancestor Hongjun suddenly cast him a frigid look.

"This is a Sage's Dojo. No troublemaking!"

Fuxi's throat bobbed, and he swallowed in shock.

Cold sweat covered his forehead. He felt as tiny as an ant.

The fury in his heart instantly vanished. He hurriedly turned and bowed to Ancestor Hongjun.

"Fuxi was discourteous. I hope the Ancestor will forgive me."

The pressure around Ancestor Hongjun receded. Pretending to be magnanimous, he waved his hand. "There are still plenty of places in the back. Sit down."

"Yes." Fuxi was unwilling, but he could only accept it.

He couldn't help wailing inwardly: My opportunity! My opportunity!

How did it disappear just like that?

As he passed Nuwa, Fuxi glanced at her belly.

He thought resentfully, Hmph! No matter what, I still won the wager with that kid!

Didn't that kid say two of the other places belonged to Zhunti and Jieyin? But clearly that isn't the case now. He can't possibly argue his way out of this, right?

Watching the doors of Zixiao Palace slowly close, the corners of Fuxi's mouth curled into a victorious smile.

Once the doors of Zixiao Palace closed, no one could enter again. Surely those so-called Zhunti and Jieyin couldn't force the doors open and barge inside?

But just then, two disheveled figures rushed through the narrowing gap in the doors.

This sight—

immediately drew the gazes of every cultivator present.

The two people who had rushed in were none other than Zhunti and Jieyin, who had hurried from the Western Lands.

Seeing everyone looking toward them, Zhunti and Jieyin hurriedly clasped their hands in greeting. "We came from the Western Lands. I am Zhunti, and this is Jieyin. We pay our respects to all fellow Daoists and to the Ancestor."

Fuxi's face stiffened. He couldn't help feeling astonished. They really are Zhunti and Jieyin! That guy was actually right?

Heh, but so what?

There are no golden futons left!

Even though the two of them arrived, they can only find two ordinary seats in the corner.

That means I still win the wager with that kid!

Hahaha...

I'm the ultimate victor!

Watching the wonderful changes on Fuxi's face, Shen Hongfei muttered inwardly, "What's wrong with my idiot uncle? Why does he look so strange?"

"Could he actually think he lost the wager with me?"

"Heh, that only proves you're still too naive. Just watch. Those two shameless fellows, Zhunti and Jieyin, are about to put on a show."

Zhunti and Jieyin entered and swept their eyes around the hall. They immediately spotted the six golden futons at the front.

Their eyes instantly locked onto them.

Anyone could tell that the other futons were gray, while only the six at the very front were golden. They were obviously connected to a great opportunity!

Zhunti and Jieyin secretly exchanged a glance.

The next moment—

the two of them suddenly began to weep in perfect unison.

They cried so hard that tears and mucus streamed down their faces. Even a widow abandoned at the village entrance wouldn't have wept as miserably as they did.

This time, all the cultivators present were completely stunned!