"Elder Brother, we're so miserable."
"You and I rushed here to Zixiao Palace day and night, only to find that there aren't even any seats for us."
"We might as well die!"
Zhunti's voice was full of grief. He wiped at the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, though there were no tears there, then secretly glanced at the six people seated. Seeing that they remained unmoved, he let out a wail and pretended to charge into a nearby pillar.
"Junior Brother."
Jieyin gently tugged on Zhunti's sleeve. Without using any force, he managed to pull Zhunti back. His pained expression, combined with their disheveled appearance, made the act seem fairly convincing.
Inside Nuwa's belly, Shen Hongfei watched their awkward performance and couldn't help complaining. Could their acting be any worse?
Even an idiot could tell they were putting on an act. How could Hong Yun possibly fall for it?
If Hongjun wasn't meddling behind the scenes, Shen Hongfei would stake his life that he wouldn't believe it.
Shen Hongfei looked toward the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace. Everyone had seen through Zhunti and Jieyin's clumsy acting, and their faces were filled with mockery. Even Hong Yun, the good-natured man who ought to have given up his seat, was watching the show!
As for his maternal uncle Fuxi, who had always wanted to kill him before he was born, the smugness on his face was impossible to conceal. A moment's thought was enough to know that he clearly believed victory was assured.
At this thought, Shen Hongfei couldn't help shaking his head. He looked toward Ancestor Hongjun on the high platform and thought, It's time to make your move, isn't it?
Ancestor Hongjun was feeling awkward as well. He could barely stand watching the pair's performance and inwardly cursed them for being useless.
But whether Zhunti and Jieyin could sit on the futons was related to his own plan. He couldn't delay any longer, so he decided to interfere.
Countless thoughts raced through Hongjun's mind, but not the slightest trace appeared on his face. He cast an indifferent glance at Hong Yun, and a subtle mental fluctuation passed over.
Hong Yun had been watching with great interest when a powerful sense of shame suddenly arose in his heart. What's wrong with me? Daoist friends Zhunti and Jieyin are already so miserable, yet not only am I refusing to help, I'm watching the spectacle. How disgraceful.
Then he remembered that Zhen Yuanzi had snatched this seat from Daoist friend Fuxi. He immediately felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles, and dissatisfaction toward his good friend Zhen Yuanzi welled up in him. He yanked away the hand holding him down, stood up, and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't be like this. I'll give you my seat."
The moment he said this, delight appeared on Zhunti's face. He immediately stopped pretending, flashed over to the Golden Futon, and sat down securely. Only then did he put on a false show of gratitude toward Hong Yun.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist!"
He didn't mention repaying the favor at all. Clearly, he had no intention of repaying this karmic debt.
As everyone in Zixiao Palace cursed Zhunti's shamelessness, they also complained inwardly, That works too?
Zhen Yuanzi's expression turned ugly. He had been willing to offend Fuxi to give his friend a seat, and now it had been handed over to someone else just like that!
Fuxi's expression stiffened even more. He gave up a seat just like that?
Seeing events unfold exactly as that brat had described, Fuxi's resentment toward Hong Yun surged. If you didn't want the seat, why did you snatch mine?
That was a Saint position!
Hong Yun knew nothing of this. He stepped down from the seat, and when he saw Daoist Jieyin's sorrowful expression nearby, a deep sense of grief welled up in his heart. He then turned to Kunpeng and said, "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, Daoist Jieyin has suffered so much. Why don't you give him your seat as well?"
Kunpeng had still been mocking Hong Yun inwardly, believing that his mind was too easily influenced and that he would never accomplish anything significant in the future. He was utterly disdainful of Hong Yun's behavior.
Who could have expected Hong Yun to ask him for his seat—and to give it to someone else at that? For an instant, a dazed look appeared in Kunpeng's sinister eyes. Then he flew into a rage, and killing intent surfaced in his gaze as he looked at Hong Yun.
"Get lost!"
Hong Yun froze, recovering from the influence. Seeing Kunpeng snap at him, he was utterly baffled.
Just as he was about to speak, Zhen Yuanzi hurried over, covered his mouth, and dragged him to a corner. Looking at his old friend, he rubbed Hong Yun's head and examined him repeatedly. There's nothing wrong with him. So how did he suddenly become an idiot?
Shen Hongfei watched this scene and complained inwardly, If you could actually identify the problem, then the one lecturing above wouldn't be Hongjun. It would be you, Zhen Yuanzi.
He shook his head and continued watching Zhunti.
By then, Zhunti had already begun negotiating with Kunpeng. Hong Yun's earlier words had given him an idea. Kunpeng was the easiest person among those seated to provoke, so Zhunti said to him, "Kunpeng, Daoist friend Hong Yun has already given his seat to me. Clearly, this seat is fated to belong to the West."
"Please quickly give this seat to my elder brother. What if he becomes tired?"
The corner of Shen Hongfei's mouth twitched. Yeah, right, like I'd believe you. A Grand Luo Golden Immortal could get tired from standing for a while? How shameless!
At the center of the storm, Kunpeng was enraged by such shameless words, and threads of killing intent flashed through his eyes.
"Zhunti, don't push me too far. I'm not that fool Hong Yun!"
"If you want the seat, then we'll settle it with our abilities!"
As he spoke, he brought out his Magic Treasure and prepared to attack.
At that moment, a terrifying aura swept over. Kunpeng couldn't help shuddering, finally remembering that this was Zixiao Palace. When he met Ancestor Hongjun's cold gaze, the anger in his heart vanished, leaving only fear.
But he still didn't give up his seat. He vaguely sensed that it contained an enormous opportunity. Unless Ancestor Hongjun personally spoke, he had no intention of leaving.
Seeing that Kunpeng refused to act, Hongjun was helpless as well. He couldn't openly order Kunpeng to leave, or that would clearly tell everyone that something suspicious was going on. After thinking it over, he looked toward Primordial Heavenly Lord, one of Pangu's Three Pure Ones, and exerted his influence once more.
Primordial Heavenly Lord had been resting with his eyes closed when a deep sense of loathing suddenly arose in his heart. He opened his eyes and looked toward Kunpeng, and his prejudice against the demon race instantly became extraordinarily intense.
"Hmph!"
"Kunpeng, you feathered and furred beast, what qualifications do you have to sit beside me? Leave this seat at once!"
The moment Primordial Heavenly Lord said this, Di Jun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and the others all frowned. His words had insulted them as well, and their opinion of Pangu's Three Pure Ones dropped considerably.
Kunpeng's face turned livid. He looked at Primordial Heavenly Lord and said, "Who would have thought that the dignified Pangu's Three Pure Ones would also be such shameless people!"
Tongtian and Laozi both frowned at this. They had already been unhappy with Primordial Heavenly Lord for interfering without permission. Now it seemed that Kunpeng would definitely have to give up the seat.
Primordial Heavenly Lord's face turned livid. That winged beast actually dared to talk back to him! He immediately brought out his horsetail whisk and struck Kunpeng, revealing the power of a mid-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal.
At that time, Kunpeng was only an early-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal. He had even less expected Primordial Heavenly Lord to attack. Caught off guard, he was knocked from his seat.
Zhunti took the opportunity to pull Jieyin over and press him into the seat, then cupped his hands toward Pangu's Three Pure Ones.
"Thank you, fellow Daoists!"
Kunpeng turned around and saw that his seat had been taken. He wanted to snatch it back, but a single glance from Hongjun extinguished the thought.
He walked off to the side in frustration and found a random corner to sit in. Looking toward Hong Yun, his eyes blazed with viciousness. This is all his fault!
If not for him, how could I have lost my seat?
Damn it! If I get the chance, I'll definitely settle this karmic debt!
Hong Yun was completely unaware of all this. Only Zhen Yuanzi noticed. Looking at the happily grinning Hong Yun, he couldn't help sighing. Oh, my foolish elder brother!
With everything settled, all six futons now had their owners: Pangu's Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the two Western Saints. Hongjun was satisfied and withdrew his hand.
Just as Hongjun smugly thought that no one had noticed anything, Shen Hongfei, who had been watching the scene the entire time, suddenly raised his brows and detected something unusual!
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