Shen Hongfei's Mouth Twitched, "Believe You a Ghost!"

"Eldest Brother, we're so miserable."

"You and I rushed day and night to reach Zixiao Palace, yet we don't even have a seat."

"We might as well die!"

Zhunti's voice was filled with grief. He wiped away nonexistent tears with his sleeve, then stole a glance at the six people already seated. Seeing their indifference, he let out a wail and pretended to charge towards a nearby pillar.

"Junior Brother."

Jieyin gently tugged at Zhunti's sleeve, stopping him without much force. His face was etched with suffering, and coupled with their pathetic appearance, it was quite convincing.

Inside Nuwa's belly, Shen Hongfei couldn't help but mock their awkward acting. Could their acting be any worse?

Even an idiot could see this was an act. Would Hongyun actually fall for it?

If Ancestor Hongjun wasn't pulling strings behind this, Shen Hongfei wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death.

Shen Hongfei looked at 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 Hongyun, the good-natured person who was supposed to give up his seat, was just watching the show!

As for Fuxi, who had always wanted to get rid of him, his smug expression was impossible to hide. A moment's thought was enough to know that Fuxi surely thought he had won.

Thinking of this, Shen Hongfei couldn't help but shake his head. He looked at Ancestor Hongjun on the high platform and thought, It's time for him to make a move!

Ancestor Hongjun was also feeling awkward. He couldn't even stand watching the acting of those two, and he cursed them as useless in his heart.

However, Zhunti and Jieyin sitting on the futons was crucial to his plan, and he couldn't delay any longer. He decided to intervene.

Ancestor Hongjun's thoughts raced, but his expression remained impassive. His indifferent gaze swept over Hongyun, and a subtle mental fluctuation was transmitted.

Hongyun, who had been engrossed in watching, suddenly felt a great sense of shame. What was wrong with him? Zhunti and the other Daoist friend were already so miserable, and he wasn't helping but just watching. He was truly letting them down.

He then remembered that this seat was originally taken from Fuxi by Zhen Yuanzi, and he felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles. He felt dissatisfied with his friend Zhen Yuanzi, pushed away Zhen Yuanzi's hand that was holding him, stood up, and said, "Daoist friend, please don't be like this. I'll give you my seat."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhunti, who was in the middle of his act, beamed with joy. He immediately stopped pretending, flashed to the golden futon, and sat down comfortably. Only then did he hypocritically thank Hongyun.

"Thank you, Daoist friend!"

He didn't mention any intention of repayment, clearly not planning to settle this karma.

As the people in Zixiao Palace cursed Zhunti for his shamelessness, they also complained, This actually worked!

Zhen Yuanzi's expression turned grim. He had offended Fuxi to get this seat for his friend, and now he was just handing it over!

Fuxi's face stiffened. He had just given up a seat?

Seeing that things were developing exactly as that brat had predicted, Fuxi harbored great resentment towards Hongyun. If you didn't want this seat, why did you snatch it from me!

That was a Saint position!

Unaware of all this, Hongyun stepped down from his seat. Seeing the sorrowful expression of Daoist Jieyin on the side, a deep sense of sadness welled up in his heart. He turned and said to Kunpeng, "Daoist Kunpeng, Daoist Jieyin has worked so hard. Why don't you also give him your seat!"

Kunpeng had been mocking Hongyun in his heart, thinking that this person's state of mind was easily swayed and that he would never achieve anything great in the future. He was completely disdainful of Hongyun's actions.

Who would have thought that Hongyun would ask him for his seat, and for someone else at that? In an instant, a flicker of dullness appeared in his sinister eyes, followed by great anger. He glared at Hongyun with murderous intent.

"Scram!"

Hongyun froze. He recovered from being influenced and was somewhat confused by Kunpeng's hostility.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhen Yuanzi, who had reacted quickly, stepped forward, covered his mouth, and dragged him to a corner. He looked at his old friend, wiped his head with his hand, and examined him repeatedly. He seemed fine. Why was he acting so foolishly?

Seeing this scene, Shen Hongfei inwardly scoffed, If you can see the problem, then the one preaching up there wouldn't be Hongjun, but you, Zhen Yuanzi.

He shook his head and continued to look at Zhunti.

At this moment, Zhunti was already negotiating with Kunpeng. Hongyun's previous words had made his eyes light up. Kunpeng was the easiest person to provoke among those seated. Thus, he said to Kunpeng, "Kunpeng, Daoist Hongyun is still willing to give up his seat for me, which shows that this seat has a destined connection with the West."

"Please quickly give up this seat to my Eldest Brother, otherwise, what if he gets tired?"

Shen Hongfei's mouth twitched. I wouldn't believe that a Grand Luo Golden Immortal would get tired just from standing for a while. How shameless!

Kunpeng, who was at the center of the storm, was also enraged by these shameless words. A hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Zhunti, don't push your luck too far. I'm not like that Hongyun fellow!"

"If you want the seat, let's settle it with a real fight!"

Saying this, he summoned his magic treasure, ready to attack.

Just then, a heart-pounding aura swept over. Kunpeng couldn't help but shiver. Only then did he remember that this was Zixiao Palace. He met Ancestor Hongjun's cold gaze, and his anger dissipated, leaving only fear.

However, he did not give up his seat. He vaguely felt that this seat held a great opportunity, and as long as Ancestor Hongjun didn't speak, he would not step down.

Seeing Kunpeng's inaction, Hongjun was also helpless. He couldn't openly force Kunpeng to step down; that would clearly reveal to everyone that there was something fishy going on. After some thought, he looked at Primordial Heavenly Lord among the Sanqing and exerted his influence again.

Primordial Heavenly Lord, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust. He opened his eyes and looked in Kunpeng's direction. His prejudice against the demon race instantly intensified.

"Hmph!"

"Kunpeng, you beast with fur and scales, what right do you have to sit alongside me? Hurry up and leave this seat!"

As soon as Primordial Heavenly Lord spoke, Di Jun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and the others frowned. This insult included them as well, and their low opinion of the Sanqing deepened.

Kunpeng's face turned ashen. He said to Primordial Heavenly Lord, "I never expected the dignified Pangu Sanqing to be such shameless individuals!"

Tongtian and Laozi also frowned upon hearing this. They were already displeased with Primordial Heavenly Lord's rash intervention, but now it seemed that Kunpeng's seat was bound to be given up.

Primordial Heavenly Lord's face turned ashen. This feathered beast dared to retort! He immediately flicked his horsetail whisk towards Kunpeng, revealing his powerful cultivation as a mid-stage Grand Luo.

Kunpeng was only at the early stage of Grand Luo Golden Immortal at this time, and he hadn't expected Primordial Heavenly Lord to make a move. Caught off guard, he was knocked from his seat.

Zhunti seized the opportunity to pull Jieyin over, seat him, and then bowed to Sanqing.

"Many thanks, fellow Daoist!"

Kunpeng turned back and saw his seat had been taken. He intended to fight for it back, but a glance from Hongjun extinguished the thought.

He resentfully walked to the side, found a random corner, and sat down. His gaze fell upon Hongyun's position, his eyes flashing fiercely. It was all Hongyun's fault!

If it weren't for him, how could he have lost his seat!

Damn it, if I get the chance, I'll definitely settle this karma!

Hongyun was completely unaware of all this. Only Zhen Yuanzi noticed and looked at the foolishly happy Hongyun beside him, sighing inwardly, My foolish Daoist brother!

With everything settled, all six Golden Futons had occupants: Sanqing, Nuwa, the Two Sages of the West. Hongjun was pleased and withdrew his hand.

Just as Hongjun was smugly thinking that no one had noticed all this, Shen Hongfei, who had been watching the scene the entire time, immediately raised an eyebrow, sensing something was amiss!