Randeng Visits Zixiao Palace Again

Outside Zixiao Palace, chaos churned.

Randeng adjusted his daoist robe and knelt with a thud before the great doors of Zixiao Palace.

"Dao Ancestor above, disciple Randeng seeks an audience!"

After the second sermon, Randeng had returned to the Great Desolation.

He discovered that the Great Desolation was now turbulent with undercurrents.

The Demon Court, Immortal Court, and Witch Clan were constantly in friction, and one could easily be caught in a Great Tribulation.

Without the System, Randeng was terrified.

Without a second word, he hid outside Zixiao Palace, not believing the Witch-Demon war would reach a Saint's dojo.

As the saying goes, a drop of water can wear through a stone.

He didn't believe that if he knelt here for a Yuan Hui, the Dao Ancestor would not soften his heart!

After some time.

Randeng felt he had knelt long enough and decided to come back another time.

Suddenly.

The great doors of Zixiao Palace opened.

Two small figures walked out, namely Hao Tian and Yao Chi.

Hao Tian saw the crestfallen Randeng, his face full of confusion, "Senior Brother Randeng, why are you here?"

Seeing the doors of Zixiao Palace open and the two figures of Hao Tian and Yao Chi, Randeng thought Hongjun wanted to see him and quickly stepped forward to speak.

"Junior Brothers, I have sought an audience with the Dao Ancestor for tens of thousands of years. Is he finally going to see me?"

Randeng almost burst into tears.

Which Transmigrator was as wronged as him...

"What, Senior Brother, you've been kneeling here for tens of thousands of years?" Yao Chi's mouth fell open.

"Uh... you don't know?" Randeng and the two stared at each other.

"Senior Brother, Zixiao Palace is a world unto itself, isolated from the outside world. Why didn't you knock?" Hao Tian scratched his head.

Zixiao Palace itself was a supreme treasure.

Unless a Saint made a move, it could isolate any fluctuation of spiritual power.

There were not a few grudges among the Three Thousand Travelers of the Mortal World.

The reason the sermons could proceed normally was not only because Hongjun presided over them but also because Zixiao Palace suppressed them, preventing them from unleashing their full strength.

"Knock... knock?" Randeng was stunned. He had only been kneeling all these years.

Wait, in the Great Desolation, you had to knock?

Randeng felt a bit awkward, then asked, "Then, Junior Brothers, could you announce me?"

Hao Tian and Yao Chi learned that Randeng had knelt there for tens of thousands of years and felt pity for him.

Announcing him was no big deal; whether he could meet the Dao Ancestor was another matter.

The two returned to Zixiao Palace.

A moment later.

The small figures of Hao Tian and Yao Chi emerged from the doors again.

Randeng immediately straightened his back, looking at them with hopeful anticipation.

Hao Tian's small face had a strange expression. He cleared his throat and, imitating Hongjun's indifferent tone, said, "Master says..."

Randeng held his breath.

"'Let him in, and stop wailing at the door.'"

Randeng: "..."

Yao Chi covered her mouth and giggled beside him.

Randeng's face turned from pale to red, but it was immediately overwhelmed by ecstasy.

Who cared about the tone, as long as he could get in!

He immediately got up from the ground, patted the non-existent dust on his daoist robe, and tried hard to put on a solemn expression, but his legs were a bit numb, making his movements somewhat comical.

"Thank you, Junior Brothers!" Randeng cupped his hands and couldn't wait to go inside.

"Hey, Senior Brother, wait."

Hao Tian called out to him and, like a little adult, cautioned:

"Master's mood... seems alright, but be careful what you say. Don't mention anything about 'seeing him off in his old age' again."

Randeng's old face flushed, and he nodded repeatedly, "Understood, understood."

Following behind Hao Tian and Yao Chi, Randeng stepped into Zixiao Palace once more.

The palace was still vast and desolate, filled with the resonance of the Dao. Upon the high platform, Hongjun sat cross-legged on a cushion, seemingly unmoved since time immemorial.

However, this time, Hongjun was not completely immersed in the profound state of merging with the Dao.

Instead, he slightly opened his eyes, his gaze calmly falling upon Randeng as he approached.

Though his gaze carried no pressure, Randeng felt as though he had been seen through from the inside out.

It was as if even his memories from before his transmigration were about to be brought out and basked in the sun.

His heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward, performing a respectful bow. "Disciple Randeng greets the Dao Ancestor!"

Hongjun remained silent, simply watching him.

Randeng maintained his bowed posture, his heart pounding.

His previous boasts of acknowledging a father now seemed utterly ridiculous and hollow under the gaze of a true Saint.

All he wanted now was to find a safe place to hide.

After a long pause, Hongjun finally spoke slowly, his voice betraying no emotion. "Randeng, you knelt outside Zixiao Palace for tens of thousands of years. For what purpose?"

Randeng dared not look up, maintaining his respectful posture as his mind raced.

Should he tell the truth?

Should he say he was a transmigrator, his System had failed, he was afraid of death and wanted to latch onto a powerful backer?

Wouldn't that be courting death!

"Replying to the Dao Ancestor."

Randeng took a deep breath, his decision made.

"Disciple... disciple is foolish. I have listened to the Dao Ancestor's two sermons and gained some understanding, but the Great Dao is vast, and I often feel lost and helpless."

"The conflicts in the Great Desolation are gradually rising. My cultivation is low, and my will is not firm. I fear I will be lost in the tribulations and fall from the righteous path of Xuanmen."

"Therefore... therefore, I shamelessly come before you, begging the Dao Ancestor's mercy to allow me to serve by your side, fetching tea, serving water, sweeping the courtyard, and simply to constantly listen to your teachings, stabilize my Dao heart, and not disgrace Xuanmen."

After finishing his speech, Randeng let out a long sigh of relief.

He had figured it out.

Attaining enlightenment and transcending were things for destined protagonists with Systems.

His System was gone, and he still thought of himself as a destined protagonist? That would be suicide.

The old schemers in the Great Desolation, who had lived for who knows how many Yuan Hui, could easily scheme against him in minutes.

Did he really think everyone in the Great Desolation was an idiot...

After Randeng finished speaking, Hao Tian and Yao Chi, who were beside him, looked displeased.

If you're going to fetch tea and sweep the courtyard for the Master, what about us?

What if the Master actually agreed...

Randeng was already at the early Quasi-Saint stage, while they had just broken through to late Grand Unity.

No matter how you looked at it, Randeng was the more competitive candidate.

Hao Tian and Yao Chi exchanged a glance and, without a word, knelt down.

"Master, please don't send us away!"

"Yao Chi and Senior Brother will be obedient from now on!"

"Wuwuwu..."

Seeing this, Randeng also realized that he was stepping on the toes of these two.

Screw it!

He wasn't afraid of kneeling one more time anyway!

Randeng also knelt down, imitating Hao Tian and Yao Chi, and started acting cute towards Hongjun.

"Great Dao Ancestor, Dengdeng can do anything, please let me serve you!"

Hongjun: ...

"Enough."

"Hao Tian, Yao Chi, you two go out first. I have something to say to him." Hongjun looked at Hao Tian and Yao Chi.

The two thought the Dao Ancestor was really going to send them away and immediately hugged Hongjun's leg.

"Master!"

Hao Tian and Yao Chi looked pleadingly at Hongjun.

"Alright, alright, I won't send you away." Hongjun waved his sleeve and sent the two out of Zixiao Palace.

Then, he looked at Randeng with a playful expression.

Randeng felt a tightness in his anus.

Uh oh, is this Hongjun really... gay?