The Demon Teacher's Seat, Kunpeng Joins the Demon Race! The Land of Western Preaching?

North Sea.

Towering waves rolled, black clouds pressed down, and Sha Qi filled the air.

Atop those raging waves, a majestic palace hovered.

From that palace emanated a mysterious aura.

Within, countless formations and restrictions were laid out, capable of withstanding powerful attacks.

Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal could not hope to break through.

This was Kunpeng's dwelling.

After Hongjun's third sermon ended, Kunpeng had returned here directly.

He paid no heed to worldly affairs, cultivating within the palace the entire time.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, Kunpeng, seated cross-legged in the palace, snapped his eyes open. Chilling energy coiled around him as he cast a cold, sharp gaze in a certain direction.

The next moment, Kunpeng's form flickered and vanished from where he sat.

When he reappeared, he stood outside the palace.

At the same time, a figure streaked over from not far away, treading upon Golden Crow Divine Fire, utterly unaffected by the chill of the North Abyss.

Who else could it be but Dijun, the Yao Emperor of the Demon Race Heavenly Court?

Having learned earlier that Jieyin and Zhunti had joined the Immortal Court, Dijun had decided to descend to the mortal realm. The place he sought was right here.

Seeing Dijun approach, Kunpeng furrowed his brow slightly, suspicion sinking in his heart.

"Strange. Why would Dijun come to see me?"

"I have no grievances with the Demon Race."

After a moment of hesitation, Kunpeng spoke:

"The Yao Emperor enjoys his blessings in the Heavenly Court—what brings him to this bitter, frozen land of mine?"

Dijun smiled calmly and said:

"Daoist Kunpeng."

"This Emperor has come to invite you to join my Heavenly Court!"

Hearing this, Kunpeng's expression remained indifferent, clearly unenthusiastic. He replied coolly:

"I'm sorry."

"I have no such plans."

Though Kunpeng was also of the Demon Race, he did not belong to the Heavenly Court's camp.

Much like Nuwa and Fuxi.

Of course, earlier, Dijun had already persuaded Nuwa and Fuxi to join the Heavenly Court.

He had even granted them the titles of Xi Huang and Wa Huang!

At Kunpeng's refusal, Dijun said:

"Daoist Kunpeng need not refuse so hastily."

"If you are willing to join the Heavenly Court, this Emperor can grant you the position of Demon Teacher, allowing you to share in the boundless fortune of the Demon Race."

Hearing this, Kunpeng's expression shifted slightly.

"This..."

He narrowed his eyes, putting on a show of hesitation.

Dijun saw through it at once.

He knew the terms he had offered were still not enough to move Kunpeng.

After a brief pause, Dijun added:

"Daoist Kunpeng."

"As long as you agree to join my Demon Race."

"This Emperor can also grant you a stroke of fortune."

At this, Kunpeng squinted, a hint of curiosity in his voice:

"Oh?"

"What fortune?"

Dijun did not keep him in suspense and said directly:

"This Emperor can help you seize the Primordial Violet Qi that Hongyun carries!"

The moment those words left Dijun's mouth, Kunpeng's expression shifted sharply.

Mentioning Hongyun, his heart burned with bone-deep hatred, killing intent surging in his eyes.

Looking back, if Hongyun hadn't played the good Samaritan and given up his seat to Jieyin and Zhunti, those two Westerners wouldn't have set their sights on him afterward.

In the end, it cost him his spot on the cushion.

It wasn't until Ancestor Hongjun's third sermon that Kunpeng realized.

Those six cushion seats were the seats of Saints.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti all received treasures from Hongjun, and he also gave each of them a Primordial Violet Qi, the foundation of the Great Dao.

Beyond that, Hongjun made it clear.

These six would all become Saints in the future!

Thinking that Hongyun had cost him the chance to become a Saint, Kunpeng's hatred surged like a tidal wave.

What made it even harder to swallow was.

After distributing the six Primordial Violet Qi, Ancestor Hongjun produced a seventh, saying it would go to whoever had the fate for it.

In the end, that seventh Primordial Violet Qi fell directly onto Hongyun.

Every time he recalled this, Kunpeng's hatred refused to fade.

All these years, he had been bitterly cultivating.

His goal was to wait until his strength advanced further, then settle accounts with Hongyun.

Now, hearing Dijun say he was willing to help him seize Hongyun's Primordial Violet Qi, Kunpeng's interest was instantly piqued.

After all, Hongyun's own strength was not weak, and he was also a close friend of Zhenyuanzi.

Going after Hongyun alone probably wouldn't work.

After a moment's thought, a flash of resolve crossed Kunpeng's eyes, and he nodded, saying:

"Fine, I agree. I'll join the Demon Race!"

Seeing Kunpeng agree, Dijun was overjoyed.

Though Kunpeng wouldn't become a Saint in the future, he was still a Quasi-Saint powerhouse.

Such combat strength was a great boon to the Demon Race!

"In that case, Demon Teacher, come with me back to the Demon Race Heavenly Court!"

Dijun said, smiling at Kunpeng.

Kunpeng nodded, lightly waved his hand, and the palace floating atop the giant waves was collected into his wide sleeve, then he departed together with Dijun.

On the way to the Heavenly Court.

Dijun also informed him.

Jieyin and Zhunti had joined the Immortal Court.

Kunpeng held considerable resentment toward those two Westerners as well.

If those shameless fellows hadn't complained in Zixiao Palace back then, he wouldn't have lost his Saint seat!

Meanwhile.

Purple Mansion State, East Sea.

Immortal Light blazed brilliantly, ten thousand immortals gathered.

At this moment, East King Duke personally led the Immortal Court's host of immortals, welcoming the arrival of Jieyin and Zhunti from the West outside Purple Mansion State.

Soon, Jieyin and Zhunti appeared, followed by disciples like Jia Ye.

Seeing them arrive, East King Duke, accompanied by the immortals, stepped forward with a smile.

"Two fellow daoists joining my Immortal Court is truly a blessing for Purple Mansion!"

East King Duke said courteously.

Jieyin smiled faintly, pressed his palms together in greeting, and said:

"The Emperor is too kind."

Zhunti ignored East King Duke, instead looking around with a beaming smile, his eyes glinting with sharp light.

Before long, under East King Duke's personal welcome, Jieyin and Zhunti arrived inside the Immortal Palace Hall.

Once inside, Jieyin didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point:

"Emperor, if you want us to join the Purple Mansion State Immortal Court, that's fine."

"However..."

Here, Jieyin paused, then added:

"However, I need East King Duke to grant me a territory to spread the teachings of my Western Dao."

"Moreover, your people must not set foot in this place."

Hearing the conditions Jieyin laid out, East King Duke's expression remained unchanged.

He understood clearly in his heart.

If he wanted Jieyin and Zhunti to join the Immortal Court, he naturally had to pay a price.

And Jieyin's demand for territory was nothing more than a plan to use Zifu Prefecture's land to develop his followers.

"May I ask which part of my Zifu Prefecture Daoist Jieyin desires?"

After a brief silence, East King Duke spoke to inquire.

Hearing this, Jieyin did not stand on ceremony. He slowly raised his hand, then drew a golden ring in the void.

Immediately after, that ring of light expanded straight outward, soon enveloping a large area of Zifu Prefecture within it.

"Within this range, it must be designated as the proselytizing ground of my Western Teachings, and the Immortal Court shall not interfere."

"Is the Emperor willing?"

Seeing this, East King Duke's face did not change. Although the area Jieyin had marked off was not small, he still nodded and agreed:

"Good, everything shall be as Daoist Jieyin says!"