Haotian Gets Back Up

"Duobao!

By what right do you sit ahead of us?"

"Hmph!

This is the arrangement of the Great Heavenly Venerate; what has it to do with this poor Daoist?

Furthermore~

This poor Daoist has taken the seat, so what will you do about it?"

The Primordial World.

The Jade Pool Immortal Realm of the Heavenly Court.

A place that should have been serene and tranquil was, at this moment, exceptionally boisterous.

This was because the newly appointed Heavenly Emperor, Haotian, had taken advantage of the ripening of the Flat Peaches to host a banquet for numerous cultivators.

Yet, the venue, which should have been a scene of harmony, was now fraught with tension.

A question of seating had reignited the conflict between the cultivators of the Chan Teachings and the Jie Teachings.

Haotian, the host of this banquet, sat at the head of the table with his eyes slightly closed, watching the scene unfold.

It could be said that this entire scenario was orchestrated by his own hand.

He recalled the moment not long ago when he had just awakened the memories of his past life.

At that time, Haotian had been filled with both surprise and joy.

Joy, because he had transmigrated into Haotian, starting off with the cultivation of a Perfected Hunyuan Golden Immortal, coupled with the status of Heavenly Emperor.

Longevity and eternal vision—they had been achieved so effortlessly.

Not only that.

Awakening along with his memories was a divine ability: Ten Thousandfold Amplification.

This divine ability was an active skill.

Not only could he, Haotian, use it himself, but he could also temporarily bestow it upon others.

When cast, it could be controlled at will.

Whether it was enlightenment, cultivation, artifact refining, alchemy, or even the attacks one unleashed, everything could be amplified.

However, for every joy, there is a worry.

As far as the situation in the Primordial World was concerned, even if he, Haotian, wanted to lay low, others would not give him the chance.

He, Haotian, wanted to dominate the Primordial World, but how could the various Great Sects be content with that?

A single moment of carelessness would result in him becoming nothing more than a puppet.

Most terrifying of all, if he were to become a puppet, there was no telling when he might be driven from his throne, at which point his very life might not be guaranteed.

It had nothing to do with good or evil; it was merely a difference in stance and the struggle for destiny.

Just like this Peach Banquet.

While it was true that he, Haotian, had calculated this to test the waters, were the cultivators of the Chan and Jie Teachings not also testing him, the Heavenly Emperor?

They wanted to know if he, Haotian, was easy to control.

Under such circumstances, it seemed that he, Haotian, had no choice but to be thick-skinned and ruthless just to barely maintain his footing.

A moment later, Haotian suddenly looked up, surveying the clamorous venue.

Immediately, the aura of a peak Quasi-Saint cultivator pressed directly down upon the disciples of the two sects.

Crushed by Haotian's aura, the cultivators of the Chan and Jie Teachings collapsed onto the ground.

The cultivators of both sects fell silent at once.

The entire Jade Pool Immortal Realm fell into stillness following Haotian's action.

Everyone was waiting for Haotian's next move.

After a few breaths, Haotian withdrew his aura.

Only then did the cultivators of the Chan and Jie Teachings find a chance to catch their breath.

However, before Haotian could speak, Guangchengzi took the lead and questioned him: "What is the meaning of this, Great Heavenly Venerate?

Could it be that you think the disciples of my Chan Teachings are easy to bully?"

Hearing the words of Guangchengzi, Haotian replied with a cold expression: "The Chan Teachings are not easy to bully?"

So, does that mean this Heavenly Emperor is easy to bully?

This place is the Jade Pool Immortal Realm of the Heavenly Court, not your Chan Teachings' Kunlun Mountain.

What?

Do you truly take the Primordial World as the private property of your Chan Teachings?

Thinking you can act as wantonly as you please, whenever and wherever you like?

Hearing Haotian's words, Guangchengzi immediately retorted, "How have I been wanton?

This is a matter between our Chan and Jie Teachings; when did it become your turn to interfere?

You are merely a boy attendant; do you truly think that becoming the Heavenly Emperor gives you the right to manage us?"

Although he had expected it, hearing Guangchengzi say it to his face made Haotian's expression turn livid.

Compared to Haotian's abysmal mood, the cultivators present all closed their eyes to rest, pretending they had neither heard nor seen a thing.

Was this something they could get involved in?

On one side was a Quasi-Saint at the Great Perfection stage with the backing of the Purple Cloud Palace.

On the other side were the disciples of the Sages.

No matter which side they chose, they would end up with nothing good.

After a moment of silence, Haotian spoke directly, "I am merely a boy attendant?

Then what kind of thing are you?

A mere Golden Immortal, yet you dare to act wantonly before Me?

Is this how the Sages taught you to conduct yourselves?"

As soon as Haotian said this, not only were the cultivators present stunned.

Even the six Sages observing from the shadows frowned deeply.

This fellow Haotian was being a bit too overbearing.

Oh!

No!

This wasn't just being overbearing.

This was failing to hold them in any regard.

If he were allowed to continue like this, In this Primordial World, How much deterrent power would their words as Sages still hold?

After all, the Primordial World was vast, and there were no shortage of Quasi-Saint cultivators.

Even if there weren't a thousand, there were at least eight hundred.

If these fellows followed his example and rebelled against them just like Haotian, Things would become very difficult to handle.

Although they were Sages, they could not simply turn every Quasi-Saint into dust.

After a period of silence, the Six Sages decided to wait and see for now.

As far as the current situation went, claiming Haotian was disrespectful to the Sages was, in the end, a bit of a stretch.

Hearing these words, Guangchengzi turned red with rage.

He shouted angrily, "Hmph!

So what if I am a Golden Immortal?

This Golden Immortal cultivation was earned by me, step by step!

Do not try to change the subject!

Regarding this matter, you must give me an explanation!

First, you placed Duobao ahead of my Chan Teachings' disciples.

Then, you interfered in the strife between the disciples of our Great Sects."

Guangchengzi, of course, would not mention that Haotian had merely released his pressure, causing him to collapse to the ground; he only spoke of Haotian interfering in the strife between the Chan and Jie Teachings.

Haotian heard this and tilted his head slightly, saying, "An explanation?

What kind of explanation do you want Me to give you?

You, a Golden Immortal cultivator, what kind of explanation do you want from Me?

Want an explanation?

Wait until your cultivation catches up to Mine before you speak!"

Or perhaps you should have the Primordial Heavenly Venerate come himself.

See how he expects the Imperial We to explain this?

As the words fell.

Haotian flicked his sleeves, his dissatisfaction written clearly across his face.

Guangchengzi, hearing this, raged: "Good! Good! Good!

You, Haotian, actually dare to show disrespect to a Saint!

..."

However, before Guangchengzi could finish his sentence.

Haotian spoke in a deep voice: "Disrespect to a Saint?

What a grand accusation!

Have the disciples of your Chan Teachings and Jie Teachings ever shown respect to the Imperial We, the Heavenly Emperor, first?

Or are you saying that you yourselves consider yourselves Saints as well?"

Just as Haotian's voice faded, the figure of the Primordial Heavenly Venerate quietly appeared.

It was clear that this Saint could no longer hold himself back.

Having Guangchengzi and the other cultivators pressed down until they collapsed to the ground was indeed a loss of his own face.

But in the eyes of the Primordial Heavenly Venerate, the primary culprit was Haotian.

If he were to let Haotian continue to bicker with Guangchengzi, his old face would be completely lost.

And it was not just a matter of losing face.

The prestige of the Primordial Heavenly Venerate would also plummet significantly.

When that time came, he, the Primordial Heavenly Venerate, would never be able to hold his head high in front of the other Saints.

Seeing the suddenly arrived Primordial Heavenly Venerate, the cultivators present immediately stood up and bowed: "Greetings, Saint!"

Yet Haotian simply remained seated, looking at the Primordial Heavenly Venerate with an air of nonchalance, showing not the slightest intention of rising to welcome him.

Seeing Haotian's behavior, the Primordial Heavenly Venerate immediately furrowed his brows.

"Haotian!

What is the meaning of this?

Do you truly believe that because you have become the Heavenly Emperor, you dare to be disrespectful to This Seat?"

Hearing this, Haotian immediately sneered: "The Saint certainly has a grand display!

When invited, you do not come.

When not invited, you arrive of your own accord.

And you even expect the Imperial We to rise and welcome you.

Do you think that because you have attained Sainthood, you can forget the old days before the Purple Cloud Palace, when you relied on the Imperial We for guidance?

You want the Imperial We to respect you?

Then first repay the karma of the guidance the Imperial We gave you.

And then teach your disciples of the Chan Teachings what virtue is before you speak!

Do not boast about being the orthodox lineage of Pangu.

The Witch Clan of those years was also the orthodox lineage of Pangu!

Although their tempers were a bit fiery, at the very least, they knew what 'reason' was."