Saint Cushion, Highest Bidder Wins

However, upon seeing the situation inside the grand hall, everyone frowned in unison.

Sanqing and Nuwa, in particular, felt a profound sense of loss, as if they had missed an immense opportunity.

Inside the main hall of Zixiao Palace, Xuanyuan smiled as he looked at them. Behind him stood Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and four other Ancestor Witches.

The remaining six Ancestor Witches were seated on futons.

Other than these six futons, there was nothing else in the entire hall.

Those who could enter Zixiao Palace were no fools.

Even if they didn't yet know the specific purpose of the six futons, they could vaguely sense their extraordinary nature.

Now that the futons were occupied by the Ancestor Witches who had entered first, everyone, no matter how unwilling, and recalling the precedent outside Zixiao Palace, dared not fight the Ancestor Witches for them.

Then, in the next moment, something unexpected happened.

Xuanyuan stood on the main hall, smiling, and said, "Saints are indeed Saints. The futons they use for meditation are Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures. I wonder if listening to the Dao on the futons would yield even better results?"

Bragging, pure and simple bragging!

Sanqing, Dijun, and others gritted their teeth in hatred.

This was simply outrageous!

Taking advantage of the situation and then showing off.

They had already seized the treasures and were secretly rejoicing, but now they were openly flaunting it.

They even suspected that the trial outside Zixiao Palace was not set up by a Saint at all, but was a trick orchestrated by Xuanyuan.

Yuanshi was the first to protest, stepping forward angrily, "Xuanyuan, it is too much for your Witch Clan to occupy six futons while a Saint is preaching!"

Donghuang Taiyi followed closely, "We are all here to listen to the Saint's sermon; the benefits cannot be monopolized by your clan alone!"

Incited by the two, everyone's eyes gleamed, and they began to stir.

Especially some of the top powerhouses, who started eyeing the six futons.

Individually, they were no match for the Ancestor Witches, but together, they felt emboldened.

"Alright, you've gotten good, you know how to incite people now!"

Xuanyuan looked down at Yuanshi and Donghuang Taiyi from above, his smile playful, "It's simply laughable. We occupied the futons with our own abilities, what business is it of yours? If you have the ability, go and occupy them yourselves!"

Yuanshi: "Just tell us if you're going to let us have them or not!"

"Are you threatening us?"

Donghuang Taiyi: "So what if we are threatening you? You'd best think carefully. Even if the Witch Clan is powerful, can they stand against all the powerhouses of the Primordial World?"

Yuanshi and Donghuang Taiyi were convinced that Xuanyuan would not dare to incur the wrath of the masses. Moreover, this was Zixiao Palace, the Saint's dojo. Even if Xuanyuan was brave, he would not dare to act outside Zixiao Palace, so would he dare to cause trouble here?

Xuanyuan's smile disappeared. He raised his hands and slapped them twice.

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

The crisp sounds of slaps echoed within Zixiao Palace.

Everyone was startled and retreated in succession.

Yuanshi and Donghuang Taiyi froze for a moment, touching their cheeks in disbelief.

They had been publicly slapped?

Humiliation, pure and unadulterated humiliation.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Both were incredibly proud individuals. In their rage, they disregarded the fact that this was a Saint's dojo, even forgetting their cultivation techniques, divine abilities, and spiritual treasures.

Like two ruffians, they charged at Xuanyuan with bare fists, roaring.

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

The crisp sounds of slaps rang out again, and the two were sent flying, crashing to the ground.

Now their faces were finally symmetrical.

"You've gotten too much!"

Xuanyuan's arrogance was palpable. He spat on the ground, looking down at the fallen Yuanshi and Donghuang Taiyi with disdain. "Don't you know your own limits? If you keep yapping, believe it or not, I'll kill you?"

Arrogant, utterly arrogant.

The entire grand hall of Zixiao Palace, with over fifty thousand people, fell into complete silence.

Everyone could feel the palpable killing intent emanating from Xuanyuan.

Without a doubt, this madman truly dared to kill someone in the Saint's dojo.

Even Yuanshi and Donghuang Taiyi held their breath, no longer daring to utter another word.

No matter how proud they were, they dared not gamble with their lives.

Especially facing Xuanyuan, that lunatic, it's not worth it!

Everyone was intimidated by Xuanyuan.

Not a single person dared to make a sound.

"That's more like it!"

A smile reappeared on Xuanyuan's face. "I'm a very reasonable person, easy to talk to, and everything can be discussed. But if anyone thinks I'm weak and easy to bully, tries to threaten me, or steal my things, I don't mind having a good chat with them."

Everyone lowered their heads, inwardly complaining, You're easy to talk to?

He slapped them at the slightest disagreement; Yuanshi and Donghuang Taiyi are still lying on the ground!

After being publicly humiliated in front of so many Primordial World powerhouses, how could they ever show their faces in the Primordial World again?

Taiqing Laozi, Shangqing Tongtian, and Dijun's faces were grim, and they remained silent.

The Sanqing and the Demon Emperor were originally a single entity. With Yuanshi and Donghuang Taiyi being humiliated, they also lost face.

Unfortunately, they had witnessed Xuanyuan's methods and strength and knew the gap between them. Even without the Twelve Ancestor Witches making a move, they were no match for Xuanyuan alone.

They could only glare angrily, powerless.

What's more, this guy was a lunatic.

He didn't reason with you at all, yet his strength was outrageously high.

It was simply unsolvable.

At this moment, someone suddenly spoke, "Xuanyuan, since you say everything can be discussed, how can we get one of the cushions?"

The speaker was Fuxi, the strongest expert in deduction in the Primordial World.

Although he didn't know what the six cushions represented, he could deduce that the cushions were of great importance and were somehow related to his sister.

He didn't want to get involved in the conflict between the Witch Clan, the Sanqing, Dijun, and Donghuang Taiyi.

But he also didn't want his sister to miss out on a heaven-sent opportunity.

Since Xuanyuan said he was easy to talk to, he decided to ask, even if it meant paying a great price, he would get a cushion for his sister to sit on.

Finally, someone got the point.

Xuanyuan's smile widened, but he said, "There are six cushions in total, and it's not even enough for my own brothers to sit on."

He put on a distressed look, gritted his teeth, and sighed.

"Since Fellow Daoist Fuxi asked, I'm not an unreasonable or domineering person. I just want to sit on a top-grade Innate Cushion. I can't just give it away with just a few words and no compensation!"

Everyone was speechless!

He sounded so noble, but wasn't he just clearly trying to extort them?

Fuxi: "Save the pleasantries, just tell me how much it will take to get one cushion!"

Xuanyuan scanned the crowd and found everyone holding their breath and watching him. Then, he slowly said, "Everyone wants to sit on these cushions, so there must be a proper procedure. After much thought, there's only one way: the highest bidder gets it!"

BOOM!

Like a drop of cold water falling into a sizzling oil pan.

The entire Zixiao Palace erupted in an instant.

Everyone looked at him in disbelief.

This was a Saint's dojo.

A Saint's sermon was supposed to be solemn, yet Xuanyuan had turned it into an auction?

And he was auctioning off cushions prepared by the Saint?

Was he not afraid of incurring the Saint's wrath?

Audacious, simply audacious.

Anyone who said Xuanyuan wasn't a lunatic would be argued with by everyone!

If he weren't a lunatic, could he have done something so arrogant?

Everyone waited for the Saint to appear and punish Xuanyuan, so no one bid for a while.

They were all waiting to watch the show.

But after waiting for a long time, Ancestor Hongjun did not appear.

As time passed, some people became impatient.

"One Innate Spiritual Treasure for a cushion spot!"

Fuxi was the first to speak.

He had made up his mind to secure a Saint Cushion for Nuwa.

"Innate Spiritual Treasure?"

Some people who had been planning to bid and see if they could snag a Saint Cushion had second thoughts.

Fuxi's opening bid of an Innate Spiritual Treasure made many shake their heads and abandon the idea.

The Primordial World only had so many Innate Spiritual Treasures, and most were still in Hongjun's hands.

There were many powerful beings present, but most were born relatively late, which was why they had come all the way to Zixiao Palace to listen to Hongjun's teachings.

There weren't more than twenty people who possessed Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Most of them were accompanying spiritual treasures born with them.

They had the highest compatibility with their owners.

To give up an Innate Spiritual Treasure for a futon was not worth the loss.

"Fuxi, you've given me a difficult problem!"

Xuanyuan put on a show of great difficulty, shaking his head with a bitter smile, while his eyes constantly scanned the crowd.

He wanted to see if anyone would bid against Fuxi.

But after waiting for a long time, no one else spoke up.

He could only reluctantly agree, "An Innate Spiritual Treasure it is, then. It's because we have such a good relationship!"

"Qiangliang, make way for fellow Daoist Fuxi!"

"This is just a fair trade; I'm not familiar with you, fellow Daoist!"

Fuxi tossed an Innate Spiritual Treasure to Xuanyuan and pulled Nuwa to sit on the futon.

Xuanyuan's actions instantly made him an enemy of the entire Primordial World.

She didn't want to have anything to do with Xuanyuan.