Wearing one piece of clothing for tens of thousands of years? Truly disgusting.

Fuxi did his best to distance himself from Xuanyuan. Once his own sister sat on a cushion, he actively sealed his six senses and closed his eyes to rest.

Xuanyuan found this behavior both infuriating and amusing.

Am I some kind of plague? Do I need to be avoided?

Besides, familiarity comes with time!

Just because they weren't familiar now didn't mean they wouldn't be later.

Nuwa was the Human Dao Master in his plans, someone who would need to exert great effort to fight against the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun in the future.

Although Fuxi was part of the Demon Clan, he was also a Human Dao Saint in Xuanyuan's plan.

Why be so distant?

Xuanyuan chuckled and shook his head. He glanced at the Innate Spiritual Treasure Fuxi had given him and saw it was a book.

The Book of Life and Death!

Heh!

It was the Human Book among the Heaven, Earth, and Human Books.

A Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

It seemed useless now, but once the Six Paths of Reincarnation were established, the Human Book, the Book of Life and Death, would become a supreme treasure of the Underworld.

This trade was worth it!

After putting away the Book of Life and Death, Xuanyuan looked at the crowd. "Fellow Daoists Fuxi and Nuwa traded a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure for a cushion. I'll keep one for myself, leaving four. Those who want to trade, hurry up!"

He emphasized the words "Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure," setting the tone for everyone.

The starting price for a Saint Cushion was a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

As he spoke, Xuanyuan's gaze was fixed on Taiqing Laozi.

As the Pangu Orthodox, don't the Sanqing want to sit on a Saint Cushion?

Taiqing Laozi felt a prickle of unease under his stare and couldn't help but frown. After a long moment, he sighed, "We Sanqing will offer three Innate Spiritual Treasures for three cushions!"

"Deal!"

Xuanyuan agreed without hesitation.

Of the six cushions, three originally belonged to the Sanqing. He naturally had no objection to trading them for three Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Moreover, Xuanyuan vaguely sensed a pair of eyes watching him from the depths of Zixiao Palace.

He guessed that Hongjun's patience was nearing its limit.

Best to quit while I'm ahead!

Don't want to end up with nothing!

After receiving the three Innate Spiritual Treasures, he signaled Tianwu, Goumang, and Shebishi to vacate three cushions.

The Sanqing transformed into three streams of light and each landed on a cushion.

Xuanyuan glanced at the three Innate Spiritual Treasures he had received: the Qiankun Diagram, the Taiji Talisman Seal, and the Golden Phoenix Hairpin.

All Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures!

Good, the Sanqing are reasonable. They didn't try to fool me with ordinary Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Four of the six cushions were quickly distributed, plus the one the Witch Clan kept for themselves.

Only one cushion remained.

Xuanyuan looked towards the entrance of Zixiao Palace, calculating the time. Jieyin and Zhunti, those two bald donkeys, should be arriving soon.

On the surface, he was auctioning off these cushions, with the highest bidder getting them.

In reality, he was still distributing them according to their original intended owners.

After all, a Saint Cushion was an opportunity to become a Saint, related to the Heavenly Mandated Saints.

No matter how reckless Xuanyuan was, he wouldn't dare tamper with this.

He was merely trying to gain some benefits for himself!

If it weren't for the System's quest requiring him to occupy a Saint Cushion.

He wouldn't have kept even one.

This was also the main reason why Xuanyuan had been causing a ruckus in Zixiao Palace without Hongjun intervening.

Xuanyuan had a good grasp of his control over Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao.

He knew where the bottom line was!

With three Saint Cushions suddenly gone, Dijun, Kunpeng, Zhen Yuanzi, Minghe, and others no longer dared to hesitate, and they all spoke up, wanting to trade Innate Spiritual Treasures for the last cushion.

Most of them were Lower Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures. Zhen Yuanzi even offered ten Ginseng Fruits, hoping to trade for the last cushion for his friend, Old Ancestor Hongyun.

Xuanyuan glanced at Zhen Yuanzi and Old Ancestor Hongyun and shook his head imperceptibly.

In his plan, they were destined to be Earth Dao Saints. It was best for them not to get involved in the Heavenly Dao's mess, lest Old Ancestor Hongyun still end up meeting a tragic end.

Everyone argued until their faces were red, but Xuanyuan kept his eyes fixed on the entrance of Zixiao Palace.

He only started smiling when two ragged monks appeared.

The main guests had arrived!

Jieyin and Zhunti entered Zixiao Palace and were startled to see tens of thousands of people packed inside.

Zixiao Palace was located in the Chaos Void, and those who were not Daluo Golden Immortal experts could not easily enter.

They had gone through great hardships to finally arrive at Zixiao Palace.

Yet here they were, suddenly seeing tens of thousands of people.

They couldn't help but doubt themselves, wondering if there were really so many powerful beings in the Eastern world.

When they saw that the six futons at the front were already occupied, the two were dumbfounded again.

There wasn't even a place to sit?

So, Daoist Zhunti directly started crying and said, "Woe is us! We two come from the barren Western lands. After enduring countless hardships, we traveled thousands of miles and finally arrived at Zixiao Palace, only to find no seats. How tragic!"

The others were indifferent to their tearful pleas.

They scoffed internally, even showing undisguised contempt.

There were plenty of people in Zixiao Palace without seats.

What was wrong with two bald donkeys from a backwater place not having a seat?

Couldn't they just hide in any corner?

As expected, they were from a small place and were so particular!

No one even bothered to turn their heads to look at them. All their attention was focused on the ownership of the last futon.

Jieyin and Zhunti were thick-skinned individuals. They didn't feel awkward when no one paid attention to them.

With a flash of their figures, they arrived at the front of the hall where the six futons were placed.

Upon closer inspection, they saw that the ones sitting on the futons were the Sanqing, Nuwa, and two people they didn't recognize, Zhurong and Gonggong.

The Sanqing were born from Pangu's primordial spirit, possessed immense power, and were a unified entity with connected auras. The two of them were certainly no match for them.

Nuwa was a woman, and beside her stood the famous Fuxi, who looked at them warily, clearly ready to fight if words failed.

The two dared not provoke them either.

Thus, they set their sights on Zhurong and Gonggong.

After all.

Zhurong and Gonggong were unfamiliar faces, unlike the Sanqing, Nuwa, and Fuxi, who had already made a name for themselves in the Primordial World.

Furthermore, Zhurong and Gonggong were tall and burly, with muddled eyes, looking like simple-minded giants that would be easy to fool.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a look, and then Zhunti began to cry, "Woe is us! The Western world is too harsh! Since I was born, for countless eons, I haven't even had the money to change my clothes."

"What? You haven't changed clothes in countless eons?"

"Disgusting! Get away from me!"

Zhurong and Gonggong looked disgusted and waved their hands, telling Jieyin and Zhunti to scram.

Zhunti was stunned.

These simple-minded giants weren't playing by the rules!

He had intended to express the hardships of the Western world to gain sympathy and seize a futon.

How did it turn into being disgusting?

No matter how poor the West was, his clothes were still a Houtian Spiritual Treasure!

They were self-cleaning and dirt-repelling, looking as good as new no matter how many years they were worn.

Seeing Zhunti's failure, Jieyin quickly stepped forward.

"The Western world is too far from here. We two received the news a thousand years ago and traveled day and night without daring to stop. We endured countless dangers, sustained injuries, and rushed here with all our might."

Zhurong sighed, "It must have been tough!"

Jieyin's heart leaped when Zhurong responded. His expression became even more tragic. "Please, fellow Daoists, take pity on us and let us have a futon to rest our feet, won't you?"

Gonggong shook his head. "That won't do. This futon is for our brothers to trade for Innate Spiritual Treasures. We can't just give it away for free!"

Zhurong chuckled, "Bald donkeys, shall we give you some advice?"

"What advice?"

Jieyin and Zhunti both looked at Zhurong, thinking there was a chance.

They automatically ignored Zhurong calling them "bald donkeys."

But the most important thing right now was the futon.

Zhurong pretended to think for a moment before speaking, "You could discuss with Hongjun about holding the next sermon in the Western world. That way, you won't have to travel for a thousand years to Zixiao Palace to listen."

"Are you playing us for fools!"

Jieyin and Zhunti were furious.

They prided themselves on their intelligence and had always been the ones to trick others. They never expected that upon entering Zixiao Palace, they would be tricked by two hulking simpletons.

It was humiliating, utterly humiliating.

"What do you mean by that?"

Zhurong's expression darkened. "We offered our advice in good faith, and this is the attitude you give us?"

Gonggong sneered, "Monks are just monks, dreaming here? There are only six futons in Zixiao Palace, and you think you can just ask for two?"

He pointed at Sanqing and Nuwa. "Do you know how they got the futons under their butts?"

"Our brothers sold them. One futon for one Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. And that was still a friendly price, considering we're all cultivators from the Eastern world."

"You two bald donkeys from the Western world want a futon? Fine, trade it for a spiritual treasure!"

Xuanyuan chimed in at the right moment, "The last futon, only two Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures!"