Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's expressions changed. How had this guy appeared here?
Queen Mother of the West nearly burst into tears as she looked at the familiar figure standing before her.
"Yaochi, what's with that expression? Don't tell me West Kunlun doesn't welcome me?" Ye Jun teased.
Queen Mother of the West was so excited that tears welled in her eyes. She had never imagined Ye Jun would arrive at just the right moment.
"Brother Ye Jun, I just didn't expect you to come," Queen Mother of the West said excitedly.
Across from them, Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi looked grimly at Ye Jun, who had suddenly appeared.
Di Jun slowly spoke. "Fellow Daoist Ye Jun, what is the meaning of this?"
"Nothing much. You two can take your Demon Clan army and leave. I'm protecting West Kunlun." Ye Jun spoke with disdain.
Hearing Ye Jun's words, Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi felt a lump of anger in their chests that they couldn't dispel.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Jun, we already reached an understanding regarding Purple Mansion. Please don't interfere in West Kunlun as well," Di Jun said firmly.
Interfere?
Ye Jun stared at Di Jun with interest. "That's right. But Purple Mansion is Purple Mansion, and West Kunlun is West Kunlun. Was what I said really that hard to understand? If you don't leave, then let's fight!"
As he spoke, he pointed the black-and-red God-Slaying Spear at Di Jun, then at Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
The meaning was clear: Which of you two would go first?
Di Jun clenched his fists tightly. That damned monkey!
For a moment, Ye Jun and Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi were deadlocked.
Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi had brought such a huge Demon Clan army all the way from their territory. If they simply returned like this, how would they ever command the Demon Heavenly Court again?
"Fellow Daoists, why haven't you made a move yet? Whatever tricks you have, I'll take them all!" Ye Jun said slowly.
His words brimmed with confidence, and that confidence was what made him most compelling.
The golden light on the Chaos Bell in Eastern Emperor Taiyi's hand flickered on and off. Just as he was about to attack, Di Jun suddenly grabbed him and slowly shook his head.
Then, speaking one word at a time, he said, "Retreat!"
After those two words, Ye Jun put away the God-Slaying Spear, folded his arms, and watched them withdraw in silence.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi snorted and turned away.
Di Jun cupped his hands. "I acted rashly in this matter. I didn't know that Fellow Daoist Queen Mother of the West was your Dao Companion, Fellow Daoist Ye Jun."
Ye Jun waved his hand. "It's fine!"
Di Jun nodded, then led his army away. Before long, West Kunlun had returned to its former peace.
The scene of demonic energy blotting out the sky had vanished without a trace. As she watched the Demon Clan army stream away, Queen Mother of the West patted her chest in relief.
Then she looked at Ye Jun with admiration. "Brother Ye Jun, if you hadn't arrived in time, all of West Kunlun would have been plunged into bloodshed."
Ye Jun shook his head. "Yaochi, the fairies on West Kunlun are decisive in battle, too. Even without me here today, Di Jun and the others wouldn't have had an easy time taking the place."
That was true. Ye Jun's Divine Sense swept across all of West Kunlun, and he could sense how different it was from Purple Mansion and its crowd of fence-sitters.
Ye Jun had saved West Kunlun, making the Demon Clan army's journey a waste. Afterward, he stayed on West Kunlun, enjoying his days of intimacy with Queen Mother of the West.
That time had allowed Ye Jun to truly relax, but Dao Ancestor Hongjun had said during his first sermon at Zixiao Palace that—
He would preach the Dao once every thirty thousand years. Now the next thirty-thousand-year interval was drawing near, and all of the Primordial World was stirring with anticipation.
After all, who in the entire Primordial World wouldn't want to hear a Sage preach the Dao? But Zixiao Palace admitted only three thousand guests of the Red Dust, so there would always be people without the qualifications or the place to hear the sermon.
After all, listening to the Dao was a great opportunity!
Early that day, Ye Jun left West Kunlun and headed into the Chaos. He would have to make good use of this sermon at Zixiao Palace!
The Three Pure Ones from Kunlun Mountain, the Demon Heavenly Court, the two monks from the Western World, and many others all headed for Zixiao Palace.
By the time Ye Jun appeared on the Dao Steps, he had already spotted many familiar faces.
Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi glanced at Ye Jun, then swept their long sleeves and moved off to one side.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Jun, long time no see!" A familiar voice suddenly sounded beside Ye Jun.
Fuxi and Nuwa had come over. Ye Jun cupped his hands in greeting. "Fellow Daoists, how have you been?"
"Hahaha, you're too polite, Fellow Daoist. Speaking of which, things haven't been peaceful for you lately," Fuxi said slowly.
His gaze flicked toward Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who had just walked away.
Ye Jun understood. "They were just minor matters. But both of you have made great progress in your cultivation. It seems you've had some sort of opportunity."
Fuxi and Nuwa both smiled. Ye Jun was right: they had indeed encountered a fortuitous opportunity.
It wasn't only Fuxi and Nuwa. The Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan had also come to Zixiao Palace together.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Jun, long time no see!" Di Jiang flashed to Ye Jun's side and greeted him.
Ye Jun glanced over and saw the many Ancestral Witches behind him.
"Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, you're quicker than before," Ye Jun said politely.
His relationship with the many Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan wasn't all that close, after all.
Especially at a time like this. Not long after this sermon at Zixiao Palace ended, the ambitious Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi would likely turn their attention to the Witch Clan.
When that happened, unless he had no choice, he didn't want to casually get involved.
Otherwise, it would be far too difficult to extricate himself unscathed.
After Ye Jun had greeted the many Ancestral Witches, the gates of Zixiao Palace finally began to open.
The cultivators immediately turned into streaks of light and rushed inside. But this time was different from the first.
The seats at the front had already been settled, and no one dared to pick a fight with the Three Pure Ones.
As for Nuwa, she was also a Quasi-Saint, so no one dared provoke her. Ye Jun quietly sat down on his cushion and looked at the Three Pure Ones in front.
"I can't believe these three have already broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm since the last time I saw them," Ye Jun muttered to himself.
Nuwa, sitting beside him, asked with a puzzled look, "What did you just say, Fellow Daoist?"
"Nothing. I was just thinking aloud," Ye Jun said, shaking his head.
Seeing this, Nuwa didn't press him further. Once all three thousand guests of the Red Dust were seated, a cloud of auspicious mist appeared in the depths of Zixiao Palace.
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