Dao Ancestor Hongjun's Unease, The Preaching Concludes!

"We thank you, Teacher!" Jieyin and Zhunti's faces suddenly bloomed with spring radiance.

Hongjun shook his head helplessly, but still raised his hand and sent two strands of Primordial Violet Qi into Jieyin and Zhunti's bodies.

Jieyin and Zhunti quickly wiped away their tears—the Primordial Violet Qi was finally in their hands.

The three thousand Gods and Devils stared dumbfounded at Jieyin and Zhunti, who had just been a pitiful mess moments ago, now beaming and rubbing their hands together.

That actually worked?

Such shameless people could really become the Sage's Registered Disciples!

Jieyin and Zhunti were now riding high on their triumph, having already cast aside everything that had happened before.

As long as they could become the Sage's Registered Disciples, what did losing a little face matter?

The three thousand Gods and Devils were truly on the verge of tears—so playing the victim really did pay off!

"Very well, then. From this day forward, you six are my disciples. You must cultivate diligently." Dao Ancestor Hongjun spoke slowly.

"Your disciples respectfully heed Teacher's teachings!" The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Jieyin and Zhunti answered in unison.

"I still have one remaining strand of Primordial Violet Qi in my possession, so I shall grant it to you." Dao Ancestor Hongjun glanced at Old Ancestor Hongyun, who was sitting in the back, and swept his sleeve.

Old Ancestor Hongyun looked at the drifting Primordial Violet Qi with a face full of surprise—there was actually a share for him too!

"Thank you, Dao Ancestor!" Old Ancestor Hongyun kowtowed in gratitude.

Ye Jun crossed his arms and watched Old Ancestor Hongyun's delighted expression, unable to suppress a long sigh in his heart.

Each person has their own fate. At this moment, Old Ancestor Hongyun had no idea that this seemingly fortuitous Primordial Violet Qi would become the very reason for his downfall in the future.

Thinking of this, Ye Jun couldn't help but glance at Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who sat upright on the cloud bed.

This whole affair could hardly be unrelated to Hongjun.

"My disciple-taking is now concluded. If any of you have further questions, you may raise them now!" Hongjun's voice once again echoed through Purple Cloud Palace.

Hearing this, a burly man stood up from a corner of Purple Cloud Palace and cupped his hands, asking, "May I ask the Dao Ancestor, where lies the path forward for my Witch Clan?"

Ye Jun turned to look—it was Di Jiang of the Twelve Ancestor Witches!

Hongjun glanced at Di Jiang and then said, "The Witch Clan does not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, so originally there was no path. But one among your Witch Clan can break this deadlock."

Di Jiang, who had already looked ashen-faced, suddenly jerked his head up, his voice even trembling slightly as he spoke, "I beg the Dao Ancestor to enlighten me!"

Dao Ancestor Hongjun pointed toward the Twelve Ancestor Witches and said, "The path forward lies with her!"

Di Jiang followed the direction of Dao Ancestor Hongjun's finger and saw that it was Ancestor Witch Houtu.

Houtu was also puzzled—the Witch Clan's path forward rested on her?

"Dao Ancestor, what does this mean?" Houtu asked.

Hongjun shook his head and said, "The Witch Clan's path forward lies with you. As for where it is, I do not know. You must seek it yourself."

After that, Hongjun answered the questions of the other Gods and Devils one by one, and everyone left with a bounty of insight.

After waiting a while and finding no one else to ask, Hongjun spoke, "Today I have attained Sagehood, but I cannot oversee every matter in the Primordial World. Therefore, I shall select two people today to manage the Primordial World!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the three thousand Gods and Devils erupted in uproar. Managing the Primordial World—this was an enormous boon.

Not to mention anything else, from now on, walking through the Primordial World as the Sage's spokesperson would naturally elevate one's status!

For a moment, everyone wanted to try their luck—after all, such an opportunity was rare!

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi exchanged a glance, both seeing the excitement in each other's eyes.

They hadn't been chosen as disciples earlier, but surely this time it would be their turn.

Di Jun stepped forward and knelt, saying, "Dao Ancestor, the two of us can do it!"

Hongjun shook his head, rejecting Di Jun's request, and then turned his gaze to a yellow-robed cultivator among the crowd.

This cultivator's cultivation was not the highest, but he radiated uprightness, exactly matching Hongjun's requirements.

Hongjun spoke, "Donghua, from this day forward, you shall be the Head of Male Immortals, styled East King Duke, and manage the Primordial World on my behalf!"

East King Duke quickly knelt and said, "Thank you, Dao Ancestor. I shall not fail your trust!"

Hongjun waved his hand, and a Dragon Head Staff brimming with Dao Rhyme appeared and flew toward Donghua.

East King Duke accepted the staff with great excitement, unaware that Di Jun had turned back to glance at him.

That gaze was cold and lifeless—some things seemed fated from this very moment.

Then Hongjun looked toward Yaochi on the other side. With a Head of Male Immortals, a Head of Female Immortals was naturally needed.

Yaochi was formed from pure yin energy, with a beautiful face, a graceful figure, and an aura that kept others at a distance.

"Yaochi, from this day forward, you shall be the Head of Female Immortals, styled Queen Mother of the West, and assist East King Duke in managing the Primordial World!"

As soon as Hongjun finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and a banner flew toward Yaochi.

"This is the Plain Cloud Realm Banner. With this treasure, I hope you can properly manage the female immortals of the Primordial World!" Dao Ancestor Hongjun said.

Yaochi's face flushed as she accepted the Plain Cloud Realm Banner and kowtowed in thanks, saying, "Thank you, Dao Ancestor. I shall not fail your trust!"

Dao Ancestor Hongjun nodded in satisfaction. Now both the Head of Male Immortals and the Head of Female Immortals had been settled.

"Does anyone have any further questions?" Hongjun asked.

Ye Jun suddenly stood up, clasped his hands in salute, and said, "Dao Ancestor, do you still remember that Enlightenment Dao Tree?"

The smile on Hongjun's face froze. What did this Monkey mean by that?

The three thousand Gods and Devils behind him looked at Dao Ancestor Hongjun, then at the Monkey, a flicker of doubt in their hearts.

Could it be that the Dao Ancestor had some past dealings with this Monkey?

Even the Three Pure Ones were puzzled. Tongtian raised an eyebrow, sensing that there was something hidden beneath the surface.

Hongjun did not answer. Instead, he swept his sleeve, and a flash of purple light shone behind him as the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace swung open.

Only then did he speak slowly: "Esteemed ones, this session of preaching the Dao ends here. You may all take your leave. The next sermon at the Purple Cloud Palace will be thirty thousand years from now."

Though the three thousand Gods and Devils were full of questions, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had already opened the gates—a clear sign that he wished to drop the matter.

They were no fools. At a time like this, none of them would willingly walk into the line of fire of Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Without a word, they all chose to depart. The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa bowed to Dao Ancestor Hongjun before quickly taking their leave as well.

Ye Jun cast a cold smirk at the evasive Dao Ancestor Hongjun, then turned and left.

After everyone had gone, Hongjun's face darkened as he concealed the Purple Cloud Palace.

In his heart, he cursed Ye Jun a thousand times over. This Monkey had clearly come to ruin his reputation.

For a moment, a pang of regret stirred within him. If only he had known back then that this Monkey was also gifted with extraordinary talent...

Perhaps he would have taken him in as a Registered Disciple.

Already far away, Ye Jun walked with his hands behind his head, a broad smile on his face.

This session at the Purple Cloud Palace had not only made that old man Hongjun lose face but had also pushed his own cultivation to the late stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!