The Kindhearted Hong Yun Finally Gave Up His Seat

"Huh? Mystic Turtle Daoist? Are you trying to fool me?"

Nuwa's beautiful eyes glimmered, and a spark of light flashed in her gaze. She looked doubtful.

"Heh heh, Fellow Daoist Nuwa, why would I deceive you?" Beichen immediately rose from the cushion and yielded his seat to Nuwa. "I used my divine ability to divine things this morning and learned you'd be late, so I came early to save you a seat!"

Nuwa stood beside Lingbao Moral Heavenly Venerate after Beichen gave up his seat. She thanked him repeatedly. "Thank you, Mystic Turtle Daoist. I'll always remember your great kindness!"

As she spoke, Nuwa glanced at Dijun, Taiyi, and the others, looking thoughtful, as if she had realized something.

Nearby, Lingbao Moral Heavenly Venerate saw that Beichen had given his seat to Nuwa and sighed. "Mystic Turtle Daoist, I never expected you'd saved the cushion for my younger sister! I thank you on her behalf, too!"

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, think nothing of it!"

Sect Master Tongtian had been polite to Beichen, and Beichen returned the courtesy. That was how friends treated each other.

But Primordial Lord of Heaven sneered from the side. "You sycophantic, filthy, despicable wretch! You're sucking up to my younger sister because our master is a Dao Ancestor and a Saint, hoping to get some benefit from him in your pursuit of the Dao!"

"You old bastard, cut the crap!" Beichen wasn't about to tolerate such slander. He immediately shot back, "Let me make this clear: I don't give a damn about your master's Dao. I came here for fun!"

"Then don't listen when my master lectures later!"

"So what if I don't? What does it matter if I don't listen to the Dao of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal?"

Beichen hadn't come to the Zixiao Palace to hear Hongjun lecture in the first place. He had already surpassed the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm and reached the level of a half-step Quasi-Saint. He'd come this time only to make connections with powerful figures and settle all his karmic ties, preparing for the day he would contend with Hongjun over the Dao!

"You!"

Seeing Beichen reveal his peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation, Primordial Lord of Heaven blushed. Only then did he realize the other man truly had no need to listen to a lecture on the Dao of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal!

After all, he, Yuanshi, was only in the late stage of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm. He still had some distance to go before reaching the peak, much less perfection. He needed to listen with an open mind.

"Yuanshi, you old bastard, I'd flatter anyone but you! How does that make you feel?"

Beichen looked as if he were daring Yuanshi to hit him.

Primordial Lord of Heaven snorted and turned away, refusing to respond.

"Thank you, Mystic Turtle Daoist!"

Nuwa, unlike Primordial Lord of Heaven, truly felt grateful to Beichen.

"Thank you on my sister's behalf, too, Mystic Turtle Daoist!"

A handsome, imposing young man beside her bowed to Beichen, his eyes glinting with intelligence.

"Oh, I know you. You're Nuwa's older brother, the great Fu Xi!" Beichen smiled.

"I'm hardly worthy of being called great! Your cultivation is superior to mine, Mystic Turtle Daoist!" Fu Xi replied modestly.

Beichen's gesture had made him the center of attention. Beside him stood a Daoist wearing a purple-gold crown, a crane-patterned robe, and light shoes. His presence was imposing, and Daoist energy surged around him. The man hurriedly bowed to Beichen. "Mystic Turtle Daoist, do you know what an immense opportunity the six cushions represent? Since you secured one, why give it up?"

"And you are?" Beichen asked, taken aback.

"Oh, Mystic Turtle Daoist, he's my closest friend, the great immortal Zhen Yuanzi!"

Ancestor Hong Yun turned around and proudly introduced him to Beichen.

Zhen Yuanzi returned the salute. "Indeed. I am Zhen Yuanzi."

"Zhen Yuanzi, Ancestor of Earth Immortals. I know of you!" Beichen said with a faint smile.

"You're the overlord of the North Sea, yet you know of me?" Zhen Yuanzi was taken aback, feeling flattered.

"Zhen Yuanzi is a famous great power in the Primordial World, both now and in the future. How could I not know of you?"

"Ahem!" Zhen Yuanzi's heart fluttered with delight.

Then he lowered his voice. "Fellow Daoist, you took that cushion. Why did you give it up?"

"Haha!" Beichen laughed, lowering his voice as well. "Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, you know those six cushions represent the six Saint Positions, right? Six cushions, infused with six strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi. Whoever listens to the lecture while seated on one will become a Saint of the Primordial World in the future!"

"Ahem!" Zhen Yuanzi cleared his throat, then stamped his foot. "If you know how important they are, why give yours up?"

"Haha! You came early, too, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi. Why didn't you sit on one? Why just watch Hong Yun and Kunpeng take their seats?"

The two exchanged smiles, seemingly understanding one another.

Zhen Yuanzi still spelled it out. "Though the cushions are Saint Positions, they aren't meant for me. Whoever sits on one will become one of Dao Ancestor Hongjun's six disciples. I don't want to be his disciple. Better to cultivate my own Dao and remain an independent cultivator!"

"Then we share the same thoughts, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi!"

"Ah! Kindred spirits! Mystic Turtle Daoist and Zhen Yuanzi are kindred spirits!"

Zhen Yuanzi hastily clasped Beichen's hand, and the two immediately felt a kinship.

At that moment, Beichen looked toward Hong Yun, who kept turning his head. "Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, make sure you hold on to that cushion today. Don't give it to anyone!"

"Give it to someone else? What do you mean, Fellow Daoist? Do you think I'll follow your example?" Hong Yun smiled kindly.

"It's not about following my example. I know two cultivators will come from the West today, crying and begging for a seat. If you give yours up, you'll fall into their trap!" Beichen warned. "It'll bring you trouble!"

Zhen Yuanzi listened nearby, unconvinced.

Sure enough, as soon as Beichen finished speaking, the Western Duo, Jieyin and Zhunti, came crying to the front row.

"We two Immortals of the West traveled countless miles to hear the lecture, only to find there are no seats for us!"

The pair wailed as they approached the six cushions, pretending to cry as if waiting for someone to give up a seat.

"Come over here, you two! There are two seats over here!"

Beichen called loudly to them.

Jieyin and Zhunti glanced at the seats beside Beichen, rolled their eyes at him, then covered their faces and continued to weep. "Our hearing isn't very good. If we don't sit in the front row, we won't be able to hear. The West is already so barren, and now that we've come to the Zixiao Palace, we can't even get good seats. Our lives are so miserable! Waaaah!"

"Unbelievable. Now they're pretending to be deaf, too!"

Zhen Yuanzi scoffed, full of contempt for the two.

"Fellow Daoists!" Hong Yun spoke up at once. "I have a seat here..."

"Wait, Fellow Daoist Hong Yun!" Beichen hurriedly stopped him. "I gave my seat to Fellow Daoist Nuwa because we have a connection. You have no ties to those two. Why give them your seat? Don't!"

"That's right, Fellow Daoist. I already knew Beichen, but you don't know those two. There's no need to give them your seat!"

Nuwa could tell that Jieyin and Zhunti were devious and treacherous. She didn't want Hong Yun to give up his seat.

"Waaaah, how miserable we two Immortals of the West are!"

The pair put on their act, standing in front of Hong Yun and Kunpeng and wailing at the top of their lungs.

"Don't cry, Fellow Daoist Jieyin. There's only one Hong Yun, but I'll give you my seat!"

With that, Hong Yun rose from the cushion.

Jieyin's tears vanished at once. In a flash, he took the seat, beaming with joy. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Hong Yun!"

"Waaaah! Senior Brother, I still don't have a seat! What are we going to do? What are we going to do?"

Zhunti continued to wail.