Old Good Man Hongyun Ultimately Gave Up His Seat

"Ah? Fellow Daoist Mystic Turtle? Are you trying to deceive me?"

Nuwa's beautiful eyes widened, and a spiritual light flickered in her divine gaze, filled with disbelief.

"Heh heh, Fellow Daoist Nuwa, why would I deceive you!" Beichen jumped off the futon without hesitation, gesturing for Nuwa to take his seat. "I used my divine abilities to deduce this morning and knew you would be late, so I came early to save you a spot!"

Nuwa, given the seat by Beichen, stood beside Lingbao Moral Heavenly Venerate and repeatedly thanked him. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Mystic Turtle. Nuwa will surely remember your great kindness!"

As Nuwa spoke, her eyes swept over Dijun, Taiyi, and others. She seemed lost in thought, as if realizing something.

Beside them, Lingbao Moral Heavenly Venerate sighed when he saw Beichen giving up his seat for Nuwa. "Fellow Daoist Mystic Turtle, I didn't expect you to save a futon for my junior sister! I thank you on her behalf as well!"

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, you're too kind, no need for thanks!"

Sect Master Tongtian was polite to Beichen, and Beichen responded courteously. It was a give and take.

Unexpectedly, Primordial Lord of Heaven, standing nearby, said coldly, "Flatterer, you disgusting wretch! Is it because our master is the Dao Ancestor Saint that you're sucking up to my junior sister, hoping to gain some benefits from the Dao in the future!"

"You old bastard, you're spouting nonsense!" Beichen didn't hold back against such slander and immediately retorted, "I'll say this upfront, I don't care about your master's Dao at all. I'm here just for fun!"

"If you have the guts, don't listen when my master preaches later!"

"Fine, I won't listen. So what if I don't listen to the Dao of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal?"

Beichen had come to Purple Heaven Palace not to listen to Hongjun's preaching. He had already surpassed the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm and was at the half-step Quasi-Saint level. His purpose in coming was to befriend powerful beings, fulfill his karma, and prepare for his future contention with Hongjun!

"You!"

Seeing Beichen display his peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation, Primordial Lord of Heaven's old face flushed. He realized that the other party truly had no need to listen to the Dao of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal!

It was he, Primordial Lord of Heaven, who was currently in the late stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal, still some distance from the peak and perfection, and who needed to listen humbly.

"You scruffy Primordial, I'd flatter anyone but you! Are you angry?"

Beichen adopted a challenging posture.

Primordial Lord of Heaven snorted coldly and turned away, ignoring him.

"Fellow Daoist Mystic Turtle, thank you!"

Nuwa, unlike Primordial Lord of Heaven, genuinely thanked Beichen from the bottom of her heart.

"Fellow Daoist Mystic Turtle, I also thank you on behalf of my sister!"

Beside her, a handsome young man with shining eyes, heroic and extraordinary, also cupped his fists and bowed to Beichen.

"Oh, I know you. You are Nuwa's elder brother, the great god Fu Xi!" Beichen smiled.

"Great god is too much! Fellow Daoist Mystic Turtle's cultivation is even above mine!" Fu Xi said humbly.

Beichen's act of giving up his seat immediately drew everyone's attention. A Daoist wearing a purple-gold crown, a spirit crane robe, and light shoes, exuding a powerful and majestic aura, quickly cupped his fists. "Fellow Daoist Mystic Turtle, do you know what a great opportunity these six futons represent? Since you occupied one, why did you give it up?"

"And who might you be?" Beichen was taken aback.

"Oh, Fellow Daoist Mystic Turtle, he is my close friend, the great immortal Zhen Yuanzi!"

Old Ancestor Hongyun turned his head and proudly introduced him to Beichen.

Zhen Yuanzi bowed. "Indeed, I am Zhen Yuanzi."

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

"Fellow Daoist Mystic Turtle, as the overlord of the North Sea, you know of me?"

Zhen Yuanzi was surprised, feeling somewhat flattered.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi is a renowned powerful being in the Primordial World and even in later generations. How could I not know of you!"

"Cough, cough!" Zhen Yuanzi's heart fluttered with joy.

Then, Zhen Yuanzi lowered his voice. "Fellow Daoist, you took that futon, why did you get off it?"

"Haha!" Beichen burst out laughing and also lowered his voice. "Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, you also know that the six futons represent the six Saint Positions, right? The six futons are infused with the six strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi. Whoever sits on this futon during this sermon will become a Saint of the Primordial World in the future!"

"Cough, cough!" Zhen Yuanzi coughed dryly and then stomped his foot. "Since Fellow Daoist knows its importance, why did you still get down?"

"Haha! Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, you also arrived very early. Why didn't you take a futon, and instead watched Hongyun and Kunpeng take their seats?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they understood each other.

Zhen Yuanzi still revealed the heavenly secret. "Although the futon is a Saint Position, it has no fate with me! Whoever occupies this futon will also become the sixth disciple of the Dao Ancestor. I do not wish to be a disciple of Dao Ancestor Hongjun. It is better to cultivate my own path and be a lone cultivator!"

"Then, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi and I think alike!"

"Ah! Fellow cultivators, Fellow Daoist Mystic Turtle and Zhen Yuanzi are truly fellow cultivators!"

Zhen Yuanzi quickly shook hands with Beichen, feeling a sense of mutual appreciation.

At this moment, Beichen looked at Hongyun, who kept turning his head, and said, "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, you must hold onto this futon tightly today and absolutely do not give it to anyone else!"

"Give it to someone else? What do you mean, Fellow Daoist? Do you think I would imitate you?" Hongyun smiled kindly.

"It's not about imitation. I've learned that today, two cultivators from the West will arrive, weeping and begging for a futon. If you give it up, you'll fall into their trap!" Beichen advised. "It will bring disaster!"

Zhen Yuanzi, standing nearby, was half-believing.

As expected, as soon as the words fell, the Western Duo, Jieyin and Zhunti, arrived at the front row, weeping.

"We, the Two Immortals of the West, have traveled thousands of miles to listen to the sermon, but alas, there is no seat for us!"

The two wailed to the heavens and cried to the earth as they arrived before the six futons, feigning tears and seemingly waiting for someone to give up a futon.

"My friends, come over here to this humble Taoist. I have two seats here!"

Beichen shouted to the two.

Jieyin and Zhunti glanced at the seat next to Beichen, rolled their eyes at him, and then covered their faces to cry again: "Our ears aren't very good. If we don't stand in the front row, we can't hear clearly. Our West is already a barren land, and now that we've come to Zixiao Palace, we can't even get a good spot. We are so miserable! Wuwuwu!"

"Good heavens, they're pretending to be deaf now!"

Zhen Yuanzi scoffed, showing utter disdain for the two.

"My fellow Taoist friends!" Hong Yun immediately spoke up, "This humble Taoist here..."

"Hey! Fellow Taoist Hong Yun!" Beichen quickly stopped him, "I gave up my seat to Fellow Taoist Nuwa because we have some history. You have no relation to these two, so why give up your seat? Don't do it!"

"Yes, fellow Taoist, I know Fellow Taoist Beichen from before, and you don't know these two. There's no need to give up your seat!"

Nuwa also saw that Jieyin and Zhunti were insidious and cunning individuals, and she didn't want Hong Yun to give up his seat.

"Wuwuwu, the lives of us Two Immortals of the West are so bitter!"

The two put on a pathetic act, standing before Hong Yun and Kunpeng, and loudly weeping.

"Fellow Taoist, don't cry. Fellow Taoist Jieyin, there's only one Hong Yun, and I'll give it to you!"

With that, Hong Yun jumped off the futon.

Jieyin's tears instantly vanished. With a whoosh, he got onto the futon, a wide smile on his face: "Thank you, Fellow Taoist Hong Yun?"

"Wuwuwu! Senior Brother, I still don't have a seat! What should I do? What should I do?"

Zhunti continued to cry loudly.