Puff Dispute Arises, Beichen Shocks Purple Cloud Palace

"Oh, fellow Daoist Zhunti, don't cry, don't cry!"

Hongyun, kind-hearted and gentle, said, "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, I still have a spot next to me. Why don't you make do with it here? This second row of seats is also quite good!"

"I can't hear, I'm deaf, I can't hear!"

Zhunti cried even louder and glared at Hongyun.

Although Hongyun had given up his cushion to his senior brother, he received no gratitude!

Looking at Jieyin, who had taken the cushion seat, he was overjoyed, displaying the smugness of a petty man, and also seemed to not thank Hongyun at all.

At this moment, his gaze focused on Kunpeng next to him: "Esteemed Sir, you are fellow Daoist Kunpeng, aren't you?"

"I am Kunpeng, why do you call me?"

Kunpeng, with an air of arrogance, turned his head away, unwilling to deal with Jieyin.

"Wuwuwu, I won't sit in the cushion seat, I can't hear, my ears are deaf!"

Zhunti continued to wail, hoping to gain sympathy.

"Shut up, hold it in!"

Old Ancestor Kunpeng's head was buzzing from the noise, and he roared, shaking Zhunti back two steps.

"I see you're not deaf at all, cry somewhere else if you want to cry!"

Kunpeng was furious seeing Zhunti's demeanor and berated him.

"Wuwuwu, my life as Daoist Zhunti is so bitter. I traveled thousands of miles, yet I can't get a seat to listen to the Dao, and I'm even insulted. My life is so bitter!"

Zhunti's cries grew louder, causing a stir among the cultivators. Discordant sounds immediately arose in the Purple Heaven Palace.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng!" Hongyun, true to his nature, stepped forward again to play the peacemaker, unstoppable, making Beichen speechless. "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, fellow Daoist Zhunti has traveled from the West. We haven't even fulfilled our host duties, so could you please give him a seat!"

"Old Ancestor Hongyun, you can give up your seat, but I won't. You shut up!" Kunpeng retorted.

Seeing Kunpeng's temper, Hongyun didn't dare to say more, smacked his lips, and retreated.

"Hmph, you beast with fur and horns, still not giving up your seat, when will you yield?" Primordial Lord of Heaven suddenly stared at Kunpeng and cursed, "Kunpeng demon, if you don't yield your seat, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Why should I yield my seat? Daoist Yuanshi, do you really believe this Zhunti is deaf? He just wants to snatch a front-row seat to listen to the Dao more carefully!" Kunpeng angrily said, "The second row is also a good seat, but he refuses to take it, he deserves it."

"Kunpeng, you must yield your seat today!"

"Give me a reason? Why?"

"Heh heh!" Primordial Lord of Heaven cursed again, "Just because you are a beast with fur and horns, a creature born of moisture and eggs! Let me tell you, before the sermon, Master told me that dharma is not passed to six ears, and the Dao is not passed to unworthy beings. If you dare to occupy a front-row cushion seat, Master will surely tear you to pieces and expel you from the Purple Heaven Palace!"

"I advise you to get out quickly, and you might save your life?"

"Only targeting me, Kunpeng? Are there no unworthy beings here?" Kunpeng argued logically.

But then he was cursed at again by the Primordial Lord of Heaven, making Kunpeng's lungs want to explode. He abandoned the cushion and stormed out of the Purple Heaven Palace: "I'm not listening to this Dao anymore!"

As he left, Kunpeng's gaze fell on Hongyun, almost murderous: "Old Ancestor Hongyun, Kunpeng's downfall is all because you wanted to be a good person! It's inconvenient to fight in the Purple Heaven Palace, but I'll settle the score with your life later!"

With that, Kunpeng transformed into a streak of green light and fled the Purple Heaven Palace.

Hongyun felt uneasy: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng has become my mortal enemy!"

At this moment, he looked at Beichen beside him, who had a look of helplessness, as if he hadn't listened to his advice. Hongyun regretted it: "Fellow Daoist Mystic Turtle, I was foolish, I regret not listening to you!"

Beichen shook his head slightly: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, this matter cannot be blamed entirely on you! You are inherently kind, making you easily deceived by villains, yet you've landed yourself in trouble! You must be extremely careful of Old Ancestor Kunpeng after leaving the Purple Cloud Palace!"

"That's right!"

Meanwhile, Zhunti happily took his cushion seat. Both of the two immortals from the West were smug and displayed a petty attitude, showing no gratitude to Hongyun at all.

Seeing this, Hongyun regretted it even more.

He finally understood that he really shouldn't have given up his seat!

However, being kind-hearted, he didn't dwell on the matter too much.

With the six cushion seats decided, another Daoist arrived late and took the last seat next to Hongyun: "Heh heh, I, Old Ancestor Minghe, have finally made it! Let's hear what Old Ancestor Hongjun has to say!"

Beichen merely observed Hongyun, thinking to himself: "Kindness is Hongyun's inherent nature. Should kind people suffer misfortune? Should good people not live long?"

"This is also an unreasonable principle under the Heavenly Dao, truly not justice!"

"I will protect Hongyun's life!"

Beichen, the divine turtle, glanced at Kunpeng waiting outside the door.

"Kunpeng lost his chance to become a Saint because of this. If I give him a chance to become a Saint, perhaps these two can resolve their enmity! It would also be useful for strengthening the Demon Court in the future and benefiting my disciples!"

However, this was something that would happen three thousand years after Hongjun's sermon ended.

Beichen put the matter aside for now.

A moment later, celestial music filled the air, and the sound of the Dao resonated. In the Purple Heaven Palace, golden lotuses bloomed from the ground, the principles of the Dao became clear, countless Dao rhymes floated in the air, and the scent of incense filled the surroundings, refreshing the mind and spirit.

As this phenomenon occurred, a figure radiating white light, with a halo above his head, and embodying the Heavenly Dao appeared.

The might of a Saint instantly suppressed the Purple Firmament Palace, turning it into his domain.

Old Ancestor Hongjun's gaze was divine. He swept his eyes across the hundreds of thousands of beings in the Purple Cloud Palace, looking at those "unworthy" existences who had all reached the mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal or above, but he said nothing more.

His "the Dao is not taught to the unworthy" targeted ordinary demons and monsters; those "unworthy" born from powerful origins at the beginning of the Primordial Era were not included.

"Hm? The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Tribes, someone from them has come to listen to the Dao?"

Old Ancestor Hongjun's gaze fell upon Ling Cair and the other two, his heart filled with doubt.

However, he quickly calmed down: "Although there are some variables, they are still within controllable limits!"

"Hm? There are also two carrying offspring?" Hongjun's expression drastically changed. "Could it be they intend to give birth to their children in my Zixiao Palace?"

"Preposterous! What kind of decorum is this? What kind of decorum is this?"

Hongjun immediately felt that Xihe and Changxi were two uncontrollable factors affecting his sermon. He pondered whether to drive them out.

"No, if I drive them out of the Purple Heaven Palace just because they are pregnant, am I still the Dao Ancestor? There is absolutely no reason! Forget it!"

Hongjun could only sigh and drop the matter.

But he felt extremely uneasy in his heart because he had already deduced that the offspring Xihe and Changxi carried were due to be born within three thousand years, and they would inevitably be born in the Purple Heaven Palace.

"Ahem!" Hongjun said, "Today, I will begin lecturing on the Dao of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal. The Dharma is not taught to the unworthy, and the Dao is not taught to the unworthy. The sermon will last for three thousand years, and no one may retreat midway. If anyone cannot listen for three thousand years, please leave now!"

Seeing that no one left, the gates of the Purple Firmament Palace closed on their own. Only the sound of immortal music permeated the air, and laws fluctuated, sealing the Purple Firmament Palace. No content from the sermon could be transmitted outside.

"Wuwuwu!"

Six Ears, outside the palace, had clearly heard "the Dharma is not taught to the unworthy." Now that the Purple Heaven Palace was closed, blocking his senses, a wave of disappointment washed over him.

"Alright, let us begin now, lecturing on the Dao of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal!"

BOOM!

As soon as Old Ancestor Hongjun finished speaking, he heard a tremendous shockwave sound. A surge of Quasi-Saint energy erupted from nowhere, shooting straight towards the roof of the Purple Heaven Palace.

"Someone has advanced to Quasi-Saint!"

"What powerful Quasi-Saint energy!"

"Who is that person? How audacious! The Dao Ancestor was just about to lecture on the Dao of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal, and he advances to Quasi-Saint. Isn't that slapping the Dao Ancestor in the face?"

"He... he seems to be the overlord of the North Sea, Beichen of the Mystic Turtle!"

"Ah? Fellow Daoist Mystic Turtle is about to enter the Quasi-Saint realm!" Nuwa exclaimed in surprise.

At this moment, the entire Purple Heaven Palace was shocked by this event, interrupting Hongjun's sermon.

Old Ancestor Hongjun looked at Beichen, his gaze almost murderous