News of Kong Qiu becoming a Saint quickly spread throughout the Taiji World. After all, everyone had entered the depths of this world in search of a Saint's position and the opportunity to become one.
Many practitioners with Great Divine Abilities came to pay their respects, and the remote little valley soon became the center of the Taiji World.
The most frustrated of all was Xuanjiao. He was nothing more than a servant, toiling away to arrange everyone's accommodations. The visitors all came from distinguished backgrounds, and each had an eccentric temperament, so he had to handle every one of them with care. Still, he also received some unexpected benefits.
What pleased Xuanjiao most was that Demon Master Kun Peng had bestowed some Xun Wind seeds on him, allowing his seventh head to finally condense a crystal of wind power.
There was also a fellow with a rather dim head whom Kun Peng had brought along. The two of them got on quite well, and the fellow had insisted they become sworn brothers. That was quite nice.
Just think: he was only a little Flood Dragon who had cultivated for ten thousand years. By chance, he had become a disciple of Teacher Hunyuan, and not only had his cultivation improved considerably, but his status had risen even more. The Golden Lion King, for instance, a fellow who had cultivated for who knew how many years, had even recognized him as his big brother. It had left him thrilled. And now there was another one, the son of the Demon Race's teacher, no less. Ha ha, what a windfall!
"Big Brother, what's got you laughing? Tell us, so we can enjoy it too," Peng Demon King said, coming over.
"Alas, can't you see how exhausted I am from all this? What's