Primordial Wilderness: I Am Hong Yun, Starting With a Saint Position to Exchange for a Wife Section 6

Since that was the case, why put on this pose?

Hong Yun found it hard to imagine anyone else being foolish enough to believe these two's act.

Mm, the one he was looking down on was himself.

At this point, Hong Yun no longer needed to listen to Jieyin and Zhun Ti buzzing like flies.

Instead, Hong Yun had plenty of leisure to keep mocking them in his heart.

"Shouldn't a Bodhi Tree that took form be a Tree Spirit? Why are they acting like such drama queens?"

Jieyin and Zhun Ti cried for a while. Kun Peng kept a dark face and stubbornly refused to move, while Hou Tu turned to look at the two, frowning with an impatient expression.

The two exchanged a glance and continued their tearful pleas.

Yet within those cries now lurked an attack aimed at the soul.

Like waves of demonic sound, they targeted Kun Peng and Hou Tu alone!

Kun Peng and Hou Tu both let out muffled groans.

Their bodies swayed!

Kun Peng, however, failed to steady himself. His body tipped sideways, and he fell from the Prayer Mat.

The instant the Prayer Mat was exposed, Jieyin plopped down onto it.

He took Kun Peng's spot.

Then he turned and nodded at Kun Peng, saying with a soft smile:

"Many thanks, fellow Daoist, for taking pity on my brother and me and yielding your seat to us!"

Kun Peng was so furious he nearly vomited blood.

Delight flashed through Zhun Ti's eyes as he prepared to intensify his efforts.

But a slender jade hand supported Hou Tu's back. It was Xuanming!

With a swish, a whole row of figures rose to their feet in unison!

Ten Stalwart Men glared furiously at Zhun Ti.

"Hmph!"

Dijiang's cold snort shattered Jieyin and Zhun Ti's soul attack.

Just as they were about to step forward and settle the score with the pair, Hou Tu's voice sounded in their ears:

"This is a Saint's dojo. It is not a place for fighting. We shall put this matter on the record for now!"

The Ancestral Shamans all wore dark expressions, their brows tightly furrowed.

"Where did you two wild Daoists come from, daring to secretly lay hands on our Little Sister?"

"No seat? Can't you sit on the floor? Everyone else can, so why can't you?"

"If you want to listen to the Dao, sit down properly. If not, get lost!"

Dijiang's furious roar instantly alarmed everyone in Purple Cloud Palace, and all eyes turned toward Jieyin and Zhun Ti.

After being scolded so mercilessly by Dijiang, with everyone's bright eyes fixed upon them—

The two were immediately both angered and enraged!

Their faces flushed red.

Being berated by Dijiang like this before so many people, they could not even vent their anger!

They had been in the wrong from the start.

Besides, even if they truly flew into a rage out of humiliation and attacked, could the two of them defeat these twelve Ancestral Shamans?

For a moment, Jieyin wore a sorrowful expression and closed his eyes to compose himself.

Zhun Ti stood there awkwardly, unable to stop himself from frowning at the Ancestral Shamans!

At that moment, Zhurong bellowed:

"What are you staring at?"

"You still not convinced?"

"My Little Sister said this is a Saint's dojo, so it's not suitable for a full-blown fight! Then let's go outside and have a little spar!"

Zhun Ti felt a mouthful of old blood surge up his throat.

Who wanted to go outside and spar with you?

Listening to the Saint's teachings was the important matter!

This was Hongjun's first time preaching the Dao. In the past, the beings of the Primordial World had cultivated either by relying on their innate command over the laws—

—or on cultivation methods they had been born with, crudely feeling their way along the path of cultivation.

But Hongjun had transmitted his voice throughout the entire Primordial World, becoming its first Saint, and was even going to preach the Dao to those fated to hear it!

Was listening to a Saint's teachings and clarifying the road ahead not far better than showing off one's ferocity and fighting others for a moment?

Not to mention that he might not be able to beat them—even if he could, he would not go!

Yet Zhun Ti and the Ancestral Shamans stood facing one another.

The atmosphere instantly turned grave!

The others all watched the two groups, poised to clash at any moment. Some even looked on with keen interest.

Seeing Zhurong speak like this again, Hou Tu called out from her seat:

"Brother..."

Zhurong looked at Hou Tu and gave an embarrassed laugh, but then he turned his gaze back to Zhun Ti and glared at him fiercely!

Only Kun Peng, having been knocked from his seat, was ignored by everyone around him.

No one had even noticed him!

Kun Peng felt even more stifled.

I'm the one who truly suffered a loss!

Jieyin and Zhun Ti had secretly used underhanded means to seize his seat.

Though Kun Peng did not know what this seat signified, he vaguely sensed that he had lost something immensely important.

Yet when they encountered Hou Tu, the two of them had been directly forced back!

After all that, he, Kun Peng, was the only one who had suffered a loss.

Kun Peng immediately wanted to rise up and settle the score properly with Jieyin and Zhun Ti.

Just as he was about to make a move, he caught a trace of coldness in their eyes.

His heart could not help but skip a beat!

I am inferior in skill now, and I stand alone. How could I possibly take back the seat?

At this moment, Kun Peng somewhat understood his own predicament.

But having just been schemed against by those two from the West, would he not lose even more face if he said nothing?

But if he said nothing, would he not become a laughingstock before everyone?

Kun Peng was caught in a dilemma.

Just then.

Hong Yun smilingly tossed out two cushions, which landed respectively at Zhun Ti's and Kun Peng's feet.

"Ah, fellow Daoists, why must it come to this?"

"I have two seats here. Sit down for now. When the Saint expounds the Dao, he will surely treat everyone equally. It is not as though those in the back will hear less than those in front!"

Zhun Ti lowered his head and looked at the Jadeite Cushion before him.

It was merely made of ordinary spirit jade. How could it compare to the first six cushions, which brimmed with Dao resonance?

Inwardly, he cursed Hong Yun for meddling where he was not wanted.

But the cushion beneath his feet was at least a step down for him to take, so he had no choice but to go along with it and sit down!

At the same time, he shot Hong Yun a glance.

Then gave a cold snort!

Kun Peng, on the other hand, nodded at Hong Yun and reluctantly tugged the corners of his mouth into a faint smile.

Then he snorted coldly at the figures of Jieyin and Zhun Ti.

The situation is stronger than the man. I'll endure it!

The Three Pure Ones, Nu Wa, and the others merely watched the matter here with cold eyes.

Yuan Shi had wanted to say something, but Taiqing Laozi silently stopped him.

At most, Kun Peng had merely lost his seat.