Pointing at the Mulberry and Cursing the Huai

The Two People's craving for supreme treasures deep in their souls had almost taken tangible form.

This was a High-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure!

Such a treasure was a first-rate marvel of creation even across the entire Primordial Wilderness, something encountered perhaps once in hundreds of millions of years.

Among the several thousand Great Powers present, no more than one or two in ten possessed a Spirit Treasure of such a grade.

More cultivators, even after passing through endless Yuanhuis, might not obtain a single one!

As though unaware of the scorching gazes fixed upon him, Haotian remained perfectly composed and casually brought out the "final" "tea set."

Nine jade cups flew forth at his command, suspended in the air before the gathered crowd.

Three shone with gentle white light, containing the vigor of Heaven.

Three gleamed with dense black light, concealing the weight of Earth.

Three glittered with brilliant golden light, displaying the spiritual wisdom of humanity.

As all nine cups appeared together, their auras linked faintly, forming a stable and profound Three Talents Formation, their Dao rhythms resonating as one.

They were precisely the rather rare set of Mid-grade Innate Spirit Treasures—the Three Talents Jade Cups!

At Haotian's mental command, the Pure Glazed Bottle tilted once more, and amber tea liquor poured evenly into the nine jade cups.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, wondrous phenomena unfolded!

Above the white cups, phantoms of the Sun, Moon, Stars drifted and turned.

Beneath the black cups, patterns of mountains, rivers, and Earth Veins rose and sank.

Within the golden cups, all living beings flourished, while the image of civilization's sacred flame flickered in and out.

Though the phenomena surrounding the nine cups were subtle, they answered one another, their Dao rhythms intertwined.

The laws of Heaven and Earth within a hundred li became clearer and more harmonious.

Tea fragrance and Dao rhythm entwined, making one drunk before even taking a sip, leaving the spiritual platform utterly lucid.

The entire Yan Dao Palace sank into a brief yet peculiar silence.

Nearly everyone's gaze, no matter where it had rested before, was now irresistibly drawn toward Haotian.

Toward the nine cups of tea that appeared ordinary, yet were in truth world-shaking.

A barely perceptible ripple passed through Grand Supreme Elder Lord's indifferent eyes.

Primordial Lord of Heaven lightly raised his brows, as though passing judgment.

Tongtian Sect Master simply grinned, revealing a smile of keen interest.

Di Jun's gaze was profound, his expression thoughtful.

The fingers of Eastern Emperor Taiyi's hand around the Chaos Bell tightened slightly.

The Twelve-Petaled Karmic Fire Red Lotus beneath Styx slowly revolved, and a flash of Blood Light vanished from his eyes.

Even Kunpeng, seated in the corner with a gloomy aura, could not resist casting a sidelong glance, the corner of his mouth twitching faintly.

In terms of wealth and foundations, these top-tier Innate Divine Beings were naturally incomparably well-endowed.

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi commanded the River Diagram and Luo Script, and the Chaos Bell.

Styx possessed the twin swords Yuantu and Abi, while standing upon the Twelve-Petaled Karmic Fire Red Lotus.

Grand Supreme Elder Lord had the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, the foremost postnatal defensive merit treasure, protecting his body...

Each had something to rely upon, allowing them to look down upon the Primordial Wilderness with pride.

Yet they truly could not manage a "use" like Haotian's—indeed, they had never even considered it!

It was only a cup of tea.

The tea leaves came from a High-Grade Innate Spiritual Root.

The pot used to brew it was a Mid-grade Innate Spirit Treasure with many wondrous functions.

The vessel holding the tea was an even more precious High-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure.

And the cups used to drink it were a set of Mid-grade Innate Spirit Treasures whose auras were linked, producing phenomena on their own!

For nothing more than this fleeting indulgence of the palate and a flourish for casual conversation, he had used four Innate Spiritual Objects in succession!

Among them was even a High-Grade Spirit Treasure!

Such extravagance could no longer be described by the word "particular." It was simply "lavish excess," utterly overturning the many Great Powers' understanding of the "uses of Spirit Treasures."

One had to know that even when many Great Powers obtained Spirit Treasures, they would generally keep them deeply hidden and nurture them. They would not use them lightly unless facing a life-and-death crisis or contending for the Great Dao.

Who had ever seen Spirit Treasures used so "routinely"?

Zhunti and Jieyin were already staring blankly.

Their gazes drifted back and forth between the various gleaming spiritual objects and the fragrant Spirit Tea.

Their hearts were a tangled mass of envy, bitterness, shock, and even a trace of dazed bewilderment.

The West was barren—when had they ever seen such a spectacle?

Before their eyes, radiant light flowed and Dao rhythms swirled, even more dazzling and entrancing than the golden light of the Great Dao.

The expressions of the other Great Powers were equally varied and complex.

Some shook their heads and sighed in secret; some could scarcely contain their envy; some seemed lost in thought; others were dismissive, feeling that he was being far too ostentatious.

Yet no matter what, Haotian's seemingly casual but deeply meaningful display had been seared into the heart of every Great Power present.

Never again would they dare look down on Haotian and Yaochi merely because their cultivation was still shallow and they had begun as boys.

Only Yaochi, knowing full well that these spirit treasures had all been bestowed by Hongjun, was not surprised.

Seeing the Great Powers shaken into all manner of expressions by Haotian's calm display, she secretly found it amusing.

She could only force herself to maintain her cool jade-like countenance, though her lovely eyes could not help drifting quietly over the crowd, taking in their reactions. She found the sight even more interesting than listening to the Great Dao.

"Please wait a moment, Dao Brothers." Haotian spoke softly. With a stir of his thoughts, three white cups and two golden cups rose in response, suspended in the air.

Under the slightly puzzled gazes of the crowd, Haotian rose and slowly walked toward where the Three Pure Ones sat.

He stopped before the Three Pure Ones, cupped his hands, and said, "Three Dao Brothers, regarding the matter inside the hall earlier, it was thanks to the three of you upholding fairness and justice that the Daoists of the West were spared an undeserved grievance."

"This Daoist deeply admires such benevolence and righteousness."

"With this tea, This Daoist offers thanks for the noble integrity of the three Dao Brothers." With that, the three white cups drifted before the Three Pure Ones.

Though Haotian did not explicitly state the matter, all the Great Powers inside the hall knew perfectly well that he was referring to the earlier act of forcing Kunpeng to yield his seat.

And the reason he deliberately brought it up now was self-evident.

Before the gates of Purple Firmament Palace, Kunpeng and East Prince had once joined forces to threaten him.

Though Hongyun had mediated and Haotian had agreed not to pursue the matter further, the rift had never been erased.

Now, by borrowing the hands of the Three Pure Ones to deliver a warning, he both observed proper courtesy and eased his own feelings. The Great Powers all understood the hidden edge behind it.

The Three Pure Ones each reacted differently to Haotian's offer of tea.

Grand Supreme Elder Lord remained as placid as an ancient well and accepted it calmly.

A trace of displeasure flashed through Primordial Lord of Heaven's eyes. He felt Haotian was trying to borrow a knife to kill, yet with the Saint above them, he did not dare make a scene.

Tongtian Sect Master, meanwhile, found the move quite to his liking and secretly praised Haotian for his cleverness.

Yet regardless of what they thought, none of the Three Pure Ones refused. They all returned the salute together. "You are too courteous, Daoist." Then they accepted the jade cups.

The reason was simple. Hongjun was still seated upon the violet jade High Platform. If they failed to give face to his disciples now, it would be no different from slapping the Saint's face in public.

In a corner, Kunpeng sat alone in withered silence, having discussed no Dao with anyone. Seeing the Three Pure Ones accept the cups, the flames of hatred blazed in his heart. Yet he could only lower his head tightly, concealing all his resentment and venom in his eyes, not daring to let even a trace leak out.

On the other side, East Prince, who had been chatting and laughing with West Queen Mother and several immortals, also turned cold-faced, his smile freezing on his face.

The humiliation at the palace gates was still fresh in his memory.

And the target of the two men's hatred was remarkably the same: the "meddlesome" Hongyun.

As for Haotian and the Three Pure Ones, they knew they could not afford to provoke them for the time being.

Seeing the Three Pure Ones accept the tea cups, Haotian turned and walked toward Nuwa and Daoist Fuxi.

He pushed the two golden cups before them. "Daoist Fuxi, you distinguish right from wrong and spoke up for justice. This Daoist greatly admires you as well."