Fighting to the Death? That's for Suckers, I Have a VIP Seat!

"Rumble rumble—"

It was like the first thunderclap when Chaos Beginning first opened.

The ancient, unadorned door of the Purple Cloud Palace, which had been shut for who knows how many years, slowly swung open to the sides with a dull, heavy grinding sound.

A vast, profound, and profound Great Dao aura, like a flood breaking through a dam, poured out from the gap in the door.

Immediately after.

A voice, utterly indifferent, which seemed to ring from the bottom of everyone's heart regardless of age or gender, spread throughout the entire square.

"Enter."

Words Follow Law.

As this single word fell, the previously relatively quiet square instantly exploded.

It felt like throwing a piece of fresh, bloody fat meat into a pack of wolves that had been starving for three days and three nights.

What about the demeanor of the mighty?

What about the composure of a high-level cultivator?

In the face of the opportunity to become a Saint, all of it was thrown to the nine heavens.

"Charge!"

"The Dao Ancestor is preaching, the opportunity is right before us, who dares to stop me!"

Someone roared first.

In an instant, the square was filled with colorful light and surging spiritual energy.

The Immortals who had been maintaining order and exchanging pleasantries were now all red-eyed, their auras erupting to their limits, wishing they had eight more legs.

The Three Pure Ones moved.

Laozi took the lead, with the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda above his head, showering down myriad strands of Mysterious Yellow Qi to protect himself. The Taiji Diagram transformed into a golden bridge, directly spanning the void.

Primordial Heavenly Lord held the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, repelling anyone who dared to approach.

Sovereign of Heaven transformed into a sword light, sharp and unparalleled, tearing through space and charging straight for the door.

They were born from Pangu's primordial spirit, with deep roots. Now, with their full power unleashed, they instantly occupied the first echelon.

Closely following were the siblings Nuwa and Fuxi, their bodies like swimming dragons, weaving and moving forward.

And then there was Old Ancestor Hongyun. This good old man was now exerting all his strength, controlling that Innate Fire Cloud, his speed not slow at all. He darted through the crowd, looking like he was risking his life.

Even the brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi, no longer caring if they were hungry, transformed into two golden rainbows, carrying rolling heatwaves, and forcefully burned a path through the crowded throng.

The entire square descended into chaos.

"Elder Brother! The door is open! Hurry, hurry!"

Seeing this, Zhunti jumped up from his Cold Jade Chair, no longer caring about the Kirin Jerky in his hand. He tossed it aside, grabbed Jieyin's sleeve, and was about to charge in with the crowd.

His small eyes, usually full of wisdom, were now filled with anxiety.

Those in front had already rushed in. If they were even a step late, let alone eat meat, they probably wouldn't even get a sip of hot soup.

The West was barren. If they missed this opportunity, how could they compete with those rich fellows in the East in the future?

Although Jieyin didn't speak, the Prayer Beads in his hand stopped spinning, and Golden Lotuses appeared beneath his feet, clearly showing his desire to compete for sainthood.

Just as the two were preparing to use their Escape Techniques and take flight, a warm and powerful hand, one on each of their shoulders, steadily pressed down.

The force was so great, like a Primordial Divine Mountain pressing down, that it forcefully pushed their about-to-take-flight figures back into their seats.

"What's the hurry?"

Taiyuan remained seated on the Cold Jade Chair, even slowly savoring the last sip of Jade Nectar in his cup with a sigh of satisfaction.

"Look at the people in front."

Taiyuan raised his eyelids and pointed to the entrance of the palace, which was squeezed like a can of sardines.

"This doesn't look like virtuous Immortals coming to listen to the Dao. If you didn't know better, you'd think they were refugees from a famine year in the mortal world, fighting tooth and nail for a bite of moldy steamed bun."

"Who are we?"

"We are the Lord of Western Enlightenment, scholars. We must have cultivation, we must have grace."

"Running out there sweating, with disheveled clothes, to meet a Saint is disrespectful to the Dao Ancestor."

These words, if spoken now, would definitely be criticized as Versailles.

But at this moment, amidst the chaotic scene, they exuded a composure of being sober while everyone else was drunk.

Zhunti was stunned. He looked at the several Grand Luo Golden Immortals in front, who, in their struggle for passage, had their shoes squeezed off, their hair disheveled, and were in a sorry state. It was indeed... undignified.

"But Elder Brother, that opportunity..." Jieyin was still hesitant.

"What's yours will be yours, and what's not yours can't be snatched."

Taiyuan stood up, surprisingly still not in a hurry.

He first slowly took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped away the wine stains spilled on the Cold Jade tabletop.

Then, he meticulously put away the priceless Ten Thousand Year Cold Jade table and chairs, storing them back into the Sumeru Space.

Finally, he even straightened the slightly askew collar of Zhunti's robes and brushed the dust off Jieyin's Daoist robe.

"Alright, let's go."

After he finished, the main group had already squeezed inside.

Taiyuan walked with his hands behind his back, taking long, unhurried strides, as if strolling through his own backyard. He led his two younger brothers slowly toward the grand entrance of the Purple Cloud Palace.

As they reached the doorway.

He happened to see a mighty rogue cultivator, who had been pushed by someone in front of him—he didn't know who had dealt the dirty blow—now lying on the threshold like a rolling gourd, groaning in pain.

The people around were all busy rushing inside, and no one had the time to pay attention to him. Some even tried to step over him.

Taiyuan stopped.

Instead of stepping over, he bent down and kindly helped the rogue cultivator up.

"Fellow Daoist, the ground is uneven, walk slowly."

"If you injure yourself and can no longer listen to the Dao, that would truly be a loss."

The mighty rogue cultivator had initially thought he would be crushed into a paste, but unexpectedly, someone lifted him up.

When he looked up, he saw it was that wealthy patron from the West who had been showing off in the plaza earlier. He was immediately overcome with gratitude, bowing repeatedly: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist! Thank you, Fellow Daoist!"

After speaking, he then scurried inside in a flash.

Taiyuan watched the rogue cultivator's retreating back, shook his head, and a meaningful smile played on his lips.

Nowadays, being a good person is quite simple; it's mainly because others make such a good contrast.

Just as the three of them were about to cross the threshold.

A sharp whistling sound suddenly came from behind, accompanied by an icy, bone-chilling wind.

A somewhat disheveled figure swept past at extreme speed, almost skimming the ground.

The newcomer's face was pale, with dried bloodstains still on his lips. His once neat Demon Master's robe was now torn with several large holes, and he coughed up blood as he flew.

It was Kunpeng, who had been sent flying hundreds of millions of miles by Taiyuan's Nine Dragon Chariot earlier.

He had risked his severe injuries, burning his Origin Blood Essence, to barely make it back before the gate closed.

Seeing Taiyuan and his two companions slowly blocking the entrance, the malevolence in Kunpeng's eyes was almost overflowing.

It was these three scoundrels!

They had not only caused him severe injuries but also almost made him miss the opening time!

Now, seeing their unhurried demeanor, his anger flared up even more.

"Barbarians from the West, truly ignorant of the Heavenly Dao!"

As Kunpeng passed by the three of them, he deliberately slowed down for a moment, sneering chillingly, "With opportunities before you, you crawl like turtles! If you don't want to listen to the Dao, why don't you crawl back to the West and eat dirt!"

After speaking, he didn't dare to linger, fearing that terrifying chariot would crash into him again. His figure flickered, transforming into an afterimage as he rushed into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace.

"This feathered bird is calling us turtles?" Zhunti was furious, reaching for his Blessing Divine Pestle to throw it.

"Whoa, Third Brother, why bother with someone who is dying... oh no, someone unlucky."

Taiyuan once again held Zhunti back. Looking at Kunpeng's hurried retreat, a flicker of pity flashed in his eyes.

Go on, fight for it.

Go ahead and fight for it.

You think what's laid out inside are Cushions for Becoming a Saint?

Those six front seats are clearly six grand traps meticulously designed by Old Ancestor Hongjun!

Especially the seat Hongyun will give up, that's a trap within a trap.

It's easy to sit in it, but the Karma from it, even after Becoming a Saint, will require you to work for the Heavenly Dao for a lifetime to repay.

Not to mention signing that "indentured servitude" Heavenly Dao Grand Vow.

Since I, Taiyuan, have transmigrated here, bringing the System and my farming endeavors, and haven't enjoyed this leisurely life enough, how could I possibly become Hongjun's slave for mere fame?

You all go fight for the labor contract.

I'll just move a small stool to the back and watch the show.

"Elder Brother, I feel like he insulted us quite harshly," Jieyin said somewhat aggrievedly.

Taiyuan patted Jieyin's shoulder and said earnestly, "Second Brother, you must remember, sometimes running fast isn't necessarily a good thing. Perhaps you're just rushing to jump into a trap."

After speaking, he finally stopped lingering.

He took a step forward, crossing the threshold of the Purple Cloud Palace, which symbolized the separation between immortals and mortals.

The moment his foot landed.

The beautiful mechanical voice in his mind rang out like heavenly music.

[Ding! Detected that the host maintained absolute composure and elegance while everyone was frantically scrambling, not following the crowd to participate in the initial sprint for the cushions.]

[This "everyone is drunk, I alone am sober" mentality deeply embodies the essence of the steady farming genre.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining specific rewards:]

[1. One-time use - Karma Obscuring Talisman (God-tier).]

[Note: This talisman is extremely overbearing. After use, it can completely obscure the karma detection and perception of Saints and even the Heavenly Dao within one hour. Even if the host refuses an opportunity right in front of Hongjun, they will not be noted down, nor will they be entangled with any karma threads they do not desire.]

[2. Chaos Spirit Jade Carefree Chair x3.]

[Note: How can listening to the Dao, such a dry and boring matter, be done without a comfortable chair? This chair is crafted with a Chaos Primordial Stone core, comes with a full-range massage function, and can be adjusted to the "Ge You Slouch" mode. Sitting on it not only prevents back and leg pain but also automatically absorbs the Dao charm within the Purple Cloud Palace, achieving true laid-back immortal cultivation.]

Hearing these two rewards, Taiyuan almost burst out laughing.

System, oh System, you are truly my soulmate.

With this obscuring talisman, no matter what kind of trouble arises later, I can retreat unscathed.

As for this carefree chair...

Taiyuan glanced at the crowd in the Purple Cloud Palace who were already fighting over the six cushions, feeling a surge of secret delight.

You guys fight for those hard straw mats.

Laozi has his own genuine leather sofa!