Hot Pot Diplomacy? The Three Pure Ones Watched and Cried with Envy!

The Purple Firmament Palace, the most solemn and majestic Saintly dojo in this world, had its atmosphere change drastically at this moment.

What should have been a high-level gathering for discussing the Dao and contemplating mysteries, where cultivation as well as prestige were put to the test, had been unceremoniously turned into a roadside food stall by that Innate Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Furnace rolling with red oil.

"Slurp..."

An extremely ungraceful slurping sound echoed.

Nuwa, at this moment, was nowhere near the dignified demeanor of a future Saint.

Her slender jade hands, originally only used for casting spells, were now skillfully holding jade chopsticks, bringing a Phoenix Wing Tip coated in red oil and exuding a rich aroma to her mouth.

Numbing, spicy, fresh, and fragrant.

The four extreme taste sensations exploded on her tongue in an instant, flowing down her throat and transforming into a rolling warmth that revitalized her limbs and bones, which had been depleted from listening to the Dao.

"It's so hot, but... it's really delicious!"

Nuwa, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead from the spiciness and her lips moist and red, fanned herself with her hand while unable to resist reaching out with her chopsticks again.

There was no help for it.

This was not just the satisfaction of gluttony, but also a solace for the soul.

Beside her stood Fuxi, his usually majestic face filled with conflict and helplessness.

He still held the yarrow stalk used for deducing heavenly secrets, but it was now awkwardly suspended in mid-air.

Want to pull his sister up?

He didn't dare.

Disturbing a foodie while they were eating had severe consequences.

Want to join?

He felt too embarrassed to do so, especially with so many eyes watching.

"Gulp."

Fuxi's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes uncontrollably drifting towards the pot.

Could this flavor really possess such great magic?

As it turned out, it truly did.

The power of this top-grade Innate spicy broth was a rule-level strike, enhanced by the System.

As the Innate Divine Fire within the Purple Gold Eight Trigrams Furnace continued to be stoked, that incredibly potent aroma began to spread exponentially.

It ignored the obstruction of the Law of Space, forcefully drilling into the nostrils of every great being present, stirring the most primal desires deep within their Primordial Spirits.

After all, these great beings of the Great Desolation had long since achieved Grain Avoidance. They normally either inhaled clouds and mist or gnawed on a few hard Spirit Fruit Immortal Pills.

Their mouths had long been bored to death.

Who had ever seen such a spectacle?

This was an attack that transcended dimensions.

Not far away.

Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi was originally sitting upright, holding the Earth Book, appearing like a sage who had attained the Dao.

But this aroma, like a hook, made his steady Dao heart waver.

He glanced around; everyone else was pretending to meditate, but in reality, their eyes were darting about.

"Cough."

Zhen Yuanzi coughed lightly, put away the Earth Book, tidied his robes, and stood up with a solemn expression.

He didn't directly say he wanted to eat. Instead, he walked with measured steps, unhurriedly, to Taiyuan's corner.

"Boundless Heavenly Dao."

Zhen Yuanzi cupped his hands in greeting. Although his eyes were fixed on the meat slices floating in the pot, his words were righteous:

"Fellow Daoist Taiyuan, I just saw you deducing worlds in your dream. The laws within were exceptionally profound, seeming to have commonalities with my Great Dao of Earth. Thus, I ventured to come and seek your guidance."

The excuse was impeccable and grand.

Taiyuan was using a slotted spoon to scoop out the just-cooked "North Sea Black Jade Flood Dragon Waist Slice." Upon hearing Zhen Yuanzi, he looked up.

A knowing smile played on his lips.

If you want to eat, just say so. Scholars are always so indirect.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, my apologies."

Taiyuan waved his hand casually, and a set of brand-new top-grade Innate Jade Bowl and Chopsticks appeared out of thin air on the table.

"Discussing the Great Dao, there's no rush. As the saying goes, there's nothing that a hot pot can't solve. If there is, then two pots."

"Come, sit down and eat while we chat. These waist slices are just cooked, the heat is perfect, and they are the most nourishing."

Zhen Yuanzi's face flushed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed, but his body was honest.

"Since it is a kind invitation from Fellow Daoist, then I shall... not refuse."

After speaking, he flicked his daoist robe, sat down with his legs crossed, and his chopsticks, like a tiger descending a mountain, precisely picked up a large piece of meat.

With Zhen Yuanzi as the leading brother.

The psychological defenses of the others instantly collapsed.

Especially Old Ancestor Hongyun.

This person was naturally carefree and known as a good old man. Seeing his friend Zhen Yuanzi sit down, how could he bear it any longer?

Just as he was about to get up, he found Taiyuan smiling and beckoning to him.

"Fellow Daoist in the red robe, are you Old Ancestor Hongyun?"

"I find you amiable, and we seem to hit it off. Come, come, I've saved a good seat for you."

Taiyuan's seemingly casual greeting actually held deep meaning.

Hongyun, this unlucky fellow, was destined for a dead end in the future. By pulling him into his circle now, he was giving him a protective charm.

And incidentally annoying that Kunpeng over there.

Hongyun was stunned, then overjoyed, and happily ran over.

"Fellow Daoist is straightforward! Then I won't be polite!"

For a time.

This sacred corner of the Purple Firmament Palace became lively.

Jieyin and Zhunti, these two brothers, had completely let loose.

Zhunti's usual bitter and resentful face was gone, replaced by a fawning smile. He held plates of sliced top-grade ingredients and shuttled between the big shots.

"Come, come, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, this is top-grade snowflake beef. My elder brother specifically instructed me just now."

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, have a full cup of this Enlightenment Tea, it'll help with the spice!"

Jieyin, on the other hand, was in charge of controlling the fire and adding soup, his movements fluid and natural, like a seasoned front-desk manager.

Where was there any trace of the impoverished demeanor of someone from the barren West?

These were clearly two smooth-talking socialites.

Seeing them eating and laughing heartily, with oil all over their mouths.

The small group of "elite individuals" sitting in the front row had their mental states completely collapse.

It wasn't just physical craving, but a psychological imbalance.

Why were they practicing the vow of silence and eating dry rations while these people were feasting?

As for the Three Pure Ones.

The Grand Pure One Laozi still had his eyes closed, but his nostrils, which were practically pointing to the sky, and his slightly trembling eyelids, betrayed his inner turmoil.

Fragrant.

So fragrant.

If he didn't have to maintain the prestige of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, he would have wanted to steal a piece with his divine sense to taste.

Sovereign of Heaven was restless.

He was naturally bold and disliked restraint. The casual and unrestrained atmosphere of this hot pot gathering was exactly to his taste.

This was simply his dream cultivation life!

"Elder Brother, Second Brother..."

Sovereign of Heaven swallowed, and just as he was about to stand up, a powerful hand firmly pressed down on his shoulder.

Primordial Heavenly Lord's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, veins bulging on his forehead.

He stared intently at the lively scene, as if watching a group of heretics who had rebelled against tradition.

In his eyes, every bite of meat, every laugh, was a trampling of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage's authority.

A blasphemy against this sacred hall!

"Sit down!"

Primordial Heavenly Lord let out a low growl, his voice suppressing the rage about to erupt.

"Tongtian, you are the master of a sect, the Pangu Orthodox Lineage! How can you associate with those who have fur and horns, and are born of wetness and eggs?"

"Such lack of etiquette, what kind of decorum is this!"

Tongtian was held down. Although he was unconvinced, he couldn't directly fall out with his second brother at this moment, so he could only sit there sullenly, his eyes fixed on the hot pot like hooks.

Seeing that he had suppressed Tongtian, Primordial Heavenly Lord's anger had not subsided.

He turned his gaze towards Taiyuan's direction, and without deliberately lowering his voice, he spoke coldly with a condescending arrogance:

"Hmph."

"Cultivators should have pure hearts and few desires, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"To indulge in gluttony like this, making this pure dojo a mess, is simply the lowest form of cultivation."

"Some people cultivate not the Great Dao, but the so-called Hungry Ghost Path, wouldn't you say?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The lively Hot Pot gathering instantly fell silent.

Zhen Yuanzi's hand paused as he reached for meat, Hong Yun's smile froze, and Nuwa awkwardly put down her chopsticks.

After all, Primordial Heavenly Lord represented the Three Pure Ones, and that banner carried significant weight in the Great Desolation.

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

All eyes turned to Taiyuan, wanting to see how this mysterious powerful being from the West would respond.

Would he retaliate fiercely? Or endure the insult?

Taiyuan didn't even lift his head.

He leisurely picked up a slice of ten-thousand-year Ganoderma lucidum from the pot, dipped it in the special sesame oil and garlic sauce, and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly with a look of ecstasy.

Just as everyone thought he had conceded.

He suddenly spoke, his tone lazy, with a hint of careless mockery:

"Fellow Daoist Primordial speaks the truth."

"This lower path is indeed unsuitable for great figures like yourself, who are so high and mighty."

Taiyuan put down his chopsticks, picked up his wine cup, and took a sip before lazily raising his eyelids, sweeping his gaze over Primordial:

"So, you should continue gnawing on your Grain Avoidance pills and cultivating your pure inaction."

"Absolutely do not come over. If you were to be tainted by even a wisp of worldly dust and damage your Dao heart, then my sin would be great indeed."

"Our humble abode is small; it cannot accommodate a great Buddha like you, nor can we afford to invite a true deity like you."

Not a single vulgar word was spoken.

Yet, the impact was explosive.

It directly placed Primordial Heavenly Lord on a pedestal of "unworldly detachment," from which he could not descend.

It also subtly mocked him for clinging to appearances and suffering for it.

You look down on us?

Sorry, we simply had no intention of including you.

"You..."

Primordial Heavenly Lord's chest heaved with anger, the finger pointing at Taiyuan trembling slightly, unable to utter a word for a long time.

This kind of disregard was more unbearable than being cursed directly to his face.

Just then.

A sudden change occurred.

The Sovereign of Heaven, who had been suppressed all along, saw Taiyuan's calm and composed retort to his second brother, and two sharp beams of light suddenly erupted in his eyes.

This temper!

This personality!

It was too damn fitting!

"Enough!"

The Sovereign of Heaven's shoulders shook, and an incomparably sharp Sword Intent burst forth, directly shaking off Primordial Heavenly Lord's hand that was pressing him down.

He stood up abruptly, ignoring Primordial's increasingly ashen face, waved his large sleeve, and laughed heartily:

"Second Brother, your Dao is rules, my Dao is freedom."

"Since this Violet Firmament Palace can lecture on the Dao, it can naturally also foster friendships."

"You all continue to be high and mighty, continue to adhere to the rules."

With that, the Sovereign of Heaven completely disregarded Primordial, who was practically going mad behind him, and strode towards the purple-gold eight trigrams furnace.

As he walked, he shouted towards Taiyuan:

"Fellow Daoist! Please set aside a pair of chopsticks for this humble monk!"

"I too wish to taste what this so-called 'lower path' is truly like!"

At this moment.

The entire Purple Heaven Palace was silent.

The Three Pure Ones, had they split up?

And it all started over a meal of Hot Pot?