The Wu Clan Manipulates the Saint Positions! (Please Give Flowers and Monthly Tickets)

"Hong Yun!"

No wonder Kunpeng was so furious. He had once possessed a Cushion of his own, but in the end, because of Hong Yun's persuasion, the Gods had turned their eyes on him. He had been left with no choice but to give it up to Zhunti and Jieyin.

If he hadn't known how important the Cushions were, it might have been all right. But now that he did, he didn't even have time to hate Zhunti and Jieyin—he hated Hong Yun with all his heart.

The deepest pain came from having something, then losing it!

Meanwhile, at Five Villages Temple, Hong Yun was also taken aback. He gave a wry smile.

"I never imagined that Cushion was the Saint Position. It seems I was never fated to become a Saint!"

Compared to Kunpeng, who cared deeply about it, Hong Yun—the old soft-hearted man—took things rather better and didn't get too worked up.

However, though he himself didn't care much, Zhen Yuanzi immediately saw the crux of the matter. His expression turned grave.

"It's good that you don't care about that Cushion, my friend. That way, you won't fall into this scheme!"

"But I fear there will always be someone who does care. Don't forget, my friend: when you gave up your Cushion back then, you didn't just give up your own—you gave up Kunpeng's as well. If Kunpeng holds it against you, you'll surely be caught up in the Calamity of Killing!"

"The Calamity of Killing!" Hong Yun felt his scalp prickle, his heart pounding with unease.

"Is it really that serious?"

"This is only speculation for now. The Dao Ancestor never stated it outright!"

P.S. Hong Yun really is that sort of person. He met the same fate after obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi back then.

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Chapter 24: The Wu Clan Manipulates the Saint Positions! (Please Give Flowers and Monthly Tickets)

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Hong Yun, who still seemed to be clinging to a sliver of hope, and shook his head with a sigh.

"You must understand, that's the Saint Position. Even the slightest chance of obtaining it brings enormous Karma. Besides, you and I both know that the various speculations in that message are highly plausible. Many fellow Daoists must have suspected as much before, but they simply never dared to say it!"

"The Saint Position—you and I can still barely suppress our excitement. But what about everyone else? Kunpeng certainly isn't the forgiving sort! He was sitting in a Saint Position too, but you persuaded him to give it up. That's a deep-seated grudge for obstructing his path!"

"My friend, stay here with me for the time being. Otherwise, you could easily be ambushed and killed!"

Listening to his friend, Hong Yun grew more and more uneasy.

He might have made a habit of being soft-hearted, but he wasn't one to ignore good advice. He couldn't help asking,

"How long do I have to hide?"

"I can't stay hidden at your place for the rest of my life!"

"Wait. Though I lost the Saint Position, I helped two others obtain one. That's an enormous favor. If those two Future Saints protect me, how would Kunpeng dare attack me?"

Hong Yun's eyes lit up as he thought of a possibility.

But as soon as he said it, Zhen Yuanzi rejected it, scolding him.

"Foolish! Now that the Gods know what the Cushions are for, their owners will immediately become targets for everyone!"

"The Dao Ancestor hasn't assigned the Saint Positions yet. For now, they're just Cushions—and Cushions can be given up or fought over!"

"If you go there, won't you be stepping right into the whirlpool?"

"Just watch. Great things are about to happen in this world!"

"Whoever spread that message in secret can't have good intentions. For it to sweep across the Primordial Wilderness in such a short time is beyond the abilities of any ordinary being!"

Hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, Hong Yun could hardly believe it.

"But those seats were assigned by the Dao Ancestor! They belong to the Future Saints. How could anyone dare?"

"Why wouldn't they?" Zhen Yuanzi shook his head.

His friend was always trying to see the good in people, even the many Great Divine Ability Users.

If Zhen Yuanzi hadn't been so easygoing by nature, and if he didn't have a Ginseng Fruit Tree to tend and a friend to protect, even he might have been tempted to seize a Cushion. How much more so everyone else?

The Primordial Wilderness was about to descend into chaos!

A trace of worry flickered through Zhen Yuanzi's eyes.

And what Zhen Yuanzi could see through,

the other Gods could see through as well.

The owners of the six most important Cushions were, naturally, the first to grow wary.

At Kunlun Three Pure Ones Mountain, the Three Pure Ones were all shaken.

Taiqing Laozi, who had been in seclusion for a long time and rarely spoke, opened his eyes—a rare sight—and sighed.

"These are troubled times!"

Shangqing Daoist Tongtian shook his head unconcernedly.

"They're nothing but empty threats. Why should we care? The three of us stand together. No one can take our Cushions from us!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yuqing Primordial mocked him.

"My elder brother and I have nothing to worry about!"

"But third brother, you opened your sect wide and accepted many disciples. Those disciples may well become your weak point!"

"In my view, you should expel every last one of them from the sect. That would be the best way to get through this calamity!"

Shangqing Daoist Tongtian frowned at that, displeased.

"Second brother, you accepted plenty of disciples too. Why are you always picking on mine?"

Yuqing Primordial furrowed his brows and immediately rebuked him.

"How dare you say that? My disciples are all fine jade and true seeds of the Dao!"

"Look at the beings under your tutelage! They're a motley collection, born of dampness and eggs, entangled in Karma. Sooner or later, they'll drag the entire Mystic Gate down with them!"

Admittedly, Primordial's words were crude, but they weren't without reason. Primordial was extremely particular about accepting disciples, and he had taken only a few. Even if one of them had a problem, he could still manage it.

Tongtian Daoist, on the other hand, accepted all sorts of disciples. He hadn't yet reached the point of opening the Interception Sect on a grand scale as he would in the future, but he already had quite a few disciples, and they would go on to take disciples of their own. In a short time,

the second and third generations of disciples already numbered over a hundred.

At a time like this, they could easily drag the Three Pure Ones into the calamity.

Tongtian Daoist understood that to some extent, but accepting disciples far and wide was his principle. He couldn't back down.

He immediately flew into a rage.

"Hmph! I'll protect my own disciples. You needn't trouble yourself, second brother!"

"You'd be better off keeping an eye on your own disciples!"

Primordial's face stiffened with anger.

"You dare defy your elder brother? Do you have any respect for me at all?"

"I'm only doing this for your own good!"

"How dare you!"

Primordial felt that his good intentions had been taken for nothing. More than that, his younger brother was no longer listening to him, and he felt insulted!

Fortunately, Taiqing Laozi soon stepped in as peacemaker and calmed them down.

"Whatever the case, let's wait and see what happens!"

"More than two thousand years remain before the Dao Ancestor's lecture. Once we get through these two thousand years, the Dao Ancestor will surely make a decision!"

Taiqing Laozi was quite level-headed. He could see that Hongjun couldn't intervene just yet. But when the time came for the lecture, they would meet the Dao Ancestor in person, and there would naturally be an opportunity to deal with this.

"Two thousand years is less than the time it takes the Gods to doze off. But from here on, every step will be fraught with danger."

Not long after returning to his cave, Fuxi said to his younger sister Nuwa with a wry smile.

By then, Fuxi had calmed down enough to face the fact that his younger sister could become a Saint.

Setting everything else aside, having a Saint for a sister was a good thing. At least the benefits stayed within the family.

But at the same time, it meant that what came next would be extremely dangerous.

"So that kid's blunt words make sense now. The Wu Clan must be the one spreading the news in secret."

"They're making plans for the Wu Clan's future!"

"That kid is definitely no ordinary person! At the very least, Houtu wouldn't have followed him around just because he's a junior."

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have told us about this. I just don't know if it was his doing."

The more Fuxi thought about it, the more he understood. He couldn't help regretting that he'd been distracted by the Saint Position earlier and hadn't probed further.

Nuwa blinked, curious.

"Could a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal really orchestrate a plan like this?"

"Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal wouldn't dare, would they?"