Primordial Wilderness: I Repeatedly Offered Poisonous Schemes! Houtu Advised Me to Calm Down

"Hong Yun!"

No wonder Kunpeng was so furious—he had once possessed a cushion of his own, but in the end, thanks to that bastard Hong Yun's persuasion, he drew the scrutiny of the Gods and was forced to yield it to Zhunti and Jieyin.

If he hadn't known the cushion's true significance, it might have been bearable. But now that he did, he couldn't even spare the time to hate Zhunti and Jieyin; his hatred was squarely fixed on Hong Yun.

Only those who have truly possessed something and then lost it know the deepest pain!

Meanwhile, at the Five Villages Temple, Hong Yun was also taken aback, letting out a bitter laugh.

"I never imagined that cushion was a Saint Position. It seems I simply have no fate with attaining sainthood!"

Compared to Kunpeng's obsession, Hong Yun, ever the good-natured soul, took it far more lightly, without too much agitation.

But though he wasn't overly concerned, Zhen Yuanzi beside him immediately saw the crux of the matter, his expression turning grave.

"It's fine that you, Daoist friend, don't care about the cushion—at least you won't fall into that trap!"

"But I fear there are those who do care. Don't forget, back then you gave up not only your own cushion but also Kunpeng's. If Kunpeng holds a grudge, you will surely be caught in the Calamity of Killing!"

"Calamity of Killing!" Hong Yun's scalp tingled, his heart pounding.

"Is it really that serious?"

"Right now it's just speculation—the Dao Ancestor has never confirmed it!"

P.S.: This is just how Hong Yun is—he ended up in the same mess back when he got the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

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

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Hong Yun, who still clung to a sliver of hope, and couldn't help but shake his head with a sigh.

"You have to understand—those are Saint Positions. Even a one-in-a-million chance is a massive Karma. And we both know full well that the speculations in that message are highly likely. Many Daoist friends have suspected as much before, but they never dared to voice it!"

"Saint Positions—you and I can barely suppress the turmoil in our hearts, but what about others? That Kunpeng is hardly someone easy to deal with! He was sitting on a Saint Position himself, and you talked him out of it—that's a blood feud of obstructing the Dao!"

"For now, stay here with me for a while. Otherwise, I fear you'll really be ambushed and killed."

Hong Yun listened to his friend's words, growing more uneasy with each one.

Though he was used to playing the good guy, he wasn't deaf to advice. He couldn't help but ask.

"Then how long do I have to hide?"

"I can't just hide here with you forever, can I?"

"No, wait—I lost a Saint Position, but I helped two others gain theirs. That's a tremendous favor. If I can get the protection of two future saints, how would Kunpeng dare to lay a hand on me!"

Hong Yun's eyes lit up as a possibility struck him.

But the moment he spoke, Zhen Yuanzi shot it down, scolding him.

"Nonsense! Now that the Gods know the use of the cushions, the owners of those cushions have instantly become targets for everyone."

"The Dao Ancestor hasn't yet confirmed the Saint Positions—they're still just cushions. And cushions can be given away, schemed over!"

"If you go to them, you'll only be dragged right into the vortex!"

"Mark my words—great upheaval is about to sweep this world!"

"Whoever spread that message in secret has ill intentions. To sweep through the Primordial Wilderness so quickly is no small feat from an ordinary being!"

Hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, Hong Yun found it hard to believe.

"But those are the seats set by the Dao Ancestor—future saints! How would they dare?"

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

His good friend spent all his time playing the saint, thinking far too well of all those Great Divine Ability Users.

If it weren't for Zhen Yuanzi's own tranquil nature, plus his need to tend the Ginseng Fruit Tree and protect his friend, even he would be tempted to scheme for a cushion—let alone others.

The Primordial Wilderness was about to descend into chaos!

A flicker of worry passed through Zhen Yuanzi's eyes.

And what Zhen Yuanzi could see...

The other Gods could see it too.

The owners of the six crucial cushions were the first to go on high alert.

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

Grand Pure One Laozi, who rarely spoke during his long seclusions, even opened his eyes and sighed.

"Troubled times ahead!"

The Upper Pure One Tongtian Daoist waved his hand dismissively.

"A few petty threats—nothing to worry about. With us three brothers working together, no one can take our cushions from us!"

However, as soon as the words fell, Yuqing Primordial spoke up with a sneer.

"Big Brother and I will naturally be fine!"

"But Third Brother, you've opened your mountain gates wide and taken in quite a few disciples. Those disciples will likely become your weak point!"

"In my view, you'd be better off expelling them all from the sect to better weather this tribulation!"

Shangqing Tongtian Daoist frowned upon hearing this and said with dissatisfaction.

"Second Brother, haven't you also taken in quite a few disciples? Why do you always harp on about mine?"

Yuqing Primordial frowned at this and directly rebuked.

"You have the nerve to say that. My disciples are all jade orchids and jade trees—true seeds of cultivation!"

"But what are those under your gate? Creatures born from dampness and hatched from eggs, entangled in Karma. Sooner or later, they'll drag us of the Mystic Gate down with them!"

Admittedly, Primordial's words were crude but not without reason. He was extremely selective in taking disciples and kept their numbers small, so even if issues arose, he could handle them.

But Tongtian Daoist was different—he accepted any disciple. Though it hadn't yet reached the scale of his future grand Jie Sect, he already had quite a few, and those disciples took disciples of their own. In a short time, counting the second and third generations, there were already over a hundred.

At a time like this, with tribulation looming, it was truly easy for them to drag down the Three Pure Ones.

However, though Tongtian Daoist understood this somewhat, his philosophy was to take in disciples widely, and he would not back down.

He immediately erupted in anger.

"Hmph, my disciples are mine to protect. I won't trouble Second Brother to worry!"

"You'd do better to mind your own disciples!"

Primordial's face stiffened with rage at this.

"To talk back to your elder brother—do you still have any respect for me as your brother?"

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

"How dare you act like this!"

Primordial felt that his good intentions had been thrown to the dogs, and worst of all, this younger brother was disobedient, making him feel insulted!

Fortunately, soon enough, Grand Pure One Laozi stepped in as a peacemaker, calming them down.

"Regardless, let's first observe how things unfold."

"There are still over two thousand years until the sermon. If we can get through these two thousand years, the Dao Ancestor will naturally make a decision."

Grand Pure One Laozi was very rational and had also seen that Hongjun was in an awkward position for now. But once the sermon came and they faced the Dao Ancestor, there would naturally be grounds to address the matter.

"Over two thousand years—in the past, that's less than the time it takes the Gods to doze off. But from now on, every step will be deadly."

Back in his cave dwelling not long after, Fuxi said with a bitter smile to his sister Nuwa.

By now, Fuxi had also recovered his composure and could look at his sister normally.

Not to mention anything else, having a Saint for a sister was at least a good thing—at the very least, good fortune stayed within the family.

But at the same time, it also meant that what lay ahead was extremely dangerous.

"I thought that kid was so blunt for no reason, but it turns out this was the crux of it. It seems the ones spreading the news in secret must be the Wu Clan."

"They're planning for the future of the Wu Clan!"

"That kid is definitely no simpleton! At the very least, Houtu staying by his side isn't just because he's a junior."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't have leaked this to us. I just wonder if it came from him directly."

The more Fuxi thought, the more he understood, and he sighed a little that he had been too distracted by the Saint Position earlier to probe further.

Nuwa blinked her eyes at this and said with some curiosity.

"A mere Primordial Unity Golden Immortal—could he possibly orchestrate such a scheme?"

"Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal wouldn't dare, would they?"