Tianlu: Preaching is Preaching, Eating Fortune? Absolutely Not!

At this moment.

Sensing his junior brother's intent, Jie Yin followed suit and began to wipe away tears.

The two worked in perfect harmony, their wailing echoing through the silent hall and causing many soft-hearted divine beings to knit their brows.

However, most of the divine beings remained cold, detached observers.

In the Primordial World, the strong were respected and opportunities were seized by one's own hand; what use was there in crying and making a scene?

Yet, Red Cloud, who sat in the fifth position, was known throughout the Primordial World as a notorious pushover.

Seeing Zhun Ti crying so miserably, he could not bear it in his heart and actually stood up slowly.

"Do not be sad, fellow Daoists. Since your hearts for the Dao are so sincere, I shall yield this seat to you."

As soon as these words were spoken, many of the great powers in the hall shook their heads in secret.

This Prayer Mat was likely a great opportunity; how could it be given away so casually?

Seeing this, Zhun Ti was overjoyed. He flashed forward and sat directly on the fifth Prayer Mat, his repeated thanks sounding somewhat perfunctory.

Immediately after, his gaze locked onto Kunpeng, who sat in the sixth position.

Zhun Ti's mind was sharp; seeing that Kunpeng was alone and possessed a fierce appearance, he thought to press his advantage and snatch this sixth seat for his senior brother, Jie Yin.

He deliberately leaned in close to Kunpeng and let out a cold snort.

"You beast..."

Before Zhun Ti could finish his insult, a golden afterimage streaked across the hall.

Smack!

A crisp, clear sound rang out across the entire venue.

Tianlu's thick, powerful tail, covered in golden Dragon Clan scales, lashed out like a divine whip, striking Zhun Ti squarely across his clamoring face.

The immense force sent Zhun Ti spinning eighteen times in the air before he slammed heavily into a stone pillar of the hall with a thunderous boom.

"Pfft!"

Zhun Ti spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the floor of the hall like a stray dog.

The entire lecture hall fell into a deathly silence.

Over two thousand innate divine beings stared with wide eyes, looking in terror at the golden figure still lounging on the Cloud Treasure.

He was mad!

This Pixiu was absolutely insane!

This was Purple Heaven Palace, the dojo of a Saint.

How could he dare to openly assault another innate divine being here?

Nuwa and Fuxi were also stunned; although they knew Tianlu was overbearing, they had not expected him to be bold to such a degree.

Tianlu merely flicked his tail lazily, casting a cold, indifferent glance at the fallen Zhun Ti without saying a word.

In truth, Tianlu knew that if he hadn't lashed out with his tail, the next sequence would have been the classic Zhun Ti initiating the conflict, followed by Yuanshi joining the fray.

Zhun Ti, meanwhile, clutched his face, not daring to utter a single word.

Because Tianlu's aura far surpassed his own, he could only pray for Hongjun to appear and preside over justice for him.

Just as the atmosphere in the hall grew heavy, a ripple suddenly appeared on the empty dais at the very front of the hall.

Haotian and Yaochi bowed in unison.

"Welcome, Master!"

The hearts of the divine beings trembled; unable to watch the drama any longer, they hurriedly stood up to pay their respects.

"Welcome, Saint!"

An old man appeared silently upon the dais, draped in black Daoist robes, his entire being radiating the vast pressure of a Saint.

It was none other than Hongjun.

The moment Hongjun appeared, his gaze swept over the fallen Zhun Ti before landing on Tianlu.

The corner of his eye twitched violently.

As the master of Purple Heaven Palace, he naturally knew what had just transpired.

Logically, for someone to strike within his domain was a blatant provocation against a Saint and required severe punishment.

But looking at the roguish expression on Tianlu's face—as if daring him to do something about it—and sensing the thick, inseparable aura of the Great Dao's favor upon him, Hongjun forcibly swallowed the reprimand that had reached his lips.

Let this rascal hit whoever he wants.

Hongjun took a deep breath, silently admonishing himself.

Do not bicker with such a Child of the Great Dao; the important matters come first.

He raised his hand, and a light of creation enveloped Zhun Ti, instantly healing his injuries.

"Zhun Ti, go and sit down."

Hongjun spoke indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Zhun Ti, though fearful that Tianlu might strike again, scrambled back to the fifth Prayer Mat in a dejected manner.

Jie Yin, having lost all desire to contend for a seat, could only sit beside Zhun Ti with a bitter expression.

As for Red Cloud, having given up his spot, he could only sit in the second row.

Hongjun swept his gaze across the room, lingering on Tianlu for half a breath. Seeing that this fellow still had no intention of rising to pay his respects, he simply let it be.

"All of you, sit still. There shall be no more disputes."

"I have obtained the Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation and, in accordance with the mandate of Heaven, shall now preach the Dao in Purple Heaven Palace."

"The preaching will be divided into three sessions: the first on the Dao of Daluo, the second on the Dao of the Quasi-Sage, and the third on the Dao of the Saint."

"Each session shall last for thirty-six thousand five hundred years."

"The first session begins now."

As his voice fell, auspicious light radiated from Hongjun's body. Above his head appeared a fragmented jade plate exuding an aura of infinite mystery—it was none other than the Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation.

As Hongjun began to speak, golden runes the size of buckets flew from his mouth, manifesting visions above the hall, such as the Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan in harmony and the Qilin bringing auspicious omens.

"The Dao that can be told is not the eternal Dao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name..."

When a Saint preaches, golden lotuses truly spring from the ground and heavenly flowers fall from the sky.

The gathered innate divinities were instantly immersed in the profound and unfathomable truths of the Great Dao.

Above the heads of the Three Pure Ones, clouds of celebration the size of an acre appeared, with three flowers gathered at the crown and five energies returning to their source; their previously blurred paths of cultivation became incomparably clear.

Around Nuwa, the Law of Creation flowed, and she could vaguely perceive the birth and destruction of a world.

However, amidst this intoxicating atmosphere, there was one anomaly.

Tianlu.

He was not listening at all.

To him, this so-called Dao of Daluo was far less interesting than the spiritual roots evolving within the space inside his belly.

He rolled over in boredom, his golden claws gently flicking through the void.

In Tianlu's vision, the preaching hall was not merely filled with divinities, but was interwoven with countless crisscrossing threads of luck.

Every innate divinity was a massive vortex of luck.

Tianlu chuckled, his fingertips twitching as he began to toy with these threads of luck.

Just as he was getting into it, his movements suddenly paused. He keenly sensed that above the heads of all three thousand Purple Heaven Guests, there was a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of luck.

As the preaching continued amidst the golden lotuses, these wisps were silently converging toward Hongjun on the high platform.

Tianlu was immediately displeased.

Preaching is one thing, but why are you secretly skimming off the top?

How can this be allowed?!

Tianlu snorted inwardly, quietly circulating the Law of Luck within his body.

He stretched out his golden claw and gave a sharp flick in the void.

In an instant, an invisible, mighty force descended. The threads of luck flowing toward Hongjun stopped dead in mid-air, then all retreated back into the bodies of the divinities, settling obediently where they had originated.

On the high platform, Hongjun, who had been immersed in his sermon, suddenly frowned.

Preaching and enlightening the Primordial World should have brought a massive influx of luck to him, thereby assisting him in merging with the Heavenly Dao sooner.

Yet, after preaching for so long, he had not felt any luck gathering upon him; it was truly strange.