Chen Xuan's Frustration at Their Failure to Live Up to Expectations

At this moment, Dijun and Taiyi had lost all their earlier arrogance. Without even looking back, they fled into the chaos.

Watching the fleeing Dijun and Taiyi, Tongtian approached Dijiang with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"They are merely two feathered beasts. Was there any need for all you brothers to join forces? If something like this happens again, just tell your Third Brother. Third Brother will handle it for you."

Primordial Heavenly Venerable shot Tongtian a fierce glare. "You scared off your brothers' sparring partners, and you still have the nerve to take credit here?"

Tongtian could not help but freeze upon hearing this. He immediately turned his gaze toward Dijiang and the other eleven Ancestral Sorcerers, seeing the same helplessness on their faces.

Just then, Houtu arrived, pulling Nuwa along with her. She first bowed to her three senior brothers before speaking to Tongtian.

"Third Senior Brother, my brothers used to pester me every day to be their sparring partner. Now that they finally found these two birds, they had at last stopped pestering me."

"But they had only fought for a few thousand years before you scared them away. Now my brothers have no sparring partners again. Third Senior Brother, you must take responsibility for this."

Tongtian awkwardly scratched his head before saying, "Well, the Purple Cloud Palace's lecture is about to begin. If we do not set off now, we will not get good seats."

Having said that, he stepped into the chaos without another word. In the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace.

Seeing Tongtian flee in such disarray, even Laozi, who was usually unsmiling, gave a helpless smile. The eleven Ancestral Sorcerers laughed so hard they could not straighten their waists.

This scene sent chills through the gathered cultivators. The names of the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Sorcerers were firmly etched into their minds.

They had even made up their minds that they could offend anyone but these people. Otherwise, they would surely have no good fruit to eat.

Thus, even after the Three Pure Ones, the Twelve Ancestral Sorcerers, Nuwa, and Fuxi had entered the chaos, none of them dared to follow immediately.

Instead, they remained where they were and waited for several months before entering the chaos one after another and heading toward the Purple Cloud Palace.

Naturally, Chen Xuan saw all of this. He could not help shaking his head helplessly as he muttered inwardly.

They truly cannot be taught. Since they had already fought, how could they not demand some spoils? They should have seized their River Chart and Luo Writing, as well as the Eastern Sovereign Bell. How could they let them run away just like that?

With this in mind, Chen Xuan secretly made up his mind to find an opportunity to set his disciples straight and make them understand what spoils of war were.

Chen Xuan then stepped into the chaos as well, heading directly toward the Purple Cloud Palace.

When Chen Xuan arrived outside the Purple Cloud Palace, he found that everyone was waiting outside. Though the palace gates stood wide open, no one dared enter.

Chen Xuan did not break this rule either. He stood quietly amid the crowd and waited. In any case, he had no intention of fighting over the prayer cushions; he merely wanted to be a spectator.

As time passed second by second, nearly everyone who was meant to come had arrived. Yaochi and Haotian also appeared outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

They announced, "By the master's command, all of you may enter the Purple Cloud Palace and take your seats as you await the master's arrival to expound the Great Dao."

As Haotian and Yaochi's voices fell, everyone rushed toward the Purple Cloud Palace. For a time, the scene descended into utter chaos.

Just then, a Green Duckweed Sword appeared out of thin air. Azure sword radiance enveloped everyone within it.

Everyone instantly halted their scramble. They even instinctively retreated to both sides, clearing a broad path.

Seeing that everyone was sensible enough, Tongtian withdrew the Green Duckweed Sword and gestured for Laozi and Primordial Heavenly Venerable to proceed.

Laozi and Primordial Heavenly Venerable did not decline. They entered the Purple Cloud Palace and took their seats upon the first and second prayer cushions.

Then Nuwa and Fuxi, along with Houtu and the eleven Ancestral Sorcerers, followed Tongtian toward the remaining four prayer cushions.

Tongtian ultimately sat upon the third prayer cushion, while Nuwa and Fuxi took the fifth and sixth.

As for the fourth prayer cushion, it was naturally reserved for Houtu. After all, Houtu was Chen Xuan's fourth disciple, so she should naturally sit on the fourth one.

The other eleven Ancestral Sorcerers simply sat behind Houtu and the Three Pure Ones. They did not compete for any prayer cushions.

Seeing that the only six prayer cushions already had owners, there was no reason for the others to continue fighting.

For a time, those entering the Purple Cloud Palace became orderly. Some even showed one another a measure of courtesy.

As time passed second by second, everyone entered the Purple Cloud Palace and found their own places to sit.

Yet though everyone had settled down, Hongjun did not appear for a long while. Even the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace remained open.

Before long, two bald Daoists stumbled in from outside the Purple Cloud Palace.

The moment the two entered the Purple Cloud Palace, they fixed their gazes upon the six prayer cushions. Seeing that all the cushions already had owners, one of them immediately burst into loud sobs.

"My senior brother and I came all the way from the west. Who knows how many trials and hardships we endured, yet in the end, we could not even obtain a seat."

Indeed, throughout the entire Primordial World, the only ones capable of crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang themselves were the Western Two Sages.

In the original course of the Primordial World, Zhunti Daoist's tearful plea had moved the kindhearted Ancestor Hong Yun to pity, causing him to give up his seat.

And because Ancestor Hong Yun yielded his seat, Kunpeng lost his own as well, allowing the Western Two Sages to obtain two Heavenly Dao prayer cushions for nothing.

But the situation was no longer the same. None of those seated upon the prayer cushions was that kindhearted Ancestor Hong Yun.

Thus, no matter how Zhunti Daoist wailed, no one rose to give up their seat. Tongtian even rebuked him directly, "A cultivator of the Dao behaves in such a manner? With such a disposition alone, it will be difficult for you to achieve the Great Dao."

At last hearing someone speak, Zhunti Daoist immediately seized the chance and climbed up the pole. He went straight to Tongtian and said.

"Fellow Daoist, my brother and I have come from far away. Could you let us have these prayer cushions so that my brother and I may rest our feet?"

Tongtian had not intended to pay Zhunti Daoist any heed. But at that moment, Ancestor Hong Yun spoke up. He said to Tongtian.

"Fellow Daoist, why not let him sit on the prayer cushion for a while? When the Dao Ancestor begins his lecture, he can return it to you."

Sure enough, the moment Ancestor Hong Yun spoke, some people voiced their support. The first among them were naturally Dijun and Taiyi.

This made Zhunti Daoist increasingly convinced that Tongtian should yield the prayer cushion to him. He even stretched out his hand, preparing to pull Tongtian up from the prayer cushion.