Zhun Ti Makes Trouble, Zhun Ti Gets Beaten, Brother and Sister Block the Way

Beyond the Primordial World, in the land of chaos.

Within Zixiao Palace.

At that moment, the sudden cry of "Fellow Daoist, wait! You must not!" made Zhun Ti halt abruptly. Standing in the great hall, he slowly turned, his eyes seeking the source of the voice.

The one who had spoken was none other than Hongyun, the good old man of the Primordial World.

A gentle smile rested on Hongyun's face as he said, "Fellow Daoist has traveled all the way from the west, and the journey must have been arduous. How could you be left without a good seat? I am willing to yield this prayer cushion to you!"

Before he could finish, a figure moved like a flash of lightning. Zhun Ti exerted himself in an instant, forcefully squeezing aside Hongyun beside him and firmly taking possession of the sixth prayer cushion.

Having done all that, a trace of smug satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Hongyun!"

Zhun Ti's voice rang out, carrying a tone of utter entitlement.

Hongyun stood where he was, speechless for a moment. He opened his mouth, but in the end, nothing came out.

Hongyun was inwardly dumbfounded. He had never imagined that this western cultivator's skin could be so thick—it had utterly exceeded the bounds of his understanding.

Zhen Yuanzi sat nearby and took in the entire scene. He let out a soft sigh.

"My old friend..."

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Hongyun, his tone filled with helplessness and confusion.

"You should not have yielded your seat so decisively."

He shook his head, his gaze sweeping over Zhun Ti, who had just taken his seat, and Jie Yin beside him.

"These two... sigh!"

Zhen Yuanzi had no words left to say; only a sigh could ease his heart.

At the same time, Zhun Ti's gaze began to roam about. He first looked toward Pangu's Three Pure Ones at the very front.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian—their auras were seamlessly fused as one, unfathomably deep.

Zhun Ti's heart turned solemn. Pangu's orthodox lineage, the Three Pure Ones as one—he could not afford to provoke them.

His gaze then shifted to Nuwa. Beside her sat her elder brother, Fuxi. Their auras were linked, and they too were extraordinary.

Zhun Ti secretly weighed the matter. Nuwa and Fuxi were close siblings, immensely powerful, and likewise not to be provoked.

At last, his gaze landed upon the fifth prayer cushion—upon Kong Xuan.

Kong Xuan's aura was restrained, yet it faintly revealed the origin of the avian race.

A sharp gleam flashed through Zhun Ti's eyes, and a thought emerged—just as it had followed the original course of history, when he had dealt with Kunpeng.

Now was the time to make trouble. A Daluo pressure suddenly rose, aimed straight at Kong Xuan. Zhun Ti's voice, sharp with spiteful contempt, echoed through the great hall.

"Humph!"

"You fur-covered, horned creature, born damp and hatched from an egg!"

"What qualifications do you have?"

"To sit upon the prayer cushions of Zixiao Palace alongside us?!"

The moment those words fell, they exploded like thunder. Kong Xuan abruptly lifted his head, a flicker of astonishment crossing his face.

Then that astonishment turned into faint anger.

This Zhun Ti truly was... magnificent, simply magnificent!

He did not understand the situation at all. Did he really think Kong Xuan stood alone?!

Did he really think he was Kunpeng?!

At the same instant Zhun Ti finished speaking, Nuwa and Fuxi's gazes fell upon him like tangible blades.

They seemed to question him soundlessly: Zhun Ti, what do you mean by this?!

Nuwa's delicate brows knit tightly, while a cold gleam flickered in Fuxi's eyes.

Kong Xuan had forged a bond of goodwill with their brother-and-sister pair at Mount Buzhou. They were friends.

Zhun Ti's actions were no different from provoking all three of them at once!

Now it was Zhun Ti's turn to freeze. The smugness on his face stiffened at once, and a trace of panic flashed through his eyes.

His heart was filled with uncertainty. What was going on?

Among the Three Pure Ones, Yuanshi had always looked down most upon fur-covered, horned creatures, those born damp and hatched from eggs.

Why, then, was he now sitting with his eyes closed in quiet repose, saying nothing at all?

As though he had heard nothing?

How could Zhun Ti know that most of the great powers in Zixiao Palace already knew that Kong Xuan was on close terms with Nuwa and Fuxi?

Kong Xuan was a Mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, while Nuwa and Fuxi were also Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.

The three joining hands possessed strength enough to make anyone wary.

Even Pangu's Three Pure Ones would have to weigh the matter carefully.

Yet the arrow was already nocked upon the bow; it had to be loosed. Zhun Ti forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart and was just about to speak again despite himself.

But Kong Xuan's thoughts spun at lightning speed. He recalled seeing Zhun Ti and Jie Yin at the entrance of Zixiao Palace when he had arrived earlier, crying and complaining, rolling about shamelessly, even making a show of crashing into a pillar to seek death.

Hongjun had not appeared to restrain them. Had he tacitly permitted such conduct?

Then...

At that thought, an idea was born in Kong Xuan's heart: he would personally teach this shameless wretch a lesson.

Perhaps he would not be restrained for it either?

A Sage's thoughts were lofty and unfathomable.

How could they casually presume to fathom such magnanimity and tolerance?

But once that thought arose, it spread like a prairie fire. Just as Zhun Ti opened his mouth, at the very instant the word "you" was about to leave his lips—

Kong Xuan moved. He did not stir a trace of magical power, relying solely upon the strength of his fleshly body.

His figure was like lightning tearing through space, instantly crossing the distance between them. His enormous fist, carrying the terrifying bodily strength of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, smashed viciously into Zhun Ti's face.

Bang!

A heavy muffled impact that made teeth ache.

"Ah—!"

Zhun Ti let out a shrill scream and was sent flying off the ground. Kong Xuan pressed his advantage without mercy, following him like a shadow.

Fists, palms, elbows, knees, and countless other strikes became a violent storm. Accompanied by the thunderous roar of pure bodily strength, they rained down densely upon Zhun Ti's body and face like raindrops!

Every blow was powerful and heavy, containing the terrifying force of the seventh turn of the Nine-Turn Profound Origin Technique.

"Ow!"

"The pain is killing me!"

"Senior Brother, save me!"

Zhun Ti was beaten so badly that he could not fight back at all. He could only scurry about with his head in his hands, crying for his father and mother. He was wretched beyond measure—where was even a shred of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal's bearing?

This scene left every innate great power within Zixiao Palace dumbstruck.

They seemed turned to stone, staring in disbelief at the mad spectacle before them.

In Zixiao Palace, the sacred ground where a Sage expounded the Dao, someone actually dared to fight so wantonly?

And it was even a purely physical brawl?

This Kong Xuan...

Many hearts shook violently. This fellow was truly audacious beyond the heavens.

After the Twelve Ancestral Witches, had another madman who showed no respect for a Sage's majesty appeared?

No, though the Ancestral Witches were fierce and tyrannical, they had never dared to fight within Zixiao Palace.

But Kong Xuan... not only had he acted, he was beating Zhun Ti with such ferocity, such wild abandon.

Kong Xuan truly deserved to be called the boldest man in the Primordial World.

At that moment, Jie Yin's expression changed drastically at the sight. He sprang to his feet, flowing light surging around him, just as he was about to intervene when a clear, cool voice drifted out.

"Fellow Daoist Jie Yin."

As the words fell, Nuwa had already silently stepped in front of Jie Yin. Fuxi stepped forward at the same time, standing shoulder to shoulder with Nuwa, their auras firmly locking onto Jie Yin.

"This is a discussion of the Dao between Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan and Fellow Daoist Zhun Ti."

Fuxi's tone was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable meaning.

"We need only watch."