Sold, sold!

In the end...

Mu Chen sold the head seat for ten Acquired Spirit Treasures and three Innate Spirit Treasures.

The buyer was a powerful rat spirit with shifty brows and beady eyes.

Mu Chen did not care in the slightest.

Under everyone's contemptuous, furious, disdainful gazes, he eagerly trotted off to a seat at the very back.

If word of this got out, it would surely spread throughout the Primordial World.

A shameless Human Race cultivator had actually sold the head seat at Cult Leader Tongtian's sermon!

From ancient times to the present, only Mu Chen could have done such a thing.

"What a haul."

Mu Chen felt ashamed, yet he could not help marveling.

He had tucked all the treasures into his sleeves.

At the same time, he cast a grateful glance toward Zhao Gongming, who stood ahead looking utterly dumbfounded.

If things had followed their previous course...

Then the truth was that he had stolen Zhao Gongming's fortuitous opportunity. Otherwise, Zhao Gongming would have occupied the head seat at this sermon.

Still, things were probably much the same now. After all, Zhao Gongming joining the Jie Sect was already nailed to the board.

One had to understand that the Three Pure Ones' sects accepted disciples according to heavenly fate.

Anyone who truly thought a seat could change that was indeed thinking too much.

Mu Chen understood this better than anyone.

Something else had to be mentioned here.

Mu Chen had once thought the Innate Spirit Treasures of the Primordial World consisted only of those he knew.

In reality, however, the true Primordial World had a few more Innate Spirit Treasures than he had expected.

Take the three Innate Spirit Treasures in his hands, for example.

At the very least, he did not recognize them.

"Immortal-Suppressing Ding: transforms into a great ding bearing a trace of chaos presence, capable of suppressing innate gods and demons within."

"Myriad Things Brush: paints in midair, and the things it paints can manifest out of thin air to help its owner slay enemies!"

"Immortal-Ending Spear: as its name suggests, an exceptionally lethal weapon capable of killing immortals."

Stealing Zhao Gongming's fortuitous opportunity had netted him three Innate Spirit Treasures in one go.

Mu Chen thought with immense satisfaction.

You helped me earn so many treasures at once. Old Zhao, you really are a good brother. I'll have your back once during Journey to the West!

These treasures might not have matched the most famous ones in killing power.

But their mysterious, wondrous effects left Mu Chen quite satisfied.

And compared with laboriously fishing for thousands or tens of thousands of years to obtain a single treasure, this feeling of suddenly striking it rich was absolutely different on a psychological level.

Suddenly...

Three furtive gazes concealing murderous intent came from behind him.

Mu Chen did not turn around.

He merely narrowed his eyes silently, a flicker of vigilance passing through them.

I've been targeted!

Still, Mu Chen was not particularly flustered.

In the Primordial World, killing people and seizing their treasures was commonplace.

Besides, the Jie Sect taught all without discrimination, its ranks a jumble of fish and dragons. Running into fellows with ill intentions was perfectly normal.

But if they truly thought he was merely at the Heavenly Immortal realm and could be toyed with at will...

Then they were far too naive.

They won't dare act on the island. They'll probably wait until the sermon ends and we leave before making their move.

With that thought, Mu Chen settled into his seat at ease.

He would listen to Tongtian's sermon first.

As for the others...

Heh.

I've read over a thousand chapters of Battle Through the Heavens. Like hell I'll let you bastards ambush me outside!

Half an hour later...

A powerfully built old man in black robes appeared at the very center of the great platform.

He sat cross-legged in midair.

Without needing to make a single move, he exuded a presence that made everyone tremble and bow in worship.

Tongtian had arrived in person!

Everyone instinctively held their breath.

Mu Chen did the same.

Sage Tongtian!

Apart from Hongjun, he was most likely the best fighter of them all.

Daoist Duobao stood quietly to one side.

His gaze swept over the seats. His solemn expression changed, and he was instantly dumbfounded.

Huh?

Where was Fellow Daoist Wang Zha?

Why was there a rat spirit in his place?