Chapter 21: Cundi Offers Her Seat

  After an unknown period of time, the entrance to the Purple Mansion had gathered thousands of cultivators, ranging from the Tian Xian realm to the Da Luo Jin Xian realm. What surprised Emperor Jiang was how these heavenly immortals flew out of the 33rd heaven, could it be that Hong Jun had made a move? No wonder he said that those who have fate can come and listen, it seems it wasn't just casual talk.

  Just as the monks were getting bored, the grand gate of the Purple Cloud Palace slowly opened. With a whooshing sound, figures rushed into the palace, and at this time, the gate was only half open. The monks couldn't wait any longer. Emperor Jiang was greatly astonished by this scene. It seems that the habit of rushing in together has been passed down since ancient times. I don't know why there is such a strong ability to inherit this aspect, while other exquisite cultures have many broken links.

  Emperor Jiang didn't hesitate, leading the other ancestral witches to squeeze inside. He knew there were six sacred seats of Pu Tuan inside, and if he could occupy one, he wouldn't have to worry. The twelve people with Emperor Jiang were all physically strong, and the other cultivators couldn't compete with them, being squeezed to one side. Looking at the cultivators on the side who were being squeezed until they showed their teeth, Emperor Jiang felt a bit guilty in his heart, wondering if he was bullying others too much?

  Finally, Emperor Jiang and his group became the first batch of cultivators to squeeze into the Purple Mansion. They looked at the six meditation mats in the distance and were overjoyed. They jumped over the first three mats and sat directly on the fourth one. The first three mats they didn't dare occupy - those were the positions of the Three Purities, the designated successors of the Daoist tradition by Hong Jun. Would Hong Jun agree if they took them for themselves?

  Those three Qing also had some skills, Emperor Jiang sat down and they followed him in, seeing Emperor Jiang sitting on the fourth futon, without being humble, directly occupying the first three seats. At this time, Kunpeng also squeezed in, looked at Emperor Jiang, and immediately sat next to Emperor Jiang on the fifth futon. After a while, Fuxi Nuwa, Emperor Jun Taiyi, and others also followed, seeing that only one seat was left, they all wanted to sit down, but saw Hongyun Hou arriving first, taking a step forward, and blocking everyone behind her. Emperor Jun and others were angry, but it wasn't good to take action in the Purple Palace, so they could only let her sit down. Originally, Nuwa could grab a futon seat, but due to Emperor Jiang's appearance, she can now only stand.

  Emperor Jiang looked back at the crowd, which was no longer as chaotic as before. The straw mats were gone, and everyone had found a corner to stand in, waiting quietly for Hong Jun to come out and speak. Emperor Jiang also glanced at Kun Peng beside him, giving him a slight smile. Kun Peng was very happy, but instead of smiling back, he nodded his head slightly at Emperor Jiang.

  At this time, the gate of Zixiao Palace was about to close, but two Taoist priests with strange attire hurried over, their faces were tired and laborious, looking very exhausted.

  Di Jiang smiled in his heart, Zhu Ti finally made her debut, and he wanted to see how they would perform.

  As soon as Zhun Ti entered the Zixuan Palace, his eyes scanned everywhere and saw six meditation mats. His eyes lit up, and he suddenly fell to the ground, crying and pleading with the receptionist, "Brother, you and I have traveled far and wide for the sake of the Western living beings, enduring hardships without complaint, coming to this place outside the 33 heavens to listen to the Dharma. We want to learn some skills to bring blessings to the Western living beings. Now, we are physically and mentally exhausted, and there is no seat available. How can we concentrate on listening to the Patriarch's lecture later? If we gain nothing and return empty-handed, how can we face the millions of Western living beings?" As he spoke, his voice choked with sobs, his face filled with sorrow, as if he had lost all dignity and wanted to throw himself into the Wu River.

  Jie Ying originally had a calm face with two peaceful eyes, but seeing Zhun Ti prostrating himself on the ground and crying to him, his heart was in agony. His calm eyes suddenly welled up with bitter tears, his mouth corners twitching slightly as he struggled to hold back his sobs without making a sound. His expression became even more sorrowful. This scene caused many cultivators in the Zi Xuan Palace to have red-rimmed eyes.

  "These two are so pitiful." Suddenly said Houto standing beside Teikou, her eyes were slightly red and there were still traces of tears on her face.

  Di Jiang let out a soft sigh, he could see that although Zhuanti's actions were intentionally done for the crowd to see, the heart-wrenching sorrow was genuine. These two people hadn't completely pretended either. To say the least, before they became saints, both of them had been living very hard lives, but they still didn't leave this barren Western land and instead persisted in wanting to turn it into a paradise. This intention was good, only the method used was too shameless.

  At this time, Hongyun, who was known as a good old man, could no longer bear it. He saw that his eyes were slightly red, and he suddenly stood up and said: "Master Zhunti can rest on my couch for a while, I'm not tired, just stand and listen."

  Zhun Ti's eyes lit up and he quickly sat down. Only then did he say to Hong Yun, "Thank you, fellow Taoist." After that, he ignored Hong Yun again.

  Hong Yun was stunned, smiled bitterly and didn't say anything else, then obediently stood at the back.

  "How can Zhunti be like this!" At this time, Hou Tu said to Emperor Jiang again, but felt that Zhunti's attitude towards Hongyun was a bit too much.

  "You can't just look at a person's surface." Emperor Jiang said with deep meaning. Hou Tu furrowed his brow, and began to think.

  He sat on the cushion, looking very happy. At this time, he saw that there was no seat for the introducer and couldn't help but think again. The three people sitting at the top had similar auras, obviously together, and they were not to be trifled with. Looking around, he saw eleven strong men standing behind Emperor Jiang, subtly protecting him in front, making it even more impossible to provoke him. At this time, he looked at Kunpeng again, seeing that he was alone and weak, with no one standing beside him, and couldn't help but think of taking his seat. Although Kunpeng's strength was not weaker than his own, he had two people on his side and wasn't afraid of him. With a decision made in his heart, Zhunti no longer hesitated and suddenly pointed at Kunpeng, shouting loudly.

  "This is the place where saints preach, you bunch of wet eggs with feathers and shells, what qualifications do you have to sit with me? Quickly get down and don't pollute the mat left by the ancestors of Taoism!" Zhun Ti suddenly spoke out, his tone and voice both severe, scaring some of the monks who were not yet accomplished in their mental cultivation.

  Kun Peng suddenly scolded himself when he saw Zhunti, extremely annoyed in his heart, three corpses violently jumping, if not for the consideration that this is a sacred place of Taoism, at this time he would have already taken action to beat Zhunti.

  "Hmph, I see that you're the one who's been rude to Daozu Pu. You begged for a seat and cried on the ground, embarrassing others. Hongyun Daoyou kindly offered you a seat, but your thanks were insincere. I think you should quickly return the seat to Hongyun Daoyou, I'm ashamed to be near you." Kunpeng's voice was hoarse, but he wasn't one to swallow his anger. Back then, he had even dared to kill Zhu Long, who was at the quasi-saint realm, for revenge; let alone Zhunti.

  One of the original authors wanted to interject and say a few words about Kunpeng, but he had always looked down on demons and Kunpeng's gloomy face made him feel disgusted. However, seeing how powerful Kunpeng was, he swallowed his words and didn't dare speak out. This person must have some backing to be so bold, it's better not to offend him casually.

  Zhun Ti didn't expect Kun Peng to counterattack, and he suddenly became furious, releasing his aura to lock onto Kun Peng. Kun Peng let out a cold hum, also releasing his aura to resist, and for a moment the two late-stage Golden Immortal experts clashed in the Purple Mist Palace.

  At this time, one of the guides looked over and walked quietly towards Zhunti, releasing his own aura to suppress Kunpeng together with Zhunti.

  "Are you looking for death?" Emperor Jiang suddenly stood up, this time he was really angry. You can mention shamelessness, but you can't bully my brother, Emperor Jiang's eyes were bloodshot, staring at Zhunti and the two people he brought. Zhunti and the two people he brought were shocked, what is Emperor Jiang doing, it seems like they didn't provoke him.

  Di Jiang didn't care if this was a sacred place or not, and directly walked to the two people who were still using their aura to suppress Kun Peng. Under everyone's shocked gaze, he threw two punches, directly knocking the unguarded Zhun Ti and Jie Yin to the ground.

  "Brother Di Jiang, don't!" At this time, Kun Peng also discovered Di Jiang and saw him directly hitting someone. He was very worried in his heart, but at the same time, he was also deeply moved. Having a brother like this is enough for this life.

  "You, you dare to strike someone in the sacred dojo of the Saint." Zhun Ti fell to the ground, one hand pointing at Emperor Jiang, looking extremely angry.

  "Who dares to bully my brother first, why shouldn't I dare to take action and fight?" Emperor Jiang said coldly, this attitude shocked everyone in the Purple Cloud Palace. Everyone was thinking in their hearts, from now on, never provoke this person, when he gets angry, he doesn't care about the consequences at all, he even dares to take action in the Sacred Grounds of the Saints, and it's fortunate that just now he didn't make any sarcastic remarks towards Kun Peng, otherwise, he might have also lost face.

  "Big brother is so domineering." At this time, Gonggong on the side said to other ancestral witches, with an expression of pride in being Emperor Jiang's brothers. The other ancestral witches were also excited, watching Emperor Jiang's domineering performance from the sidelines, stunning the whole scene. Only Xuanming and Houtu were worried in their hearts, not knowing whether Hongjun would appear later and punish Emperor Jiang.

  There was another person whose eyes were somewhat different, standing far away was Di Jun. He looked at Di Jiang at this time and couldn't help but think of the scene when he resisted Lin Zu's killing of Zhu Long with Kun Peng and Di Jiang during the Dragon Han Initial Calamity. Just now, he still had a desire to go up and confront Quan Ti with them, but his mind immediately thought of the picture of himself wearing a golden crown and unifying Hong Huang, and he couldn't help but suppress this ridiculous impulse.

  "You, you..." Zhun Ti still pointed at Di Jiang, but couldn't say another word.

  "What's wrong with you? Want to compare notes with me? Bring it on, I'd love to take you down a peg or two." Emperor Jiang gazed coldly at Zhun Ti.

  At this time, Kun Peng on the side also stopped advising, took a firm step forward, and if Emperor Jiang took action, he would also follow suit without hesitation. It was better to be punished by Hong Jun together.

  And the other ancestral witches also took a step forward, with an overwhelming momentum, which shocked Azuti for a moment.

  "Imperial Jiang, friend, misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding." At this time, the guide crawled up and hastily pulled the bell on the side, bowing to Imperial Jiang.

  Emperor Jiang was not a person who didn't know the weight of things, seeing that Jieyun's expression softened, he didn't say anything else and directly returned to his own seat. Kunpeng let out a sigh of relief, fortunately, the matter hadn't been blown up, otherwise, if it had provoked Hongjun's anger, he would have owed Emperor Jiang an apology. Kunpeng also didn't say anything else and returned to his own cushion.

  The Zi Xiao Palace quickly returned to calm, but Zhunti and Jieyin did not go back to sit on that cushion, instead they honestly stayed on one side. The sixth cushion was mysteriously empty, no one dared to sit there at this time. Zhunti was extremely angry at this moment, thinking in his heart that when Hongjun appears next, he would provoke him and let the Daozu punish Emperor Jiang.