Primordial Era: My father is Hongjun, who dares disobey!

"Daoist Master," Jiang Daoxuan said softly, his gaze fixed on Hongjun, who sat steadily on the high platform.

"They're here."

Hongjun didn't say much, but slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. Over the past thousand years, he had paid much attention to Daoxuan and missed him dearly.

"Um."

Jiang Daoxuan responded softly, then stepped steadily into the hall. In an instant, the white spots on his body disappeared, and he transformed back into the green-robed youth he had been before.

At the same time, Hakimi, who had been sitting down, seemed to shrink to the size of a palm and nestled tightly in Dao Xuan's hand.

See here,

Hongjun regained his composure, boundless holy energy surging from his body. He swept his gaze across the crowd, settling steadily on Yuanshi and Donghuang, before glancing over everyone else and nodding slightly.

"Since you're here, please sit down."

After saying that,

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone used their great supernatural powers to arrive in front of the prayer mat in the blink of an eye.

With the help of the three, their movement speed was incredibly fast, and they almost instantly and forcefully dominated three of them.

"good!"

Lao Tzu spoke calmly, but his heart was far from at peace. He had been cultivating the Dao of Non-Action, and now, sitting on this futon, he was already faintly sensing the will of Heaven.

Tongtian and Yuanshi were even more excited, and they began to speculate about who the remaining seated people would be.

Seeing that three out of six prayer cushions had been removed, the remaining people dared not be careless and began to use their own supernatural powers and spells.

"Throughout the nine heavens and ten earths, a single tremor can cover ten thousand miles!"

Demon Master Kunpeng was the first to use his innate divine power, quickly taking a seat before anyone noticed.

Then,

Di Jun originally intended to join forces with Donghuang to compete for the remaining two, but he was a step too late. Zhen Yuanzi had already used a top-grade innate spiritual treasure to send his old friend to his death.

Just as he was about to sit down, he noticed that Fuxi, who had been waiting nearby, gently pushed his shy and adorable snake sister to the seat, saying, "Thank you for offering your seat."

Seeing this, he gave up. As the incarnation of the dragon vein of the primordial land, his blessings and fortune were on par with the Three Pure Ones, and he might not be unable to obtain the opportunity to become a saint.

At this point, all six prayer cushions were filled with people: the steady and composed Sanqing, the proud and self-satisfied Kunpeng, the helpless Hongyun, and... the adorably dazed Nuwa.

Before she could even react to what was happening, her clueless brother shoved her into a seat, saying something...

"Little sister, this cushion is destined for you, it's meant for you." So she sat down with peace of mind.

After the six people were seated, everyone remembered that there was one more person: Jiang Daoxuan, Hongjun's nominal disciple, or even his son. They looked up at him.

Good guy!

He was now seated to the left and right of the saint, showing no sign of embarrassment whatsoever. His slender fingers traced across Hakimi's spine, displaying complete ease and naturalness.

What happened to the promise of equal treatment, with those destined to come?

Daoist Master, aren't you being a bit too biased?

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, but dared not utter a word. After all, for a sage, what he thought of was certain, and he knew everything about those whose names were mentioned.

They didn't want to get involved.

then,

Apart from Yuan Shi, who was filled with indignation, everyone else looked indifferent.

"Yuanshi, one must not be presumptuous before a sage."

Seeing that his second brother was about to offend the sage, Laozi hurriedly spoke up to dissuade him.

"Brother, he..."

"Quiet!" Lao Tzu called out again to stop them.

How could he not know what Yuanshi was thinking? He simply looked down on Daoxuan's background and cultivation. But... his father was Hongjun, a sage of the time.

Of course, Lao Tzu believed that Jiang Daoxuan was the incarnation of the Azure Lotus after the fall of the Father God. In a sense, the three of them belonged to the same lineage and could be called brothers.

If he hadn't already become a disciple of the sage, perhaps the three of them could have had an extra little fourth brother.

Similarly, Tongtian, who was beside him, also thought so, but he still couldn't change what Yuanshi was thinking.

"Now that everyone is seated, let the sermon begin," Hongjun said, feigning to remind them, though he knew in his heart that some people were still missing.

really,

At this moment, two figures arrived late.

The man in front was about 1.6 meters tall, with a yellowish complexion, his hair tied in two buns, and wearing a plain, faded Taoist robe.

The person behind him was also sallow-faced and thin, carrying a branch in his hand, looking exactly like an ascetic monk.

It was the belated arrival of Jieyin and Zhunti.

"Greetings, Venerable Daoist. We are late and hope you will forgive us," the two said in unison.

The two of them came from the West, but the West's spiritual veins were destroyed in a great war, which is why they arrived late.

Although the two lacked talent, their cultivation had barely reached the early stage of the Great Luo realm, demonstrating their diligent practice.

"good."

Hongjun neither reprimanded them nor asked them to sit down, simply because there was only a small corner left in the hall, and no one wanted to go there.

Jieyin and Zhunti didn't complain much. Instead, they found a corner to sit down, completely unconcerned about what others thought.

However, at this very moment

Jiang Daoxuan, who had been sitting quietly to the side, suddenly spoke up: "Why don't you two masters move forward a little?"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately turned their attention to him.

He remained calm and composed, a faint smile playing on his lips, before proclaiming in a loud voice, "I observe that you two masters have come from the West."

"really."

The guide answered respectfully.

Dao Xuan then continued speaking:

"Previously, the Daoist Master fought with the Demon Ancestor Rahu, which destroyed the spiritual veins of the West, causing widespread suffering and death among the people, thus incurring karmic debts."

He then added:

"Now, the two masters have come from the West, traveling thousands of miles without complaint, only to seek the Way. Why not go a little further?"

Upon hearing this, the two immediately understood and cast grateful glances at Jiang Daoxuan. However, knowing that there were no seats available, they declined.

"My brother and I thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist, but this..."

Although he hadn't finished speaking, Jiang Daoxuan already understood. Just as he was about to suggest squeezing in, someone else spoke up first.

"Fellow Daoists, there is one here!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, thinking to themselves, "Which idiot would willingly give up such a supreme opportunity?" But when they saw who it was, they could only exclaim in surprise:

It really was you, bro!

That's right, the one who spoke was none other than Hongyun, the kindest man in the primordial world.

At this moment, he spoke to Jieyin and Zhunti with a kind smile, and at the same time left the prayer mat to squeeze next to his old friend Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi was speechless. His brows furrowed, and after a long while, they relaxed. He exclaimed:

"So be it, so be it. Since you, my old friend, are not destined for this futon, it's fine to give it to the two of them."

Hongyun chuckled, seemingly unconcerned.

Seeing this, Jieyin and Zhunti still hesitated, after all, there was only one, but there were two of them.

Jiang Daoxuan wanted to say again that they could squeeze in, but someone else spoke first.

"You, step down! You creature born from moisture and eggs, how dare you sit with us, the Three Pure Ones?!"

Yuanshi spoke suddenly, his voice filled with both pride and a desire to avenge the earlier conflict between Donghuang and others.

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng, who was sitting quietly on the futon, immediately turned pale.

In one-on-one combat, he was inferior to Yuanshi Tianzun; in a group fight, he was no match for the Three Pure Ones. So,

"snort!"

He snorted coldly and left, his gaze turning extremely icy, and he even hated Hongyun, who had voluntarily given up her seat earlier.

This happened so fast that before anyone could react, two of the prayer cushions were already empty.

Seeing this, Jiang Daoxuan helplessly rubbed his head, feeling somewhat ashamed.

It seems Hongyun can't escape this predicament; I never said you could leave.

I had only meant well by inviting Jieyin and Zhunti to come forward and listen to the teachings; it had nothing to do with me.

Now that things had come to this, Jieyin and Zhunti thanked them and took their seats.

And so the first sermon officially began.

"This sermon is the Way of the Great Luo, the Great Luo..."

Hongjun spoke slowly, accompanied by golden light and purple aura coming from the east.

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