Hao Tian and Turquoise Pool approached Kunpeng and said with no expression, "In Zixiao Palace, noise is prohibited!"

Kunpeng felt like a duck being choked, and immediately went silent. He realized that these two were clearly playing favorites, and his anger flared up once more, as even the two children he looked down upon dared to show him attitude.

Originally, he wanted to explode in rage, but when he thought of the sage's path afterwards, he forcibly suppressed his anger and forced a smile on his face, saying, "Yes."

Hao Tian and Turquoise Pool nodded to Nezha and then returned arrogantly to their guard posts; Kunpeng looked down on them, and they, in turn, looked down on Kunpeng!

Nezha, with his eight arms in constant motion, looked at Kunpeng with disdain and said, "Behave yourself. Surviving the Primordial is not about fighting and killing, but about interpersonal skills."

Just as Kunpeng suppressed his anger, Nezha's contemptuous words nearly choked him. In the billions of miles of the Beiming sea, he was always in control. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

But the cost of confrontation was too high; if he overturned the table now, all his previous endurance would be in vain. So he could only choose to endure, silently consoling himself that as long as he listened well to the teachings, there would be plenty of opportunity to deal with this little rascal after leaving Zixiao Palace.

Behind Kunpeng, Nether River's eyes showed disdain; enduring this, he thought, was truly pathetic.

Seeing that Nezha was weaving a cushion without issue, those with quick action immediately began to produce their own cushions using their best materials, though some, like the Twelve Ancestor Witches, were completely indifferent.

Emperor Jun and his brother conscientiously picked up twigs of Fusang wood and moved next to Nezha, hoping to learn. Taiyi was a bit embarrassed, but Nezha didn't mind at all; he even deliberately demonstrated to the two, though how much they could learn was up to them.

After that, Zixiao Palace became quite silent, with everyone busy with their tasks, some refining cushions, others refining seat mats, and some even crafting chopping boards.

The key was that even if they couldn't do it, they couldn't be without what others had.

During this time, many great experts also arrived at Zixiao Palace, such as the East King, the Queen Mother of the West, Long Hu Taoist, and Randeng Old Deng. These newcomers observed others but were unsure of what was happening, wondering if this was some kind of craft class.

Afraid of the saint's might, they didn't dare ask, so they followed what others were doing.

Some time later, Nezha finally completed his cushion. While it couldn't be said to be identical to Nuwa's, it was at least ninety-eight percent similar.

Nezha didn't sit down immediately; instead, he put it away, thinking a cushion can be used at any time, but cleaning up Kunpeng couldn't wait. After all, in his timeline, he had already killed Kunpeng.

While instructing Emperor Jun and Taiyi on cushion making, Nezha also waited for the Western duo. Emperor Jun and Taiyi clearly were not good at this task; even with Nezha's guidance, the results were unsatisfactory.

As the attendees to Zixiao Palace were almost all there, the duo Nezha awaited arrived. Their distinct clothing wasn't considered strange now, as fashion styles hadn't yet unified, with confidence being the ultimate beauty. After three lectures, the immortals only began to imitate Hong Jun's attire.

Rushing into Zixiao Palace, Zhunti and Jieyin looked exhausted. It wasn't because they were weak; only The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa could suppress them. Their arduous path was due to them wanting to become saints, which required undergoing more hardships.

Their comprehensive scores could rank fifth and sixth, with the top three, The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa far outclassing everyone else. While Jieyin and Zhunti surpassed Hong Yun and Kunpeng, the score gap wasn't massive. The fact that Hong Yun and Kunpeng could sit on the cushions was evidence enough.

The only way for Jieyin and Zhunti to thoroughly surpass Hong Yun and Kunpeng was by fighting for it, using any means necessary.

Entering Zixiao Palace, the first thing they noticed was the six cushions up front. Although they didn't know these were saint positions, they keenly sensed a great opportunity within.

The two exchanged a look; how could they seize the cushions?

The normal means would be to use direct violence, but in deference to the saint's authority, they dared not. However, they quickly came up with a plan.

Zhunti, already appearing battered, took deep breaths and then immediately began to cry!

Crying as he made his way forward, he led his senior brother towards the front row.

"Oh, heaven have mercy, our West is barren and distant. Seeking the path here, we've endured eighty-one hardships. Respected Daoist friends born in the prosperous East, please move aside for us!"

None of the other immortals had seen such a display before, and given that immortals back then were pure in demeanor, they found it disgraceful. While disgruntled, they all made space for Jieyin and Zhunti.

"Respected as you are, being from the spirit-rich East, excelling in virtue as you do, my brother and I are ashamed, truly ashamed!"

Thus, by relying on their quite real or half-deceptive performances, Jieyin and Zhunti cleared a path with their barefaced tenacity until they reached behind Kunpeng and Hong Yun. The only one unwilling to yield, Nether River, was brushed aside by the two. Just as they were figuring out how to have Hong Yun and Kunpeng give way, Hong Yun Ancestor spoke up. Rightfully known as an old good man—his empathy might be too strong, or perhaps his moral standards were excessively high.

Hearing Zhunti continually describe the hardships of the West and the brothers' difficult journey for enlightenment, he suddenly let out a long sigh: "For the West to be so impoverished, how can we in the East have no great moral virtue? Daoist Friend, take my place!"

He finished speaking and immediately stood up. Behind him, Zhen Yuanzi wanted to stop him but was too slow as his old friend acted too swiftly. Zhunti, quick-witted and reactive, directly pushed his senior brother into the seat.

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