In the Zixiao Palace, after Zhunti Daoist was given a seat by Hongyun Daoist, Jieyin Daoist looked at Kunpeng behind them and also came up with an idea.
"Alas, Junior Brother Zhunti, I truly envy you! To meet such a kind-hearted person as Hongyun Daoist and get a seat!"
Jieyin Daoist sighed, his eyes fixed on Kunpeng behind.
"If there's no kind person to give me a seat, I can only return to the West immediately. The heavy responsibility of restoring the West can only be entrusted to you, Junior Brother Zhunti!"
Zhunti Daoist saw that Jieyin Daoist was speaking, but his eyes were fixed on Kunpeng. He knew his senior brother's thoughts and immediately chimed in.
"Senior Brother Jieyin, don't say such things! We have lived and died together for so many years, sharing honor and disgrace. How can we part ways like this?"
Zhunti Daoist cried out loudly, appearing heartbroken.
"Since Senior Brother has no seat, how can I, Zhunti Daoist, enjoy this opportunity alone?"
"Hongyun Daoist, I will give this seat back to you. My senior brother and I will leave Zixiao Palace immediately. The most important thing for a family is to be together!"
Zhunti Daoist said he would return the seat to Hongyun Daoist, but his backside did not move. His gaze was intentionally or unintentionally on Kunpeng.
Seeing this, Hongyun Daoist seemed moved by the brotherhood between them and couldn't help but look at Kunpeng and speak softly.
"Daoist friend, look, their brotherhood is deep and sincere, and they love each other. How can we possibly separate them like this?"
Hongyun Daoist, being kind-hearted, couldn't bear to see Zhunti Daoist and Jieyin Daoist like this. He began to persuade him.
"This Daoist friend, why don't you also give up this seat? We will fulfill their brotherhood. Wouldn't that be wonderful!"
"Wonderful my foot!"
Kunpeng was immediately displeased upon hearing this.
"It's your business to give up your seat, don't involve me!"
Kunpeng flatly refused Hongyun Daoist's words, with no intention of negotiation.
If Hongyun Daoist wanted to be a good person, he could be. Kunpeng didn't care and wouldn't meddle.
But what was this magnanimity at the expense of others? This was a seat he had earned through his own strength. You want to give it away with a few casual words? Did you really think Kunpeng was so easy to deal with?
"Exactly! Hongyun, you've already screwed over Jile (Extreme Bliss), and now you're trying to drag me, Jimie (Nirvana), down with you. Do you really think treasures have no temper?"
The Jimie futon also cursed, echoing Kunpeng.
Kunpeng's character was not great, but his words were quite satisfying.
Xu Fang, upon hearing the Jimie futon's words, agreed.
To be fair, on this matter, although Hongyun Daoist meant well, he was indeed being morally manipulative.
It was no wonder that later Kunpeng would be resentful and focus all his thoughts on how to retaliate against Hongyun Daoist.
At its root, it wasn't that Kunpeng was evil and harmed others, but rather that Hongyun had brought it upon himself.
"However, how could they have known that all of this was within the calculations of that one person!"
Xu Fang sighed. He suspected that the delay of the two from the West was within the calculations of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, thus plotting against Hongyun Daoist and Kunpeng.
Therefore, even though Kunpeng was currently adamant about keeping his seat, he would have to willingly give it up later.
Zhunti Daoist and Jieyin Daoist would naturally not give up this immense opportunity just because of a few harsh words from Kunpeng.
When their moral manipulation failed, they began to cry again, as if Kunpeng were bullying them.
Seeing this, Hongyun Daoist felt even more reluctant and tirelessly persuaded Kunpeng.
Kunpeng was utterly exasperated by the three of them and finally roared.
"Enough!"
"Are you done yet? If you continue, do you believe I will attack directly?"
As Kunpeng spoke, his hands surged with mana, showing his intent to fight.
"What are you doing?"
A voice rang out. Everyone looked towards the source, and the speaker was not Hongyun Daoist or the two from the West, but Yuqing Yuanshi, who had been sitting on the futon.
Kunpeng was stunned. Hongyun Daoist and the two from the West were also stunned, never expecting someone who had no stake in the matter to suddenly speak up.
The beings in Zixiao Palace were also confused. Why would Yuqing Yuanshi, who was calmly seated on the futon, intervene in such a matter?
Xu Fang heard this and smiled slightly.
Here it comes, let the most famous speciesist in the Great Desolation deliver his representative discriminatory remarks!
"You, who are born of moisture, eggs, and hatching, have a lowly origin and inferior roots. It is already a great fortune that you can come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao Ancestor's teachings."
"Now, you dare to act out in Zixiao Palace, the sacred Daoist field, showing no reverence for the saints. You are not worthy of sitting in this position!"
Yuanshi had taken a disliking to Kunpeng earlier. This had nothing to do with his character or actions, but rather he couldn't stand seeing someone of humble origins sitting in this position, alongside himself and the other two of the Sanqing.
"Speaking like that, Daoist, you have quite a mouthful!"
Kunpeng was naturally defiant. To start by discussing one's roots and origin was provoking. If you have the guts, come out and fight honorably!
However, upon seeing Taishang and Tongtian beside Yuanshi, Kunpeng had to suppress his desire to challenge and began to present facts and reason.
"Daoist, I obtained this opportunity through my own strength. Why should I hand it over readily?"
There was no way around it. The Sanqing's origins were incomparably noble in the Great Desolation. Although their words were infuriating, one had to acknowledge them.
Moreover, the Sanqing always stuck together. If he truly clashed with Yuanshi, he would face the combined punishment of the Sanqing.
"Hmph! Enough nonsense. Your words just now have already offended a saint. Do you want to leave directly, or listen to the teachings here yourself? Choose."
Yuanshi had no intention of letting Kunpeng off the hook and continued to press him.
"This..."
Kunpeng glanced in the direction of the Sanqing. At this moment, Taishang and Tongtian, because of Yuanshi's words, were holding back their aura, seemingly ready to erupt at any moment.
Kunpeng immediately understood that if he stayed in this position any longer, the Sanqing would definitely act!
Taishang and Tongtian didn't care who sat in the back row. However, since Yuanshi had spoken, they would naturally side with their own kin.
"Fine, fine, fine! You are all powerful, noble, and amazing!"
Kunpeng saw this and knew he had no chance. He said with a bitter laugh.
He immediately stood up indignantly and retreated to the back.
He couldn't fight them, nor could he argue with them. What could a mere Kunpeng do?
Seeing this, Jieyin Daoist naturally wasted no words and sat directly on the Jimie futon, causing the Jimie futon to curse and threaten to self-destruct.
"Thank you, Hongyun Daoist, thank you, Sanqing Daoist!"
Jieyin Daoist was overjoyed and quickly expressed his gratitude to Hongyun Daoist and the Sanqing.
The Sanqing did not respond and turned their heads away.
They had witnessed the actions of the two from the West just now and naturally looked down upon them.
Yuanshi's intervention this time was merely because he was displeased with Kunpeng.
In his opinion, although the two from the West were not great, their origins and roots were far superior to Kunpeng's, making them barely worthy of sitting alongside them.
"Alright, you sit. Now the whole family is together!"
Hongyun Daoist said. The two from the West had achieved their wishes, and his satisfaction from helping others was immense. It was truly a happy occasion for all!
As for the only unhappy Daoist Kunpeng, he would probably understand.
Hongyun Daoist thought this and then went to Zhenyuanzi. Zhenyuanzi, feeling helpless, invited him to sit down together.
"Daoist friend, you must be careful of that Kunpeng!"
Zhenyuanzi warned. At this moment, hatred surged in Kunpeng's eyes, with no attempt to conceal it.
He couldn't deal with the Sanqing, so he naturally blamed everything on the meddling Hongyun.
"It's alright, it's alright. He'll understand."
Hongyun Daoist was unconcerned, unaware that he had just sown the seeds of his own demise.