Chapter 41 Establishing Authority
Everyone was secretly alarmed. Under this force, every move was fraught with difficulty, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, making every step extremely difficult.
Yuanshi sensed this aura, suddenly looked up, and gazed ahead.
"This is a sacred place, how dare you be so presumptuous?" Yaochi said solemnly, mimicking Chang Hao's instructions. "If you have any grudges, settle them outside Zixiao Palace. If you cause trouble here, please leave." Although young, her words carried a certain authority and an unassailable air.
"Get out of here, brat," Gonggong waved his hand impatiently. "So what if he's a sage? Can he compare to the great god Pangu?"
I thought it was someone else, but there are only two cubs, and he can hold them both in one hand.
Gonggong wouldn't stop. Even if he demolished Zixiao Palace, so what? An unknown so-called sage suddenly appeared. Who knows if he was just a fraud?
However, Dijiang stopped Gonggong's fist and shook his head. Since the owner of this place had sent someone to stop them, they should still give him the face he deserved.
Zhu Rong was even more decisive, sending dozens of fire snakes to entwine and attack indiscriminately.
"Zhurong, stop!" Houtu was exhausted. Her brothers, apart from their big size, had no brains at all. It was obvious that these two children were not the main character. Since the main character hadn't arrived, the imposing manner she had just displayed was a show of force from these two children.
Gonggong violently shook off Dijiang's hand. No one could stop his determination to take revenge. He fixed his gaze on Tongtian and charged at him with his massive body, intending to tear Tongtian apart with his bare hands.
"Houtu..." Xuanming stood in front of Houtu, gave her a wink, pushed her back, and stepped forward without hesitation. The fishbone transformed into a bone arrow, carrying the extremely yin and cold Xuanyou Qi, and stabbed towards Tongtian without mercy.
Their witch clan has always stood together through thick and thin, which is how they gained a foothold. Now, they can't help but also hold others back and become a laughing stock.
Chang Hao raised his hand, and all the attacks were paused. Gonggong rolled his only movable eyeball. What happened?
The next moment, Zhu Rong, Xuan Ming, and Gong Gong, who ignored all advice and insisted on going their own way, were thrown out of Zixiao Palace by Chang Hao. The gate of Zixiao Palace was not closed, but Zhu Rong, Xuan Ming, and Gong Gong got up and tried to re-enter Zixiao Palace, but could not find the door.
Enraged, the three met up and decided to demolish the Zixiao Palace and force their way in.
Chang Hao's expression darkened slightly. This was the troublemaker disrupting the class. Everyone, stop listening! Hongjun's sermon is something that all living beings in the primordial world urgently need. How can we allow this disturbance?
His eyes turned from black to gold, and through the Purple Cloud Palace, he glanced at the feet of the three people. He saw that Zhu Rong, Xuan Ming, and Gong Gong had stepped into empty air and fell straight from the chaos into the primordial world.
Everyone in the hall witnessed it: how could a powerful Ancestral Witch, with the strength of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, fall into the air?
He couldn't help but feel a chill. He couldn't be the next one. If a mere child could have such abilities, then what kind of demeanor must the sage Hongjun be?
Many people immediately straightened their posture, found a place, sat cross-legged, and calmed their minds.
Chang Hao made a move, and Yao Chi immediately said, "Anyone who causes trouble again will be expelled from Zixiao Palace immediately."
The hall was completely silent; no one wanted to try again, and all eyes were fixed on Dijiang and Houtu.
Dijiang and Houtu were like being roasted on a fire, unable to leave or stay.
"Sister, I'm going to check on Gonggong and the others. You stay in Zixiao Palace and listen to the lecture in peace." Dijiang considered the overall situation. Although Gonggong and the others were a bit impulsive, their initial intentions were good. They were just being a bit reckless inappropriately.
"But..." Houtu was in a dilemma. Should she stay for the sake of the Wu tribe, or leave together?
“Sister Houtu, come sit next to me,” Nuwa called out. “It is rare to encounter a sage preaching the Dao. It would be a pity to leave. Why not stay and listen? Perhaps it can help resolve the problem of the Wu tribe’s primordial spirit.”
Upon hearing this, Houtu could distinguish between the future of the Wu tribe and momentary impulses, so she sat down cross-legged beside Nuwa.
As the farce came to an end, Chang Hao led Yao Chi back to the inner palace. He felt Yuan Shi's gaze lingering on him. Of course, it wasn't just Yuan Shi whose gaze was fixed on him; all three thousand Zi Xiao guests below were assessing Hong Jun through Chang Hao and Yao Chi.
But Yuan Shi's eyes were different. At first, he was puzzled, then he confirmed something, and then he was surprised, confused, and heartbroken.
As Chang Hao was leaving, he couldn't help but turn back and glance at Yuan Shi. In Yuan Shi's eyes, the silence seemed to convey a thousand words.
After Chang Hao left, Yuanshi became much more depressed. Tongtian was most sensitive to his emotions. He sat upright for a moment, as still as a mountain, just like a gentle breeze without any ripples.
"Hongjun, three thousand years have passed, it's time for your lecture." Chang Hao woke the absent-minded Hongjun. Yaochi was not present at the moment, so even the honorific title was omitted.
"Hmm," Hongjun mumbled in response, already used to it. When Yaochi was around, Chang Hao was very respectful to him, always obedient and calling him "Teacher." But when Yaochi was gone, he just called him "Hongjun."
Hongjun racked his brains and suddenly asked, "Chang Hao, what do you think I should say?"
Chang Hao's mind went blank for a moment. What did that mean?
"What do you mean by 'what to say'?" Chang Hao was utterly shocked. "Didn't you think about preparing lessons for the past three thousand years?"
"What does 'preparing a lesson' mean?" This was Hongjun's first time preaching, and the people in the hall were of varying quality, making it a real challenge for him. If they were all like the Three Pure Ones, he could directly teach the Path of Quasi-Saints. But a small portion of them had just broken through to the Great Luo realm, and most were still Taiyi Golden Immortals. This... he had no experience with it...
"You cultivated yourself from humble beginnings to become a Quasi-Saint. How did you cultivate?" Hongjun, who became a Quasi-Saint the moment he appeared in the world, truly did not understand how to cultivate at a lower level.
Chang Hao's lips twitched. "Everyone's path is different. You can only talk about the common things. Profound cultivation starts from the ground up. It would be better to first explain the path to them and sort out the theoretical knowledge so that everyone can form an effective cultivation plan and avoid taking detours. If there is enough time, you can also teach some techniques, weapon crafting, alchemy and other skills."
Chang Hao, who has already stepped into the Quasi-Saint realm, also needs someone to help him organize his theoretical knowledge, since he is a self-taught individual.
“That makes sense,” Hongjun said thoughtfully. “I will follow your advice.”
"Eh," Yaochi exclaimed, standing guard in front of the water mirror, "These two Taoists look so down on their luck." For Yaochi, listening to Hongjun's sermon was too early, so she was naturally not very interested and couldn't help but pay attention to the various appearances of the beings in the water mirror, and also try to recognize the people.
Hongjun and Changhao were both sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, and in an instant they moved to the place where they were sitting cross-legged in Yaochi and looked at the water mirror.
“I recognize these two,” Chang Hao said as he looked at them.
The mirror showed that as soon as the two Taoists entered Zixiao Palace, they looked around, exchanged a glance, and tacitly squeezed into the futon next to each other.
Zhunti cried out in anguish, “My Western Paradise is suffering…” His words were filled with Daoist rhymes that stirred his seven emotions and six desires. He was truly suffering. The heavens had killed the dragon and the phoenix, and they were actually fighting in the West, causing the spiritual veins of the West to be severed.
"My fellow disciple and I have traveled all the way from the Western Paradise, wholeheartedly pursuing the Dao, but unexpectedly we have failed to be among the top ranks." For a moment, a mournful wind swept through Zixiao Palace, and those who heard it were heartbroken and those who saw it wept.
Jieyin wiped away his tears and pretended to persuade him, "Junior brother, get up. It is our fate that is so unfortunate, that we do not have the fortune to sit on this futon."
"We bear the hopes of the West; if we cannot hear the Dao, how can we face returning to the West?" Zhunti threw himself to the ground and wept bitterly. The onlookers from Zixiao Palace, those with weak minds, all had sorrow in their eyes, as if they were sighing for the two brothers.
Weeping echoed throughout Zixiao Palace, drawing condemning glances from the crowd. The sobs pierced the hearts of the six people sitting on prayer cushions, hoping to evoke their sympathy and prompt them to offer their seats.
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