"Bah! What Great Dao mystic technique? I don't care.”
Di Jiang, who was blasted out by Hongjun, widened his eyes and said in exasperation.
The little girl from the Jade Lake was so frightened that her face turned pale. Haotian was also shocked. It was the first time they had seen such a disrespectful creature in the Untainted Land.
Emperor Jiang looked at Haotian and Yaochi coldly, then turned into a human-faced, bird-bodied, red-scaled Ancestor of Sorcery with four wings on his back and six claws on his chest, abdomen, and legs. He flew 280,000 miles and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
In the Purple Cloud Palace, many people had broken through their realms and were overjoyed.
After three thousand years of listening, most people had their own gains. Only Houtu did not gain anything after three thousand years of listening and thus returned home.
On the high platform, Hongjun said,"The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Dao technique ends here. Go back and digest it. At that time, the second lecture of the Purple Cloud Palace will teach you the Quasi-Saint Dao Fruit!"”
Hearing that Hongjun wanted to take in a disciple, Houtu stayed. In any case, he had already stayed for 3,000 years. He did not care about this time. He would see who Hongjun would take as his disciples.
"Thank you, Dao Ancestor!"
"Thank you, teacher!"
Everyone prostrated on the ground and thanked Hongjun.
The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Dao Fruit was not worth mentioning. Becoming a Quasi-Sage was what everyone hoped for. After the Dragon Han Great Tribulation, the number of Sage-to-be had plummeted. Now, the high-level combat strength of the Untainted Land was only at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm. There were very few who could become Sage-to-be.
"Hongjun nodded and said," I will have a few disciples who will spread the Dao of Taoism in the world.”
A Saint wanted to take in a disciple?
After hearing this, everyone's hearts began to beat.
Hongjun was now the only Sage in the entire Primordial World. Even the boy was a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. If he could become the disciple of the Dao Ancestor, he would at least cultivate until he was a Sage-to-be.
For some reason, Xuan Qing felt that Hongjun's vision was focused on him.
When Hongjun looked at Xuan Qing, the others also looked at Xuan Qing with envy.
Wasn't that easy to say? After coming to the Purple Cloud Palace, it was obvious that Hongjun treated Xuan Qing completely differently.
Xuan Qing was fine lying on the three praying mats, but Emperor Jiang was chased out. The difference in treatment was like the difference between heaven and earth.
Of course, Xuan Qing didn't mind. From the beginning, he knew that the Sage would take him as a disciple, so he wasn't too surprised.
As for the others, even if they became Supreme Martial Artists 'bootlickers and begged Hongjun to take them in as disciples, Hongjun would not pay attention to them. Hongjun accepted disciples on behalf of the Heavenly Dao, and his disciples were all Saints.
Who would be so free that they would create a bunch of saints to dance in the Primordial World and dilute their authority?
Although Hongjun had yet to integrate with the Heavenly Dao and become a heartless Heavenly Dao machine, he was not much different. His actions were subject to the Heavenly Dao.
Therefore, other than the people sitting on the purple futons, there was no need to look at the others.
No chance.
Zhunti and Jieyin looked at Hongjun with eager eyes. Their pitiful looks almost made Xuan Qing burst into laughter.
It seemed that the two of them were prepared. If Hongjun did not accept the two of them as disciples, they would kill themselves on the pillars of the Purple Cloud Palace.
As for Nüwa, her face was as cold as ice.
She had been expressionless ever since she destroyed the image of the icy beauty.
She was not particularly interested in Hongjun taking in a disciple. She did not like to fight, so she did not have much desire to become a Saint.
However, in fact, the first Hongjun disciple to become a Saint was Nuwa.
This was similar to ten consecutive draws. There was no burden in his heart, but instead, there would be a divine draw.
Seeing that Xuan Qing did not look too excited, Hongjun retracted his gaze.
"Xuan Qing, you were formed from Pangu's origin soul, so you can be my eldest disciple!”
"Disciple greets teacher."
Xuan Qing naturally bowed according to the procedure.
What he thought was a matter of course, the Eastern Emperor Dijun and the others were especially jealous.
Many Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals among the 3,000 listeners were also itching to see it. It was like a rich man's beauty pageant, hoping that they could be chosen by Hongjun and reach the sky in one step.
"Xuan Qing, you were formed from Pangu's origin soul, so you can be my second disciple!”
Xuan Qing was stunned.
Everyone was stunned.
What was going on?
He had just made Xuan Qing the eldest disciple, so why was he making her the second disciple? Wasn't this too ridiculous?
After being stunned for a moment, Xuan Qing could only say,"Disciple greets teacher."
"Xuan Qing, you were formed from Pangu's origin soul, so you can be my third disciple!”
Xuan Qing.
What the hell was going on? Hongjun had become a recorder.
Could it be that his appearance had caused some strange bug to appear in the Heavenly Dao? Or was Hongjun stuck?
Although Xuan Qing knew that his Three Pure Ones were one and the same, there was no need for Hongjun to take him as his disciple three times.
However, Hongjun himself was also speechless because this was the will of the Heavenly Dao. The choice of the Heavenly Dao was unquestionable.
Although it felt a little strange, as the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun braced himself and did it.
As for the others below the stage, they were even more dumbfounded. They wanted to become Hongjun's disciples, but Xuan Qing had taken over the first, second, and third disciples. How could they live?
Nuwa blushed. For some reason, she found the scene before her extremely comical.
"Nuwa, you will have a great opportunity in the future, and you will have great fortune. You can become my disciple!”
Hearing that she had become Hongjun's disciple, Goddess Nvywa changed her mind and was a little excited. She greeted Hongjun.
This time, Zhunti and Jieyin were ecstatic.
The others also saw that something was wrong.
It seemed that Hongjun's disciples were arranged according to the people sitting on the purple futons.
For a moment, those who didn't get a purple futon felt regret. Many people looked at Xuan Qing, who occupied the three seats, with anger and resentment in their eyes.
If it wasn't for Xuan Qing occupying the three spots, they might have had the chance to become Dao Ancestor's disciples.
Among them, the one who was furious and arrogant was Kun Peng. He originally occupied a spot, but the duck in his hand flew away just like that.
His gaze could almost kill people as he stared at Hongyun.
It was as if he wanted to swallow Hong Yun whole.
If this idiot hadn't given up his position, how could I have been beaten down by Jieyin Zhunti?
Many people looked at Hongyun with ridicule and mockery.
Are you dumb? A disciple of a Saint? How could you just hand him over to someone else and even take in a bunch of enemies? Only a fool like Hongyun would do a business that would make him lose so much money that he wouldn't even have his pants.
The two from the west were anxious. Hongjun did not even mention their names. Could it be that they were not in the right position and the Saint did not intend to accept them?
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