Atop the high platform, Hongjun's voice resounded grandly, echoing throughout Purple Heaven Palace.
In an instant, purple mist rolled, heavenly flowers fell in profusion, and golden lotuses sprouted from the earth... Countless petals fluttered down through the sky, giving rise to a faint spiritual glow wherever they touched.
Yuan Heng widened her eyes in surprise. Holy crap, there really were heavenly phenomena!
Alright, Student Yuan Heng, a moment of surprise is enough. Pay attention to the lecture.
Realizing she was getting distracted, Yuan Heng unceremoniously smacked her own forehead.
She then closed her eyes and began to seriously feel—no, absorb—the knowledge...
As the Dao Ancestor spoke deeper into his lecture, Yuan Heng's Great Dao of Life gradually resonated with it. Flecks of emerald spiritual light seeped out from all around her, and without anyone noticing, pink spiritual flowers radiating eternal vitality bloomed around her.
Spiritual butterflies fluttered and danced around her, eventually landing on the spiritual flowers as if sipping something...
Atop the high platform, Hongjun noticed this. He raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise flashing in his eyes as he looked at Yuan Heng, who was enveloped by countless spiritual flowers.
The spiritual flowers she produced could even represent his life?!
Could her mastery of the Law of Life be a bit too good?
Ah, what to do? Such a peerless candidate—should he take her as a disciple?
Yet there seemed to be no karmic affinity of master and disciple between them... Huh? How did that affinity suddenly appear just from a single thought?
So should he...
Hongjun's voice continued preaching uninterrupted as he watched Yuan Heng make flowers bloom everywhere. Slowly, the area around Yuan Heng inside Purple Heaven Palace turned into a garden...
...Toward the later part, Yuan Heng's brows furrowed slightly as a sense of powerlessness washed over her—knowledge was no longer entering her brain.
The more she listened, the more frustrated she became. Finally, she snapped her eyes open, only to find herself completely surrounded by giant, vibrant pink flowers.
Yuan Heng: “...”
Ahhh—
Did she make all these spiritual flowers bloom everywhere?
Waaa, wasn't it rather rude to make flowers bloom indiscriminately in Purple Heaven Palace without the host's permission?
Yuan Heng abruptly stood up, only to realize that the Dao Ancestor had stopped lecturing at some unknown point, though many people still had their eyes closed, immersed in comprehending the Dao.
However, many primordial powerhouses had already digested what they gained and woken up early.
The future Six Sages were among them.
So that was how it was. No wonder knowledge stopped going into her head toward the end—it all depended on comprehension ability...
Yuan Heng looked at the Dao Ancestor with a small, apologetic expression. Hongjun didn't mind at all; looking at the polite Yuan Heng, he nodded with an unruffled expression.
She didn't do it on purpose, and these blooming flowers looked quite pretty anyway. Of course he would forgive her~
Having received the Dao Ancestor's silent sign, Yuan Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief. But just as she was about to sit down, she plunged into another form of despair.
Without her realizing, the awakened powerhouses had all fixed their gazes on her side, looking as if they were claiming something...
Noticing this, Yuan Heng's scalp tingled. She immediately fell into a new round of panicked thought.
How could she resolve these flowers that had bloomed using her Dao Charm as a catalyst? But the next moment, a resentment-filled voice came from not far in front of her.
“Fellow Daoist... your flowers have bloomed over to our side.”
Yuan Heng: “!!!”
Besides her, it was Dijun and Taiyi sitting in front of her!
They were also...
Ahhhhh...
They already disliked her... This was way too terrible.
However, things went from terrible to worse.
Because she realized that her spiritual flowers had bloomed right on top of the two brothers' heads.
Yuan Heng: “!!!”
She was finished!
How did this happen? How could it be like this...
Yuan Heng looked awkwardly at Dijun and Taiyi, who were staring back at her with eyes full of resentment.
“Um... you two Fellow Daoists have very robust vitality, huh...”
Taiyi was the most hot-tempered. He glanced at the flower on top of his head, feeling the amused gazes around them directed at him and his elder brother.
Especially from the Ancestral Witches—the mockery on their faces was blatantly obvious!
A sudden flush crept up his face, flushed pure red out of anger.
“Hey! Will there be any bad side effects if this flower dies?!”
In Purple Heaven Palace, they still had to give face to the Dao Ancestor. They didn't want to hurt others, nor did they want to hurt themselves.
Yuan Heng was astonished to hear this. Good heavens, how could she possibly have such great power?
“No, no, it's just... um, a symbol.”
Looking at Taiyi, whose face was flushed red, and Dijun, whose eyes held an unreadable expression, Yuan Heng felt like she was about to shatter into pieces.
She quickly bowed with cupped hands. “Fellow Daoists, I am truly sorry! I didn't do it on purpose.”
Please don't resort to violence.
Dijun and Taiyi exchanged a look and didn't make things too difficult for her. They simply plucked the pink flowers off their heads and held them in their hands.
Seeing this, Yuan Heng hurriedly pulled two spiritual materials from her sleeve and handed them over. “I meant no offense. Please accept these items as an apology, and pray do not take offense, Fellow Daoists.”
Good heavens, two full-grown men wearing giant pink flowers on their heads—even in modern society, that would be eye-searingly conspicuous, wouldn't it?
These were men destined to become the Demon Emperor and the Eastern Emperor! All the famous powerhouses were gathered right here in Purple Heaven Palace. This... this could be considered extremely offensive, right?
Yuan Heng pulled a gloomy face, feeling as though the things that couldn't kill her were constantly beating her up...
Waaa.
The two didn't refuse. Although governing the Demon Race required maintaining an image, they didn't rely on image anyway.
Still, being stared at like this by everyone was truly unseemly. Where were their manners?
Dijun accepted the gift and gave her a slight nod, signaling that the matter was settled. Although Taiyi felt he had lost face, Yuan Heng looked tiny and had only recently taken form; he had never liked picking on the weak, so he let it go as well.
The drama here finally drew to a close.
Yuan Heng immediately squirmed in anxiety—how on earth was she supposed to take these flowers back?
Weren't these formed from her Dao Charm? Even if they represented other people's lives, they were still her stuff.
Why couldn't she retract them... Was she truly this stupid?
Standing on her lotus, she tried several times, but in the end, none worked. She was out of options.
Her little eyes, full of expectation, turned directly toward Hongjun atop the high platform.
Dao Ancestor, save me! I'm just a weak noob, give me a hand~
Watching Yuan Heng fumble around in a fluster for ages without solving the problem, a trace of a smile tugged at the corners of Hongjun's mouth.
Hahaha... Looking at this little creature for long enough, she was actually quite cute.
Ah well, she had only recently taken form and was still young; he shouldn't be overly harsh on her.
She might be a bit of a noob, but this old Daoist would just lend her a hand.
Looking at her, Hongjun casually waved his hand. In an instant, the three thousand spiritual flowers dissolved into wisps of pink spiritual light and flowed back into Yuan Heng's body.
Yuan Heng cupped her hands, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Dao Ancestor~”
Waaa, so touching! The Dao Ancestor is such a great, kindhearted person~
Hearing Yuan Heng address him this way, Hongjun nodded in satisfaction.
See? Respectful of teachers and the Dao, with a pure and good nature... His Xuan School was in dire need of such fine talent.
Although the future Six Sages appeared to be resting with their eyes closed on the surface, they were all secretly paying close attention to everything happening with Yuan Heng.
Seeing flowers bloom on Taiyi and Dijun's heads, Tongtian almost burst out laughing, though considering the venue, he pinched his thigh to hold it in.
Looking at Yuan Heng, Jieyin and Zhunti from the West finally matched her with the owner of the spiritual butterflies.
So it was her... This Fellow Daoist seemed to share an extraordinary karmic affinity with their West.
Nuwa watched with laughter in her eyes, occasionally sending voice transmissions to Fuxi to offer a few comments.
This little Fellow Daoist was quite an intriguing person. They could certainly make friends in the future—she had a feeling they would have a lot to talk about.
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