The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 56 - 2 The Mysterious Seventh Meditation Cushion Part 1

56: Chapter 2 The Mysterious Seventh Meditation Cushion (Part 1)

56: Chapter 2 The Mysterious Seventh Meditation Cushion (Part 1)

Entering the palace gate, what first catches everyone’s sight is a primitive Tao Rune named “Dao”!

And then, a platform not more than five square meters in size, upon which two ancient cushions are placed.

On the cushion to the left, sits an old Daoist wearing a green Taoist robe, with an ethereal air, his face unclear.

He truly possesses a bit of an immortal’s aura.

Two children, as if carved from jade, stand at the sides of the Old Dao.

Whereas the other cushion on the platform remains empty.

Further down are the legendary Wind and Fire Cushions.

Lined up in a row, there are seven in total.

Li Qingming rubs his eyes, counts and counts again, muttering: “Why are there seven cushions!

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jie Yin, and Zhunti, that’s clearly six people, so why are there seven Wind and Fire Cushions?

Could the legends be mistaken?

How strange and curious!”

Unable to fathom the reason, Li Qingming decides not to ponder any further.

The truth will reveal itself soon enough!

He obediently follows behind The Three Pure Ones, walking towards the cushions ahead.

The Three Pure Ones each possess high and exceptional cultivation, all at the Early Quasi-Saint pinnacle, just a step away from breaking through to the Quasi-Saint Middle Stage.

They easily part the crowd and occupy the front three cushions.

Next, Nuwa, fiercely protected by Fu Xi, takes the fourth cushion.

The refined and dignified Fu Xi now exudes a murderous aura, his entire being swirling with the peak mana of a Daluo Golden Immortal.

A common Daluo Golden Immortal could not withstand Fu Xi’s presence.

Moreover, this is Zixiao Palace, the Saint’s Arena.

Even if some Daluo Golden Immortals are enraged, they dare not fight in this place.

Left with no choice, they turn their gaze towards the last three cushions.

“Swish!”

“Whoosh!”

A red light and a black light nearly simultaneously appear above the cushions.

After the flash, the Daoists occupying them reveal themselves—the fifth cushion goes to Kunpeng, while the sixth is claimed by Hong Yun.

The speed of these two could be considered unparalleled in the Primordial world; that they occupied these two cushions is within reasonable expectations.

As for the seventh cushion!

Daluo Golden Immortals glower at each other, everyone channels their mana and lunges towards the seventh cushion.

“Boom!”

White light, golden light, blue light…

A spectrum of lights flickers, and despite no magic or Magic Treasures being used, they turn the grand Zixiao Palace into a haze of smoke and shadows.

“No clamouring in Zixiao Palace!

If there’s a next time, leave of your own accord!” declares Hong Jun from the platform, accompanied by an overwhelming pressure.

It’s so powerful that it seems to suffocate all the guests within the Zixiao Palace.

“We acknowledge our wrongdoing!”

Everyone bows their heads in continuous kowtows.

“What fools, do they not know that although that cushion is an incredible treasure, it’s also a hot potato!”

Li Qingming, with a mentality of watching the fun, is in no rush since he’s secured the Hongmeng Purple Qi and his ascension to Saint is imminent.

He takes pleasure in watching the scramble among the crowd.

Isn’t this a kind of delight too!

Just then, two Daoists that Li Qingming has been eagerly anticipating arrive at the doorway.

“Elder brother, after all our trials and tribulations, we’ve finally made it to Zixiao Palace!” Zhunti, in his tattered clothes, limping his way in with his broken bowl in his left hand.

“Little brother, indeed the Chaos is filled with dangers!

With earth, water, fire, and wind rampaging violently, if we’re spared in the future, let’s not venture into this Chaos anymore!” Jie Yin also appears disheveled and his countenance is the epitome of misery.

Li Qingming watched wordlessly as the two struggled to support each other at the entrance, and three words abruptly flashed in his mind: “Sharp Bros!” He was also filled with utter astonishment.

One would think that these two were at the middle stage of Daluo Golden Immortal.

If not for the most wretched luck, how could they have ended up so utterly disheveled?

In Zixiao Palace, where Daluo Golden Immortals abound and even those who’ve newly entered Taiyi are numerous, no one else seemed as bedraggled as these two.

Indeed, it was bizarre!

What Li Qingming didn’t understand was that the Heavenly Dao had decreed that Jie Yin and Zhunti depart from the Taoist way and establish their own Buddhist Sect.

Thus, on their journey, layers of obstacles were set to block their path of seeking the Dao.

Yet under the Great Dao, there’s a sliver of hope; and so these two managed to turn peril into safety at every turn, arriving at Zixiao Palace without harm.

This resulted in the scene before them now.

“Brother, there’s still one seat left.

You go take a rest first!” Zhunti, after voicing his grievances for a while to Jie Yin, noticed there was one seat remaining in the first row and pulled Jie Yin over to it.

Although many Daluo Golden Immortals wished to obstruct them, the memory of their recent actions left them cold-hearted and reticent.

Thus, they all watched the two with begrudging eyes.

“Bang!”

Unexpectedly, as soon as Jie Yin settled on the cushion, it fiercely ejected him out.

Jie Yin, caught off guard, was flung a good thirty feet away.

This episode left Li Qingming so shocked that his jaw nearly dropped.

Curiously, he scanned the seventh cushion with his Primordial Spirit.

As his Primordial Spirit passed over, he felt as if there was nothingness there.

Rubbing his eyes, indeed, a cushion was there.

Despite myriad questions, it was not appropriate to probe further.

“How miserable!

Wooooo, to think that we two brothers travelled millions of miles from the Western region to Outer Heaven Chaos.

We’ve suffered countless hardships, and finally, we hurried to Zixiao Palace, only to find not a single spot to rest our feet.

What are we to do, oh, what are we to do!” Zhunti sat in place and howled inconsolably.

His appearance was enough to break the hearts of onlookers and bring tears to their eyes.

But who were the people in Zixiao Palace?

Those who made it to Zixiao Palace were staunch seekers of the path, who would not so easily be moved by Zhunti’s dramatic display to feel sympathy, would they?

The crowd looked on with cold indifference.

“We might as well die!” Seeing no response from the audience, Zhunti suddenly stood up and charged toward a pillar in Zixiao Palace.

“Do you wish to defile this pure and quiet Saint’s Arena?” Li Qingming’s lips curled with a hint of sarcasm as he abruptly called out.

Zhunti, full of impetus, was startled by Li Qingming’s sudden questioning and awkwardly halted, his face turning a deep shade of iron blue.

His heart was filled with boundless resentment, “Li Qingming, it’s always Li Qingming ruining my plans!

Should an opportunity arise, I will flay you, strip your bones, and cast you into the fires at the heart of the earth to burn for millions of years!”

“Yes, Zhunti Fellow Daoist, can you not talk this through calmly?

What troubles could be so hopeless?

If not, I can offer you my seat!” Hong Yun’s eyes flashed with a different color as he suddenly got up from his seat and said.

“If so, many thanks, Fellow Daoist!” Without waiting for Hong Yun to settle down, Zhunti swiftly took his place.

Everyone casted a look of contempt at Zhunti, and while looking at Hong Yun, there was a hint of mockery.

In their eyes, this cushion must carry a special significance; how else could there be exactly seven, no more no less?

When Zhunti’s gaze turned to Kunpeng, his eyeballs rolled as he said, “My brother has yet to find a place to rest, may I trouble Fellow Daoist to make some room?

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Kunpeng gave Zhunti a gloomy glance and stayed silent!

“Fellow Daoist, please let us use the seat!” Both Zhunti and Jie Yin simultaneously reduced their cultivation to their lowest limit and pressed together towards Kunpeng.