The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 57 - 3 The Mysterious Seventh Meditation Cushion Part 2

57: Chapter 3: The Mysterious Seventh Meditation Cushion (Part 2)

57: Chapter 3: The Mysterious Seventh Meditation Cushion (Part 2)

The Kunpeng, with anger boiling in his heart, glared at the two with eyes that seemed to be shooting fire.

Suddenly, he unleashed the cultivation of a Daluo Golden Immortal in the late stage.

Zhunti and Jieyin were so shocked by the momentum that they turned somersaults backward.

“You hairy beast, what qualifications do you have to sit on an equal footing with us?” Zhunti, furious and embarrassed, blurted out scolding.

A glint of amusement flashed in Li Qingming’s eyes as he thought to himself: “Interesting, now the show is going to start!”

All the avian members of the Demon Race, including Di Jun, Taiyi, and Bi Fang, looked at Zhunti with fury, realizing that his words had just offended all avian demon beasts in the Primordial.

So he quickly tried to remedy, “Fellow Daoists, I meant no discrimination against the Demon Race!

This Daoist, although a Primordial Species, is not well-renowned.

How could such an obscure individual deserve to sit with us?

Besides, Di Jun and the two Fellow Daoists from the Sun Star, born noble, haven’t even taken their seats, what right does a spirit of the North Sea have to sit on a cushion?”

Although Di Jun and Taiyi were pleased to hear this, their faces still showed undiminished anger.

“Alright!

Fellow Daoists, that was my fault just now, I was only targeting Kunpeng, please forgive me for that!” Zhunti really had no shame in doing anything just for a seat.

“Zhunti, you truly are shameless!” Kunpeng ground his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

“Yes, Kunpeng Fellow Daoist, why don’t you make some room?

Look at them, they are in a sorry state, asking for a seat is not too much!” Hong Yun, ever the nice guy, can sometimes be truly obnoxious.

Li Qingming watched the scene with a cold eye, thinking to himself, “Hong Yun, oh Hong Yun, what are you really thinking?

Is it just simply to cede a place to Zhunti?”

Kunpeng’s face turned ashen, he gave Jieyin and Zhunti a hateful look, then swept an ominous gaze over Hong Yun, but stood up and said, “Jieyin, Zhunti, and you thief Hong Yun!

This matter is far from over between us!”

Jieyin and Zhunti merely snickered and continued sitting on their cushions, saying nothing more.

“Come on, Kunpeng Fellow Daoist!

Why bother with such petty people, don’t get angry over such a small matter, come sit with us!” Di Jun stepped forward and said.

The already embarrassed Kunpeng took Di Jun’s offer as an out, nodded coldly, and followed Di Jun and the others to a corner of Zixiao Palace, and sat down cross-legged.

“Hahaha, Hong Jun old friend!

Is there a seat for me, Yang Mei?”

Yang Mei, dressed in a green Daoist robe, holding a green silk ribbon, and bringing along Li Yanran, entered the palace with a leisurely demeanor.

“Fellow Daoist jests, these cushions on the platform have long been prepared for you!” Hong Jun smiled faintly, pointing to a cushion by his side.

“In that case, thank you, Fellow Daoist!”

Yang Mei unceremoniously took his place on the cushion on the right side of the platform, while Li Yanran stood tranquilly behind him.

His sitting down caused quite a stir below.

“Who is this Daoist?

How come I have never heard of him?”

“I heard he’s a Great Power from the same era as Saint Hong Jun!”

“A thousand years ago, when everyone encircled Luo Hou, that Yang Mei Immortal was one of them!”

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“Qingmingzi, you take a seat on that seventh cushion!” Hong Jun didn’t interrupt the crowd’s discussion, just pointed at the seventh cushion in the first row and said nonchalantly.

Li Qingming, who was inwardly laughing at Yang Mei’s lack of fame, now filled with puzzlement as Hong Jun called out to him.

“What?

That seventh cushion is for me?

What’s going on?”

“Hehe, Master!

I’m quite comfortable sitting here!” Li Qingming’s face looked strange as he hastily shook his head.

“Eh?

Why should he get to sit there!” Many were indignant in their hearts.

“Master, what merits does this person possess to enjoy the seventh meditation cushion?” A brawny man with a pair of horns and cultivation at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level stood up and, with a long bow, spoke.

People next to him kept tugging at his robe, but the man stubbornly continued: “The first six are all great cultivators above Daluo Golden Immortal, and we are convinced by their sitting upon the cushions.

This small daoist, with his unremarkable aura and seemingly devoid of any cultivation, what qualifications does he have to sit on that seventh meditation cushion?”

“Hehe…”

Di Jun and Taiyi, who originally had unpleasant expressions, burst into laughter hearing the man’s words.

“Hey Old Niu, don’t be foolish!

That guy is the ‘God of Slaughter’, the ‘God of Slaughter’!” The person seated cross-legged next to Old Niu could no longer restrain himself and whispered urgently.

“‘God of Slaughter’?

What ‘God of Slaughter’?

I am the ‘Niu God’!” Old Niu seemed truly obtuse.

It has been just over a thousand years since the end of the Dragon Han Calamity, and yet, there are those who have forgotten the nickname of Li Qingming.

“What?

‘God of Slaughter’!” Regaining his senses after a long while, Old Niu exclaimed in shock, saying, “Why didn’t you remind me sooner!”

“I did remind you!” The daoist next to Old Niu appeared somewhat aggrieved.

“That’s because you didn’t remind me clearly enough!” Old Niu’s expression twisted, and his face turned ashen.

“God of Slaughter, sir, this Little Demon was blind to your greatness like a mole to Mount Taishan.

I beg your generous pardon, please don’t take offense at a Little Demon like me!”

Li Qingming gave Old Niu a smile, and chose not to speak.

With Li Qingming’s current level of cultivation realm, he was not about to take offense at a Little Demon, even though it seemed he had been offended.

This was something Li Qingming enjoyed.

“Qingmingzi, I am fully aware of your sacrifices during the Dragon Han Calamity.

There is no need for you to hide them, and furthermore, as the first disciple of three generations in our Taoist sect, you deserve to sit in this seat!”

Hong Jun’s voice was calm, with a hint of subtle authority, clearly not wishing to be rejected by Li Qingming again.

Left with no further excuses, Li Qingming shook his head helplessly and said, “In that case, I thank you, Ancestral Master!”

He then stood up briskly and walked over to the seventh meditation cushion, where he sat down cross-legged.

All guests from Zixiao Palace who had been ready to see Li Qingming bounced off by the meditation cushion were now shocked, their eyes wide open.

“How can he be unharmed?”

“Could it be that this seat is destined for Li Qingming?”

Li Qingming, sitting on the meditation cushion, felt a cold current rush out from the cushion, fierce as a tiger descending a mountain, swiftly penetrating his body, bringing extreme comfort! freeωebnovēl.c૦m

“What a treasure, to possess such an effect!”

Li Qingming sighed inwardly with great amazement.

Now that everyone was seated, those who were unhappy could no longer dare to contend for the seats.

Old Tao Hong Jun, sitting on the platform, after taking a glance around Zixiao Palace, stated indifferently: “From now on, you should all sit in this order, without arbitrary changes.”

“Old friend, after my lecture, we can catch up.

Is that agreeable to you?”

Hong Jun was, as a friend, not a bad one.

“Hahahaha, Fellow Daoist, proceed with your lecture!”

Yang Mei burst into a loud, hearty laugh as he looked up to the heavens!