Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation-Chapter 203 - 185: Taking a Disciple_2

East King did not sit down, but waited quietly.

Hong Jun Ancestor merely glanced at East King, and then shifted his gaze onto The Three Pure Ones.

East King immediately sensed something wrong.

His feeling was correct, as the Hong Jun’s placid voice rang out.

"The Three Pure Ones, as Pangu Descendants, carry the Heaven Creation Merit, are you willing to take me as your teacher?"

The Three Pure Ones, visibly excited, immediately responded: "We pay respect to our Teacher!"

Hong Jun nodded, and from behind him three streams of Hongmeng Purple Qi wafted out and entered the bodies of The Three Pure Ones.

Hong Jun’s gaze shifted again, causing everyone’s hearts to tense up, calling inwardly: Choose me! Choose me!

Hope surged in East King’s heart once more as he anxiously watched Hong Jun Ancestor.

"Nuwa, by the mandate of heaven, will be endowed with great Merit, are you willing to become my disciple?"

Hong Jun’s voice resounded once more.

Fu Xi’s joy was fully evident on his face, and he almost wanted to agree on behalf of his sister, but eventually he restrained himself.

Nuwa strove to suppress the excitement in her heart, and said: "Disciple is willing."

A stream of Hongmeng Purple Qi drifted out from behind Hong Jun Ancestor and entered Nuwa’s body.

"Brother."

Donghuang Taiyi could not help but express his worry.

After all, if Nuwa became a Saint, would the Demon Clan follow the orders of Emperor Jun or obey the will of the Saint in the future?

At that moment, a flicker of murderous intent flashed through Donghuang Taiyi’s heart.

At the same time, Donghuang Taiyi was very discontented with Hong Jun Ancestor’s acceptances of disciples, wondering why his brother, clearly the highest in cultivation realm, couldn’t become a disciple of the Saint.

Di Jun understood Donghuang Taiyi’s intention and said smilingly, "It’s fine, if a Saint can emerge from our Demon Clan, it’s an event to celebrate."

Di Jun’s words were not concealed from Fu Xi, and thus fell into Fu Xi’s ears as well.

Fu Xi, being a perceptive man, instantly grasped the implications and couldn’t help but feel a surge of fear.

Even if his sister became a Saint’s disciple, if Emperor Jun truly disregarded everything else, his sister’s life might not be guaranteed.

He resolved in his heart that, after the preaching ended, he should have a thorough discussion with his sister on how to navigate within the Demon Clan.

Four of the positions of Saints had been taken, leaving three.

Though the hopes had diminished, the hearts of the congregation still harbored expectations.

However, at this time, Hong Jun Ancestor’s gaze ceased moving, as if he was contemplating something.

The congregation didn’t dare make any rash movements, fearing they would negatively impact their impressions in front of Hong Jun Ancestor.

And at this time, the most awkward was East King, who still stood within the Purple Cloud Palace, the sole creature standing.

As time trickled away, the Purple Cloud Palace remained quiet.

Apart from The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Di Jun, the spirits of all other creatures were extremely tense, feeling an immense pressure. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Daoist Hong Yun and Daoist Kun Peng felt an even greater pressure, for they had begun to sense an ominous air.

Up to now, all four disciples chosen by Saint Hong Jun were those originally seated on the first row of cushions.

Initially, both of them had sat upon these two cushions and felt immense opportunities within.

After switching their cushions, that sensation was no longer there.

Daoist Kun Peng glared at Daoist Hong Yun, then looked at Hong Jun Ancestor, yet his gaze occasionally drifted towards Daoist Jie Yin’s spot.

That was originally his place.

As time slowly passed, Hong Jun Ancestor still showed no intention of speaking.

At this moment, Daoist Zhun Ti and Daoist Jie Yin exchanged a look, then both left their cushions.

With a thud, the two brothers knelt down simultaneously.

"Please, Saint, take my brother and me as your disciples."

Daoist Zhun Ti’s wailing cry arose, with Daoist Jie Yin also kneeling beside, his face filled with sorrow.

Again?

The crowd, witnessing this scene, felt an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.

This scene, so strikingly similar to the one during Saint’s first preaching.

They couldn’t possibly succeed, could they?

Apart from Di Jun, this thought inevitably arose in the minds of the beings within the Purple Cloud Palace.

A Saint is taking disciples, could he really be coerced in such a manner?

"Please, Saint, take pity on us. The lands to the West are barren, the earth veins destroyed, my brother and I toil daily, painstakingly repairing the Western Earth Veins, daring not to slack off in the slightest."

"Considering our hard work, I implore the Saint to accept us both as disciples."

Daoist Zhun Ti, completely disregarding his image, pleaded ardently as he wept and wailed.

Daoist Jie Yin, with a similarly sorrowful expression, said, "The pressure on my brother and me is also extremely immense."

"Facing the endless lands of the Western Primordial, our Cultivation Realms are limited, making the repair process excessively slow."

"Whenever I think of this, both Daoist Zhun Ti and I feel intense pain in our hearts, feeling a sense of guilt towards the Western land that raised us."

"Moreover, with the Demon Path rampant in the Western land, we also have to contend with them."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Zhun Ti couldn’t help but speak again, "I beseech the Saint to take us as disciples; we will devote ourselves wholeheartedly to restoring the Western Earth Veins."

Daoist Jie Yin at this moment said, "Even if the Saint does not accept us as disciples, we have no complaints."

"However, behind the Demon Path stands Demon Ancestor Luo Hou; we are two individuals without any backing. If one day we perish and our Dao vanishes, we only ask the Saint not to forget the Western land, and to find someone to repair its Earth Veins."

Daoist Zhun Ti and Daoist Jie Yin alternately voiced their woes, their cries unceasing.

And they firmly grasped the advantage they held—the repair of the Western Primordial Earth Veins.

This was the only edge they could present compared to other beings of equal cultivation realms.

After a long period of their lamentations, the gaze of Hong Jun finally shifted back to them.

They exchanged a knowing look in secret, and wept even more vehemently.

"Silence."

The voice of Hong Jun sounded.

Daoist Zhun Ti and Daoist Jie Yin immediately quieted down, no longer daring to sob, but the sorrow on their faces deepened instead of disappearing.

Looking at Daoist Zhun Ti and Daoist Jie Yin, Hong Jun spoke.

"You two possess great determination, committing yourselves day after day to the cultivation of the Primordial land’s veins, which indeed is a meritorious deed."

At these words from Hong Jun, the hearts of Daoist Zhun Ti and Daoist Jie Yin quietly rejoiced, though their expressions remained unchanged.

Meanwhile, the countenances of everyone in Purple Cloud Palace were far from pleasant.

"However..."

This word made Daoist Zhun Ti and Daoist Jie Yin’s hearts shudder, while a glimmer of hope arose anew within the inhabitants of the Purple Cloud Palace.

"However, you two have already pioneered a new path, which already differs from my Dao."

As the words of Hong Jun fell, Daoist Jie Yin spoke.

"Humbly reporting to the Saint, initially Demon Ancestor Luo Hou led us two to fall into the Demon Path. Had we not created this method, we might have already become marionettes of the Demon Ancestor."

"We implore the Saint to discern, the new path we’ve taken is also based on the foundation of the Immortal Dao."

Seeing Daoist Jie Yin and Daoist Zhun Ti were on the verge of lamenting again, Hong Jun spoke once more.

"Well, enough. You two shall join my sect as Registered Disciples. Are you willing?"

"Willing, very willing."

"Daoist Jie Yin pays his respects to Master."

"Daoist Zhun Ti pays his respects to Master."

The two hurriedly agreed, as if fearing the Saint might retract the offer.

The sorrowful look on their faces was nowhere to be seen, replaced by full-faced smiles.

Hongmeng Purple Qi from behind Hong Jun entered into the bodies of the two brothers.

"Senior Brother."

"Junior Brother."

They called each other with a smile, settled back onto their cushions.

Is this also possible?

The beings within Purple Cloud Palace, gazing at the Hongmeng Purple Qi behind Hong Jun, seemed to have found their method.

Some shameless beings immediately followed suit, crying incessantly about their difficulties in cultivation, about how hard their journeys were.

Within Purple Cloud Palace, the sounds of weeping rose all at once.

Regrettably, these beings failed to notice the evaluation Hong Jun had made of the two from the Western land.

And those logical beings, observing these shameless ones, felt a mingled sense of embarrassment and disdain.

Daoist Hong Yun, seeing that Daoist Jie Yin and Daoist Zhun Ti were indeed accepted by the Saint as disciples, could very well imagine the disappointed feeling in his heart.

He truly regretted his past decisions now.

Whereas Daoist Kun Peng was wrathful at this moment; not only against Daoist Jie Yin and Daoist Zhun Ti but also against Daoist Hong Yun and Yuanshi.

Had it not been for these people, he might already have become a disciple of the Saint.