From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

In the Purple Palace of the Heavenly World

Three thousand worldly people gathered together, the ceiling in the palace fell, golden lotus emerged from the ground, and strange phenomena appeared.

The faint sound of a sermon reached my ears.

"The foundation of the immortal path is to cultivate Qi first, and Qi nourishes the body..."

The gods were listening with fascination. Hongjun glanced at the gods below and nodded slightly with a hint of satisfaction.

He just waved his sleeves, and the golden lotuses formed by his merits were directly distributed to the gods and spirits who were listening to the teachings, to help them better enter the realm of enlightenment.

As time passed, the content of Hongjun's lecture gradually transitioned from Qi training to the realm of becoming an immortal. The content of the first sermon was followed by the content of this sermon from the Daluo Golden Immortal to the Quasi-Sage.

Suddenly, Hongjun felt a force of heaven falling towards Zixiao Palace. He looked up and saw two figures falling in front of him.

At that moment, all the gods withdrew from the realm of enlightenment, and their consciousness fell on the two people who fell from the air.

The faces of Sanqing and others, whose bodies were still swollen, changed slightly.

Jie Yin Zhunti, with his shiny bald head and swollen pig-like face, stared at the visitor with some resentment.

"Hi! Hello everyone!" Mo Jiu was being stared at by so many gods that he didn't know where he was for a moment. He could only raise his hand and greet them with a smile.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. Xiaojiu is so well-behaved, they won't beat me and my brother, right?

Hongjun stood up from the top.

Zhang Qiling glanced at Sanqing and others, then turned around and looked at Hongjun.

A saint of heaven and a golden immortal, Zhang Qiling's cold and noble aura is not inferior to that of the first saint of the prehistoric world in front of him.

Mo Jiu turned his head and looked around. Apart from the bad guys who had tried to steal Xiao Jiu's Calabash Brothers before, there were only people he didn't recognize.

Where is his father?

He clearly heard his father calling him, but how did he end up in this strange place in the blink of an eye?

Are these bad guys trying to steal Xiaojiu’s treasure again?

"Brother, where's dad?"

Zhang Qiling withdrew his gaze and reached out to rub the top of his head. "After the class, you can see Him."

"Here?" Mo Jiu looked at the gods sitting cross-legged on the ground and said with some disgust.

"This doesn't look like a place for classes! There's not even a desk or chair. It looks like a place where people gather for pyramid schemes."

Zhang Qiling was stunned. "MLM also has desks and chairs."

Mo Jiu nodded, "Yes! Then they are really poor. They don't even have desks and chairs for class."

Hongjun, who was about to ask the two young Taoists to sit down, was stunned by the disgust in Mo Jiu's words.

The gods who can come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the teachings must have extraordinary background and great opportunities.

How is this poor?

"Are you two young Taoists here to listen to the teachings?" Hongjun, as the host, spoke calmly.

"Are you a preaching teacher?" Mo Jiu asked Hongjun while tilting his little head.

Hongjun looked at his bright, round eyes, smiled and nodded.

He explained the path to immortality to all the gods in the ancient times and was worthy of being called their teacher.

"How long are you going to talk then? I want to see my dad."

You annoying daddy, he must have done it on purpose.

The gods and spirits below had some strange looks on their faces; they wished the sermon would go on as long as possible, but these two young Taoists with powerful backgrounds, on the other hand, asked if it was over before they even started listening!

Zhang Qiling looked at Mo Jiu helplessly, "Dad asked us to come here to listen to the lecture, but we arrived in the middle and disturbed the saint's sermon."

"No problem, both of you take a seat."

Hongjun waved his hand and placed two seats to his upper left, inviting Zhang Qiling and Mo Jiu to sit down.

He received instructions from the Heavenly Dao to teach the two young Taoists.

The bald-headed Di Jun and Kun Peng below him had a hint of obscurity in their eyes.

"Thank you, Saint Hongjun."

Zhang Qiling pulled Mo Jiu, who wanted to escape, and pressed him down on one of the seats.

Mo Jiu could only twist his body reluctantly and play with the corner of Zhang Qiling's clothes absentmindedly.

The ethereal voice of Tao sounded again, and the vision of the merits of the golden lotus emerging from the ground reappeared.

But this time, these golden lotuses did not wait for Hongjun to distribute them. Instead, they directly surged to the sides of Zhang Qiling and Mo Jiu and were automatically absorbed into their bodies.

Only a small portion of it was distributed to the three thousand mortal gods below.

Seeing this scene, Hongjun slightly moved his spiritual sense away.

He could only pretend not to see the actions of Honghuang Tiandao.

Mo Jiu, who had not been listening carefully, watched the golden lotuses coming towards his body. He excitedly reached out to catch more golden lotuses. He found it very amusing to watch the golden lotuses disappear in his hands.

Not long after, Mo Jiu turned his head to look at Zhang Qiling who was sinking into the state of enlightenment, and yawned sleepily.

He twisted his body in his seat, and leaned his upper body directly against Zhang Qiling's thigh. He rubbed his head against it with some satisfaction, and then turned back into his original form of the little black unicorn and fell into a deep sleep.

Hongjun glanced at Mo Jiu's little Qilin body, his breath paused for a moment, and he waved his hand and gave all his merits to Mo Jiu.