205: Chapter 205 Panic and Idleness

A deathly silence spread instantly, quickly enveloping the entire hall.

The hall full of immortals and deities wore varied expressions; there were those who were shocked, amused, or simply watching.

Only in one corner of the hall did a group of immortals and deities, who were from the Western Sect and served in the Heavenly Court, suddenly turn incredibly pale.

They had been quietly enjoying the top-tier Opportunity of the Flat Peach Banquet, tasting rare spirit fruits and immortal wines they usually could not bear to consume.

But the petition above and the words of the dozen or so Quasi-Saints struck their hearts like a heavy hammer.

The movements of the Western deities froze in unison; their chewing of spirit fruits stopped, and their hands raising cups hung suspended in mid-air.

The leisurely and greedy behavior they had displayed just a moment ago vanished instantly! In its place was endless trepidation and unease.

They subconsciously lowered their Dao bodies, terrified of being noticed by others, fearing someone would recognize them as Western Sect Disciples.

Among them, Maitreya, who sat in the front row serving as the Heavenly Court's God of Wealth, lost his composure the most.

His plump figure suddenly stiffened, and the face that had been filled with a simple, honest smile just moments ago froze instantly.

He subconsciously raised his hand, repeatedly pressing his fingertips against his lips, biting his thumbnail incessantly. His expression was anxious and uneasy, and his eyes were filled with undisguised panic.

He muttered softly to himself:

"Your Majesty, don't agree... please, absolutely don't agree!"

Maitreya's mind was a tangled mess, countless thoughts intertwined frantically, and all sorts of anxieties swirled incessantly.

A dozen, a dozen powerful Quasi-Saints who held a grudge against the Western Sect.

He could not beat any of them if they really joined the Heavenly Court.

Once they noticed him, as an outsider god, they would definitely try every means to seize his authority as a Main Deity.

He would be toyed to death! Aaaaah!!

"Teacher... Revered Master Zhunti..."

Why did you have to persecute the South so much!?

You persecuted them but left survivors, not even smashing the egg yolk...

You've screwed me over, a Disciple left behind in the Heavenly Court!

Maitreya wanted to cry but had no tears, his heart completely broken.

Anxiety, panic, powerlessness.

Countless negative emotions swept over his heart,

Maitreya bit his nails fiercely, his gaze fixed intently on Haotian, who sat high above with a cold expression. In his heart, he prayed frantically over and over again, hoping the Heavenly Emperor would reject this petition.

Your Majesty... please don't oppose the Western Sect for the sake of a few Quasi-Saints, I beg you!

...

Where there is panic, there is naturally idleness.

Among the immortals and deities, the most bored one was surely the well-connected Deity of the Water Department.

"Whoa!"

"Brother Venus Star, looking at this situation, are these Southern Fellow Daoists really planning to offend the Two Saints of the West to death?"

The Deity of the Water Department watched the petition above, which listed various "crimes" of the Two Saints of the West, and transmitted his voice via his Primordial Spirit to Venus Star, his tone full of a gossiping attitude.

"Water Virtue Star Lord, mind your words inside the Lingxiao Palace."

Venus Star, hearing the teasing words of the Deity of the Water Department, rolled his eyes and could not help but warn him.

According to the Heavenly Court's rules, inside the Lingxiao Palace, except for celebratory events like the Peach Banquet, one should maintain proper conduct at all other times.

After entering the hall, one must not speak without the Emperor's oral decree.

Even the Queen Mother must abide by this,

This is the most basic respect for the Heavenly Emperor.

"Relax, relax, it's still the Peach Banquet right now; His Majesty won't blame us for this kind of private communication."

"So, Brother Venus Star, do you think His Majesty will accept them?"

The Deity of the Water Department rejected Venus Star's lecture and intended to drag him into the mess.

To this, Venus Star, the most loyal deity of the Heavenly Court, did not answer.

He even turned around and closed the Primordial Spirit connection with the Deity of the Water Department.

"Brother Venus Star?"

"Venus Star?!"

"Venus Star?"

"Open your Primordial Spirit barrier."

The Primordial Spirit avatar of the Deity of the Water Department kept knocking on Venus Star's Primordial Spirit barrier, hoping to reconnect with him.

But the Primordial Spirit barrier was as solid as a golden fortress, completely blocking out the Deity of the Water Department's voice transmission, leaving not a single gap.

No matter how much the avatar pounded and called out from outside the barrier, Venus Star remained unmoved, making no move to open it.

"Finally quiet."

Without the noise, he could finally focus entirely on imagining his future work after the various Southern Quasi-Saints joined the Heavenly Court.

"If these Quasi-Saints all join the Heavenly Court, I should be able to discuss retiring from logistics with His Majesty, right?"

Venus Star looked at the petition above, one hand constantly stroking his beard.

Thinking that he, a deity primarily responsible for slaughter, could finally return to his original duties, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

His great blade had been starving for a long time...

At this thought, Venus Star's Battle Intent, which had been dormant for many years, instantly came alive, and a trace of imperceptible sharpness flashed in his eyes.

Outside the barrier.

The Deity of the Water Department's Primordial Spirit avatar had been knocking for a while, still receiving no response.

Watching Venus Star staring at the sky, immersed in his own world, and pretending to be foolish, the Deity of the Water Department could not help but curse inwardly.

Damn it!

You, Venus Star, you really don't intend to pay attention to me?

If you ignore me, I'll go find someone else!!

Knowing that continuing to shout would be futile, the Deity of the Water Department turned his gaze elsewhere.

His gaze swept around the hall and finally landed on Nine Heavens Mystical Maiden, a colleague of the same rank.

The Primordial Spirit avatar acted again,

He established a Primordial Spirit connection, intending to find this colleague to gossip and relieve his boredom.

Just as the connection was made, before he could transmit a single word, the cold voice of Nine Heavens Mystical Maiden came through, crisp and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation:

"Drinking, do not disturb!"

As the words fell, the connection was severed instantly.

Nine Heavens Mystical Maiden held a white jade cup, taking a light sip of mellow immortal wine, completely unconcerned with the petition above, only focused on drinking by herself, free and easy.

She was just a martial general and did not want to use her brain to think about the affairs of Saints.

A martial general only needs to follow orders.

Uh~

Rejected again...

Hitting a wall twice in a row!

The Deity of the Water Department stood there blankly, looking left and right.

On the left was Venus Star imagining battles, and on the right was Nine Heavens Mystical Maiden lost in drinking.

Watching his two closest colleagues, both immersed in their own worlds, unable to extricate themselves.

Then he turned to other deities.

Looking at the new gods who were at the same level as him but whom he did not know well.

The Deity of the Water Department was suddenly full of helplessness; he could only pick up the wine cup in front of him and drink to himself with a secret sigh.

At the same time, he voiced his thoughts internally:

Brother Venus Star and Nine Heavens Mystical Maiden are really too boring.

This is gossip about a Saint, and they actually won't savor it with me; I definitely won't look for them next time.

After voicing his thoughts, the Deity of the Water Department cast his gaze back to the center of the hall.

Carefully observing how Haotian would handle the matter between the South and the Saint.