"Want to take a swing?"

A flash of movement from Zhao Gongming put him once more in front of Yu Yuan, forcing Great Momentum to halt his forward charge, his eyes seemingly about to spew fire as he glared at Yu Yuan.

The latter, however, casually beckoned an Immortal over and handed her the wooden shovel he was holding.

Only after the Immortal had taken the shovel with a frown and left, did he leisurely wave his hand and use a mocking gaze to look at Great Momentum as he said, "If everything is indeed 'emptiness', why such a burning rage?"

Great Momentum's eyes were bloodshot, and his handsome face was twisted into a somewhat terrifying grievance.

He had thought that enduring those few slaps would allow him to win the debate, but he had never imagined that his opponent, a direct disciple of the Saint, would resort to any means necessary. To use such a lowly tactic as "feeding feces" at an event where the Immortal Gods of the Three Realms were gathered was beyond belief.

Was this something a disciple of the mighty Saint could do?

No, to be correct, any person with the slightest bit of dignity wouldn't do such a thing!

Not to mention himself, even Zhao Gongming standing beside him was twitching at the corner of his eyes, and his expression was peculiar to the extreme.

Although the disciples of the Jie Sect were known for their lack of decorum, feeding someone feces in front of a large crowd was just too abstract.

Ordinary people couldn't even think of such things, and who knew how this disciple Yu Yuan came up with such a vile tactic.

And where did that lump of feces come from, anyway?

Surely he hadn't prepared it in advance?

Thinking of this, Zhao Gongming's gaze towards Yu Yuan grew even more peculiar.

After a good while, Great Momentum finally controlled the impulse in his heart and said through clenched teeth in a cold voice, "For today's insult, I shall seek enlightenment from you in the future!"

Hearing these words, Zhao Gongming gave him a cold glance and said, "Are you implying that since the debate has failed, you wish to defend your way? Fine, all five of you come at once, I shall take you all on."

Great Momentum clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into the palms of his hands.

The Pharmacist, Moonlight, and others seated behind him also had extremely ugly expressions on their faces.

It was not Zhao Gongming's dismissive words that upset them, but rather the fact that Great Momentum's defeat had brought shame on the Western Sect.

Although Yu Yuan's methods may not be honorable, even downright despicable, they were undeniably effective!

A single heavy blow had shattered the facade of the Pure Land, a slap had disrupted Moonlight's Pure Realm, and relying on his argument had overthrown Great Momentum's realm of emptiness...

Incredibly effective!

Even the Pharmacist and the others could see the contemplative expressions on the faces of many Immortal Gods surrounding them, fearing that from this day forward, when disciples of the Western Sect spoke of things like the Pure Dao or the Dao of Emptiness, they might be greeted with a harsh slap or bluntly discredited through retorts.

At this point, the Heavenly Emperor, seeing the tension in the air, quickly glanced at Li Changgeng.

Li Changgeng immediately understood and called out loudly, "Your Majesty, since the debate has concluded, may we formally commence the Peach Banquet?"

"Mm."

The Heavenly Emperor nodded slightly, his gaze settling on Zhao Gongming, Yu Yuan, and others in the crowd, and smiled, "Distinguished Immortals, please take your seats..."

Great Momentum clenched his fists in frustration but ultimately lowered his head and returned to his original seat.

Zhao Gongming, Yu Yuan, and the others also returned to their respective seats.

Having smoothly dealt with the issue of the Western Sect, the Heavenly Emperor now breathed a sigh of relief and looked around with satisfaction, "Why has the music stopped? Continue the music, continue the dance!"

"Yes!"

At the sound of the sweet voices of the Female Immortals, the chimes rang out, and the celestial music filled the hall once again.

A bevy of fair-skinned and beautiful Immortals reappeared, dancing gracefully amidst the mist-laden space.

The scene was undoubtedly... quite a sight for sore eyes.

As the music played and the dancing resumed, the previously stiff and awkward atmosphere became lively once more.

The Immortal Gods were either enjoying the performance, toasting each other, or whispering, creating a bustling scene indeed.

Though Yu Yuan wasn't seated with the Jie Sect disciples but squeezed in amongst the Independent Immortals with Wen Zhong, he still received many toasts from the other Immortal Gods.

By this time, the Immortal Gods present had a drastic change in their opinion of him.

There were those who detested him, while others had nothing but admiration.

Fortunately, the majority of the Immortal Gods kept a respectful distance.

After all, Yu Yuan's tactics were too dishonorable, making many Immortal Gods internally cringe.

I may not invite his company, nor provoke him, but I can always avoid him, right?

It was also for this reason that Yu Yuan had won three consecutive debates against the Western Sect but didn't receive much praise or attention.

In the eyes of the Immortals, these were all underhanded tricks, merely clever exploits, not a truly superior understanding of the Dao compared to those Western Sect disciples.

And this suited Yu Yuan just fine.

Otherwise, at this moment, he would probably have been surrounded by the Immortal Gods.

After the third round of wine and a rich variety of dishes, the Golden Mother also gave her speech and then ordered the Flat Peaches to be served.

A line of Immortals appeared in neat formation, each holding a verdant bamboo basket in her hands, with a Purple Patterned Peach enshrouded in a purple aura inside.

Naturally, this was the highest grade of peach, specially reserved for the honored guests on Immortal Island.

As for the other Immortal Islands, the Independent Immortals received only lower-grade peaches.

Yu Yuan glanced at the peach on his table, then turned his head to look at Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong had already picked one up and bitten into it with a "crunch," the flesh and juice melting instantly in his mouth, turning into a stream of pure Innate Spiritual Energy coursing through his body...

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