Don't let Yu Ding take on any more disciples.

Chapter 142 The Havoc in Heaven is Not Found

"fine?"

Haotian couldn't help but laugh: "I also feel that nothing is wrong. Come, Master, accompany me for a walk by the river to clear my mind. I'm having such a hard time."

Yu Ding: "..."

"If you, the boss, are like this, how are your civil servants supposed to survive?" Yu Ding thought to himself, while his eyes flashed as he learned some information.

Of course, when he told Haotian that everything was fine, it wasn't because he was passing on any false information.

Taibai's message said that the Dragon Palace of the West Sea was hunting down a Golden-Winged Roc.

He guessed that it was most likely Xiao Fei.

Next came Venus's very logical and rigorous analysis, urging the Heavenly Court to prepare for defense in case something bad happened to the Heavenly Court again.

But that's obviously...unrealistic!
Look, here's the proof: Xiao Fei is going to wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

Because: Xiao Fei possessed the Void Return Realm when he descended the mountain (as is known).

This is the same as the two who came down the mountain earlier than him, but the three of them have different conditions.

Yuan Hong possesses exceptional physical constitution, comprehension, and mental maturity, while Yang Jian, the son of a calamity, also possesses exceptional comprehension and physical constitution.

Therefore, after descending the mountain, these two had a minor conflict with the Heavenly Court, which led to their rise to become masters and gaining fame.

Let's look at Xiaofei again:
In terms of comprehension, his students always performed only averagely, appearing simple-minded and dull, without showing any outstanding abilities.

Unlike Yang Jian and Yuan Hong, who can make you understand something just by saying a few words.

In terms of inherent talent, perhaps only when Xiao Fei reverts to his ancestral form and becomes a pure-blooded Roc can he rival Yuan Hong and Yang Jian.

Therefore: The story of Xiao Fei causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace is unfounded!
He should be lucky to become an immortal, let alone cause a ruckus in the Heavenly Palace.

Well, whether others believe it or not, from his professional perspective as a teacher, Yu Ding, he doesn't really believe it.

Furthermore, because Xiao Fei grew up on Jade Spring Mountain, he didn't possess the world-weariness of Yuan Hong or the tragic background of Yang Jian.
Therefore, Yu Dinghua put less effort into this nominal disciple; he only needed to teach cultivation and answer questions.

Besides, this child is still young; imagine him causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace...

Yu Ding shook his head; it was still not very realistic. Besides, he would be in charge of the Heavenly Court this time.

Making havoc in the Heavenly Palace is no problem for them.

It's nothing to worry about; with him around, everything can be taken care of.

Instead, it was the Western Sea that hunted down his disciple...

Yu Ding's eyes flashed. Yang Jian and Yuan Hong were both disciples of Heaven who had provoked it first.

Although there were some unpleasant moments in the end, it was eventually resolved, and the process was... well, harmless.

He, as the master, felt that his disciples were a bit too impulsive, but they did something... well, they did have some flaws, but not major ones.

However, if his disciple causes trouble and is in the wrong during the Western Sea's pursuit, he will send him back to the furnace for further education and ideological training.

But what if the Western Sea is in the wrong...

Before long, Yu Ding and Hao Tian strolled along the edge of the Imperial Pool.

Willows swayed gently, green grass covered the ground, a hazy spiritual light filled the air, and a gentle breeze caressed the face... Yu Ding's expression turned strange.

This scene... seems somewhat familiar.

"Hmm, such leisurely strolls must be quite boring even for the real person."

Haotian's expression shifted slightly as he smiled and asked, "Does the True Man know how to fish?"

Yu Ding was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "I know a little bit."

"Very well, I didn't expect you to be a fellow traveler. Since you've taken the liberty of doing so..."

Haotian suppressed his excitement, glanced at the fairy maids beside him, and said, "Then I will accompany the immortal to fish for a while. You may all step aside."

After Longji left, the Queen Mother of the West had some free time and decided to help him with the Heavenly Court.

He became under a lot of pressure.
"Yes!" The celestial maidens and spirit officials exchanged glances and then stepped back.

Jade tripod: (_)

This humble Taoist feels... as if it's your Heavenly Emperor's refined taste that's on his mind.

……

Yuquan Mountain.

Just as the jade cauldron floated up from the cliff, Huanglong hurriedly emerged from the Golden Cloud Cave.

"Yu Ding, where did you go?" Huang Long asked in surprise.

Yu Ding remained calm: "Ahem, I just went for a walk in the back mountain. What's wrong?"

"You little rascal, Qingyun, how dare you deceive me?"

Upon seeing the jade cauldron, Huang Long sneered, "He lied to me, saying you were in your cave."

Qingyun's face turned bitter: "Master Huanglong, this, that, I..."

"Alright, he didn't see me when I went out. Did you come looking for me for something?"

Yu Ding changed the subject: "If there's nothing urgent, please wait a while. I have to go out for a bit."

"Is something wrong? I'm fine. Okay, let's talk on the way."

Huang Long smiled mysteriously: "Let me tell you, from now on, I, Huang Long, am also someone who has treasures."

"Baby... wait, you won't really..."

Yu Ding looked at Huang Long with a strange expression, thinking that the guy was just talking.

Huang Long coughed twice and glanced at Qingyun: "Let's talk on the way!"

Finally realizing that what he had done wasn't exactly honorable... Yu Ding sighed helplessly: "By the way, are you related to the Dragon Clan?"

He suddenly remembered that the true form of the Yellow Dragon was the Yinglong, and this time he was going to the Western Sea...

"Dragons? Heh, that's more than that!"

Huang Long smiled smugly: "Have you forgotten that Yan and Huang are my juniors?"

Yanhuang… Yu Ding hesitated for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Huanglong in surprise.

"I remembered?"

Huanglong laughed smugly, "Even Yu the Great has to call me teacher!"

Huanglong was Yu the Great's teacher... Yu Ding's gaze became even stranger, but he still nodded.

Ancient books record that when the Yellow Emperor and Yan Emperor fought Chiyou at Zhuolu, there was an Yinglong dragon that helped them kill Chiyou and carried Xuanyuan to heaven.

When Yu the Great was controlling the floods, Yinglong used its tail to draw rivers on the ground, opened up waterways, and captured the water ape Wuzhiqi... Suddenly, Yu Ding's eyes showed a look of realization.

No wonder Huanglong, a seemingly powerless immortal with no magic weapon, no disciples, and no battle record, survived both the Investiture of the Gods and his own calamity during the Great Tribulation.

This was seen as a miracle, but these achievements brought with them much merit and good fortune...

No wonder when everyone was ganged up on, Master Yuding was beaten so badly, while Huanglong was still alive and kicking, completely unharmed.

From these perspectives, Huanglong has a close relationship with those former emperors!

In this light, the network of relationships surrounding the Yellow Dragon in the Investiture of the Gods could indeed be applied...

"Hey, what are you spacing out for? Let's go, where are we going?"

"Western Sea!"

What are you going to the West Sea for?

"I was just meditating on the cloud bed, when suddenly a thought struck me, and I did some calculations and discovered..."

"What did you find?"

Huanglong's eyes lit up with anticipation: "Is some treasure about to be born?"

"I don't know, but we can go and take a look," Yu Ding said thoughtfully.

The two transformed into streaks of light, soaring into the sky and heading straight for the Western Sea.

……

West Sea Dragon Palace!

Inside the treasure vault, Xiao Fei sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, circulating his magic. A blazing golden light flowed through the cave in his abdomen, his sea of ​​magical power surged, lightning intertwined, and he exuded a terrifying aura.

Beside him stood a large black halberd, emitting a chilling, eerie light.

At this moment, his primordial spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness was undergoing a transformation, and the aura emanating from his body was constantly increasing.

Late stage of True Immortal Realm, Perfect stage of True Immortal Realm...

Countless Sacred Dragon Pills transformed into immense magical power upon entering his mouth, surging within his body. After being refined and processed by him, they flowed like rivers into the sea, entering the inner sanctum of his body.

Inside the Crystal Palace.

Having just experienced the pain of losing his son, Ao Run looked at his family's treasure vault with suspicion and uncertainty.

"Father, what's wrong?" Moang asked in a low voice with concern.

After a moment's thought, Ao Run shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm just a little worried."

“Father, this is our West Sea Dragon Palace. It’s your concubine who’s gone. What are you worried about?” Moang said with a smile.

"What I'm worried about is your aunt..." Ao Run waved his hand, not wanting to say more, and after a moment of hesitation, said, "Son, son, you died so tragically..."

"Your Majesty, please accept my deepest condolences and take care of your health."

The Turtle Prime Minister of the West Sea advised, "Anyway, you have plenty of dragon sons and daughters. What does it matter if one or two die?"
"Consolation my ass! It wasn't your son who died. Do you think you can just stop mourning like that?"

Upon hearing this, Ao Run flew into a rage: "Come here, order the death of the three sons of the Turtle Prime Minister, and send them down to keep my Long'er company."

"Yes!"

A group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the hall glanced at the turtle prime minister with pity.

Poor Turtle Prime Minister.

Last time the Dragon King was heartbroken, he didn't say anything, and the result... was pretty much the same.

The Turtle Prime Minister was stunned. He opened his mouth, then sighed and shut up.

"I feel much better now."

Ao Run raised his cup: "Come, Taibai, let me toast you again."

Venus hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the Turtle Prime Minister: "Old Dragon King, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to order the death of the Turtle Prime Minister's son like this?"

Ao Run said, "Taibai, don't worry. The Prime Minister's wife can give birth to two or three hundred babies at a time, which is more than I can produce."

After saying that, he gave the White Camel Taoist a deep look.

Beside him, the White Camel Taoist immediately shuddered... Brother, can you hurry up?
That old dragon is absolutely ruthless!

The real issue is that he seriously suspects that the Prime Minister is more fertile than you... Venus glanced suspiciously at the Turtle Prime Minister.

The Turtle Prime Minister could only give an awkward smile.

And Ao Run, do you look like you've lost your son...? Venus fell into thought.

He discovered that apart from howling a few times at the beginning, Ao Run hadn't shed a single tear from beginning to end!
That makes sense, though. He'd heard that Ao Run was a notorious womanizer, a womanizer by nature, and had the most offspring of any of the Four Seas Dragon Kings.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

Ao Run glanced at the Dragon Palace's treasury, his eyes revealing dissatisfaction.

Stealing one or two items would have been enough, but it's been so long and they haven't come out yet... That's going too far!

“Moang!” Ao Run said.

"My son is here!"

"Let's go check out the treasure vault..."

"My son, I obey!"

Ao Moang stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and strode towards the Dragon Palace's treasure vault.

Brother, are you all better yet?

You're not really planning to empty the treasure vault of the West Sea Dragon Palace, are you...? The White Camel Taoist felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

As Moang approached the treasure vault, he took out a spare token and activated the formation. Just as he was about to touch the stone gate...

Suddenly, a long howl came from inside the treasure vault, and with a loud boom, the stone door opened and a beam of golden light emanated from it.

Moang's expression changed drastically. He crossed his arms and was immediately struck by the golden light, which sent him flying backward. He staggered to the ground and looked up.

"why you?"

A tall, slender figure stood proudly in the void.

At this moment, he seemed to have been reborn, transforming from a boy into a heroic young man with golden hair flowing down his shoulders, wearing dragon scale armor, holding a black halberd in his hand, his eyes sharp, and exuding a captivating aura.

"True Immortal Realm Perfection, no, he has already stepped halfway into the Celestial Immortal Realm, half-step Celestial Immortal..." Moang was shocked.

P.S.: The matter is now resolved. It was a private matter, but I'm truly sorry for any inconvenience caused.

(End of this chapter)