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

Chapter 349 The disciple unleashed his dogs to bite her.
Yu Ding looked up at the sky again. The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. It was peaceful and beautiful.

But only Yu Ding knew what was hidden beneath this peaceful facade.

The ever-present threat of divine wrath hung like a sword over his head, forcing him to be extremely vigilant when dealing with Zhang Youren.

Yang Jian was naturally unaware of these things, but he said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "I cannot accept being addressed as 'Master'."

“Of course, Erlang Shen is a deity, how can I, a mere mortal, not be entitled to call you ‘Master’?” Zhang Youren insisted.

"Master, look..." Yang Jian had no choice but to look at the jade cauldron.

Yu Ding coughed lightly and said, "You don't need to be so formal. It's just a matter of titles. Just do what makes you happy. If you don't like it, you can just treat each other as equals."

"Is this...really okay?"

Zhang Youren was overjoyed. What virtue or ability did he, a mere mortal, possess to be able to associate with the legendary Erlang Shen on equal footing?

For a moment, his face showed disbelief.

"Yeah, is this really okay, Master..." Yang Jian looked helplessly at the jade cauldron.

Don't worry, there won't be any problems... Yu Ding nodded slightly, giving his disciple a reassuring look.

“But didn’t you say he was the reincarnation of Master’s friend?” Yang Jian couldn’t help but transmit his voice.

Yu Ding was slightly taken aback and transmitted his voice: "I said he was your grandmaster's friend? Maybe I misspoke. No, who cares how powerful he was in his past life? No matter how great his background was, isn't he just a mortal now?"

Master, your attitude changes so quickly... Yang Jian couldn't help but feel annoyed.

“My disciple, remember this: I told you to be polite to him, but don’t be too polite.”

Yu Ding transmitted his voice, saying, "He's just a mortal now. As long as he's alive, he can't turn back into that all-powerful character. Why are you afraid of a mortal?"

As long as you're alive, you can never go back... Yang Jian's brows relaxed and his expression eased.

Master, you should have said that earlier.

"Master, why aren't you and Erlang Ye saying anything?"

Zhang Youren only saw the master and apprentice exchanging glances, but he didn't know what they were doing.

Yu Ding patted his shoulder with a smile: "Don't worry, you can do it, my disciple. It's been a long time since we last met, and I have so many things I want to say to you."

Yang Jian immediately realized what was happening and turned to the two burly men beside him, saying, "Fourth brother, sixth brother, take this friend to our residence for a visit."

"Alright, Second Master!"

The two immediately stepped forward, clasped their hands in greeting to Yu Ding, and said, "Greetings, Master."

Their eyes were filled with reverence as they looked at the jade cauldron.

My second master's master was one of the Twelve Immortals of Jade Void, a renowned swordsman throughout the primordial world...

Any one of these titles is terrifying. If it weren't for their second master's influence, how would these rogue immortals have had the chance to meet such legendary immortals?
"Thank you for your trouble, brothers."

Yu Ding smiled and said, "Friend, why don't you come with these two to visit my disciple's home?"

There were once six sworn brothers in Meishan, known as the Meishan Brothers.

Later, Yang Jian took the six men under his command and became sworn brothers with them, known as the Seven Friends of Meishan, with Yang Jian ranking second among them.

The so-called fourth brother was named Li Huanzhang and the sixth brother was named Zhijian. They were both Yang Jian's most reliable right-hand men.

compare to……

Yu Ding glanced at Meishan again, as if Yuan Hong had also formed a small team called the "Seven Eccentrics of Meishan".

"How dare I?" Li Huanzhang replied quickly and directly.

Zhang Youren said excitedly, "Okay, then I'll go, Master."

"Go!"

Yu Ding smiled and watched Zhang Youren leave the living room with the fourth and sixth brothers.

“Hey, sir, that fishing rod you’re holding is quite something.”

Before they had gone far, Zhang Youren couldn't wait to inquire about the fishing rod in Lao Liu's hand: "Based on my years of experience, it's definitely a good thing. I wonder where I can buy it, how does it feel, and if I can try it out later?"

Yu Ding's smile gradually froze, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

He was truly impressed by this old man... how could he never forget his old profession no matter where he went?
Unlike Yu Ding, who, although also a fishing enthusiast, can distinguish between what is important and what is urgent, he hasn't even touched a fishing rod in all these years.

"I didn't expect this brother to also enjoy fishing."

Yang Jian smiled slightly, then noticed Yu Ding's expression: "Master, why are you looking at me like that?"

Yu Ding said in a deep voice, "When did you pick up this bad habit of fishing, kid?"

"I'm getting really bored staying here at the mouth of the Guanjiang River all day. I need to find something to do, right?"

Yang Jian helplessly spread his hands and smiled bitterly: "Besides, constant cultivation is also very tiring. Work and rest should be balanced. Isn't that what Master taught me?"

As expected of uncle and nephew, they even cultivated the same hobbies... Yu Ding sighed wearily, waving his hand.

So all these years, he's been the only one worrying about the Investiture of the Gods, while all the other guys have been pursuing their hobbies?

"Why did you sigh, Master?" Yang Jian quickly asked with concern.

After glancing around and seeing that no one was around, Yu Ding flicked his whisk repeatedly, and in a short while, he set up more than ten soundproof and image-proof barriers in the living room to isolate everything.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Yang Jian was somewhat surprised. What was going on that was so mysterious?

"Yang Jian, kneel down!"

What... Yang Jian looked up in surprise, but only saw Yu Ding's back.

Unable to see his master's expression, he had no choice but to obediently kneel down, unable to hold back his words, "Master, what are you doing..."

Yu Ding's voice interrupted him: "I've heard that you're getting close to people from the Biyou lineage?"

"Huh? What nonsense! Who's trying to slander me out of thin air? Master, you know me well."

Yang Jian was taken aback at first, then his expression became visibly panicked: "I have always been proud to be a member of the Jade Void Sect, and I always keep the teachings of my master and sect in mind. How could I associate with the heretical sects like Bixiao?"

"How dare you! The three religions were originally one family. If you say that the Biyou lineage is a heretical sect, then what are we?"

Yu Ding turned around abruptly and scolded, "If I hear you say that again, don't blame me for being impolite."

Yang Jian's expression relaxed, and he quickly admitted his mistake: "Yes, yes, this disciple knows he was wrong."

"but……"

Yu Ding brought his face close to Yang Jian's, raising an eyebrow: "I was talking about the Biyou lineage, when did I mention Fairy Bixiao?"

Oh ho, he only remembered that Bixiao used to like the cute little Yang Jian.

I never expected to have such an unexpected gain today.

"What I'm referring to is... Biyou, Master. You must have misheard me."

Under Yu Ding's deathly gaze, Yang Jian forced a dry laugh.

"Is that so?" Yu Ding gave Yang Jian a meaningful look.
He said nothing more, but simply stood up and turned his back to Yang Jian again.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Yang Jian knelt on the ground, his fists clenched, his expression conflicted as if he were struggling with something.

But his master, who was standing with his back to him, wore a confident and composed smile.

He didn't know how to get Yang Jian and Bi Xiao to get along, but if the two had a foundation, things would be easier.

You know what, although Bixiao has a bit of a temper, she's loyal, beautiful, and even dared to attack a saint—her courage is commendable. She's actually quite similar to his disciple Yang Jian… wait, how did I end up shipping them?
Yu Ding quickly and secretly nipped this somewhat off-track thought in the bud.

He simply wanted to improve relations between Yuquan Mountain and the Three Immortal Islands so that the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods could save the lives of the Three Immortals of Sanxiao; that was all.

Besides, their ages don't match!

Although Bixiao has a youthful face and a stunning figure, that only means she looks young.

That woman's age, if converted to gold bricks, could fill the entire Guanjiang Estuary of Yang Jian.

Yes, that's right. This woman's skills are too high; her disciple can't handle her.

Time passed like this little by little.

"Master, I know I was wrong. Fairy Bixiao did come to see me several times before." Yang Jian looked nervous.

Yu Ding turned around, raised an eyebrow, and smiled, "So... have you made any mistakes these past few times?"

Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed, and he looked extremely guilty.

This scene caught Yu Ding's eye, and he couldn't help but smile. After all, young people can't keep their composure.

Yu Ding sat down in the chair, picked up a cup of tea, and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, enough joking around. I have a favor to ask of you. If you do it, there will be no reward. If you fail, I'll make you regret it."

Yang Jian was a little confused and for a moment thought he had misheard.

One moment his heart was pounding in his chest, the next he was begging me to do something?

Why would you make me kneel?

"Yes, you heard me right, this matter can only be handled by you."

Yu Ding smiled mysteriously: "You know Fairy Bixiao, right? That makes things even easier."

Yang Jian asked anxiously, "Master, what do you want me to do that relates to Bixiao?"

As Yu Ding blew on his tea, he smiled and asked, "What is your relationship with Bi Xiao?"

Yang Jian seemed to be in a dilemma.

As expected, their friendship is quite deep... Yu Ding smiled calmly and said, "Don't be afraid, my disciple. Don't worry about anything. Your master is here for you. Tell your master with confidence."

Yang Jian said cautiously, "Please don't be angry, Master!"

"You brat, do you think all those years of meditation and self-cultivation have been for nothing?"

Yu Ding pointed at Yang Jian with the lid of his teacup and laughed, "Speak freely without worry. I won't blame you. Young people are impulsive, and I understand that you might act impulsively once in a while."

Yang Jian chuckled dryly and pondered, "Perhaps it's... the relationship between the person who set the dog on the injured person and the injured person?"

Yu Ding's eyes widened suddenly, and he spat out a mouthful of strong tea: "What did you say?"

Yang Jian picked up a tea tray that had been prepared at some point to block the tea and quickly said, "Master, you said you wouldn't blame me."

"You...you hesitated for so long, just because of this?" Yu Ding was dumbfounded.

So he was absolutely certain he got the wrong answer?
“Master, this is not my fault. Bixiao comes to Guanjiang Estuary every now and then to bother me and cause trouble. I really can’t stand it.”

Yang Jian quickly explained, "When she came again a while ago, Xiaotian Dog couldn't help but rush out and bite her. It wasn't that I intended to cause trouble, Master, Master?"

So that's how it is? Is that really how it is?
"Don't call me master, you are my master."

Yu Ding looked at Yang Jian with a weary, bitter smile. How many lifetimes of cultivation did this disciple have to become such a straight-laced man?
Men chase women with separate walls, and women chase men with separate veils!
Bixiao was already being so proactive, and this guy still unleashed his dog to bite her.

If this were one of those perverts on the internet from my previous life, Bixiao would probably be pregnant with her third child by now.

Yang Jian knelt down and said, "Master, I know I was wrong. Please punish me."

"That's it, that's all!"

Yu Dingxin waved his hand wearily: "How long has this been going on?"

"About half a month?"

"Is Fairy Bixiao seriously injured?"

"It shouldn't be... heavy, right?"

"should?"

Yu Ding rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on: "Where is the Celestial Hound?"

I remember in the original novel of Investiture of the Gods, his disciple liked to suddenly unleash the dogs unexpectedly, and the key point is that this trick always worked.

The Celestial Hound is a primordial, exotic creature. Among those who have suffered at its hands are Bixiao and even a great immortal like Zhao Gongming.

And every time this beast opens its mouth, it tears off a chunk of flesh, skin and all...

Yang Jian quickly clasped his hands and said, "Master, please forgive me. The Howling Celestial Dog was only trying to protect its master. Please don't blame it. I am willing to bear any punishment."

"You care so much about a dog..." Yu Ding sighed, "Silly disciple, do you think it's over after biting someone?"
Do you know how terrifying it is to anger the Three Immortals? Your master needs to go and apologize to them.

With Bixiao's abilities, the physical damage caused by Xiaotian Dog is nothing and can be easily healed.

The injury heals easily, but the loss of face is...

Yang Jian smiled wryly and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you to make this trip, Master."

"As a teacher, it's my duty, and besides..."

Yu Ding smiled meaningfully: "You really didn't sense at all why Fairy Bixiao came to see you so many times?"

Yang Jian smiled and answered irrelevantly, "People always need to learn lessons from the past. Some things that shouldn't happen should be nipped in the bud as soon as possible, right, Master?"

Yu Ding gave Yang Jian a meaningful look, realizing that his disciple wasn't so dull after all.

Yang Jian took out a handkerchief from his bosom and bowed deeply, saying, "I would also be grateful if Master could return this to Fairy Bixiao."

Soon after, a golden light shot into the sky from the Erlang Zhenjun Temple.

Yang Jian gazed at the departing golden light with a complex expression.

Actually, he originally wanted to wait until his own master finished speaking before asking this master to make the trip, but this master beat him to it.

A white light appeared beside him, transforming into a white-robed scholar.

The scholar in white laughed and said, "How about my solution that solves everything once and for all? It works, doesn't it? Has that annoying woman come back?"

Yang Jian glanced at him: "Utterly stupid."

"You're so stupid, why would you use it?"

"..."

Those who achieve great things will not be bound by personal feelings, because that will only affect their determination.

The scholar in white laughed and said, "Although I think you and that fairy who is much older than you are quite a good match, well, the important things are not yet accomplished, so it's not the time for you to think about those things."

"If you say another word, I'll chop you up."

A cold, sharp light flashed in Yang Jian's phoenix eyes.

The scholar in white coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, what did Master just say to you?"

Yang Jian glanced at him: "Make me kneel down and beg me to do something."

"You want me to do you a favor and I have to kneel down? Did you kneel down or not?" The scholar in white was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter.

Yang Jian ignored him and turned to enter the hall.

The scholar in white gazed in the direction where the golden light had faded, suppressed his smile, and bowed slightly in greeting.

(End of this chapter)