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

Chapter 418 Nezha: Master! Father hit me!

Chentang Pass, at the General's residence.

Li Jing blew on the letter he had written to dry it, striving to be meticulous, before happily summoning the Night Raven Demon King.

"Where to send it?" the Raven King asked from the window.

"Where should I send it..."

Li Jing suddenly froze, the smile on his face vanished, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses before slowly sitting back down in his seat: "Yes, where should we send it?"

"I can't even find my master, and now I can't even find my junior brother either..."

He then realized that because of Nezha's apprenticeship, his master, Master Taixu, had severed their master-disciple relationship.

It's all that brat's fault... Li Jing's mood inexplicably soured.

"Wait, that's strange. What am I feeling sentimental about? The so-called master-disciple relationship is just an empty thing."

Li Jing suddenly realized and shook his head with a laugh: "But some things are real and won't fade away just because those relationships disappear."

Thinking about this, he suddenly felt much better.

"Father, Mother is calling you to dinner."

At this moment, Nezha walked into the room with a smile on his face, a grain of rice stuck to his cheek.

Li Jing's eyes lit up, but his face immediately darkened and became gloomy. Nezha, who was all smiles, sensed something was wrong and began to back away: "Father, come quickly, I'm leaving now."

He turned and ran outside.

But while he moved quickly, Li Jing moved even faster, and in a flash he caught Nezha under his arm: "You dare to steal food before your father, you deserve a beating."

Snapped!
It's all because your master told me I don't have a master... Li Jing slapped Nezha's bottom, and Nezha's bottom turned red. He immediately struggled and cried loudly.

But Li Jing immediately felt relieved, thinking to himself that the child's buttocks were really bouncy.

"Father is bad, he's unreasonable! I want to find my master!" Nezha cried.

"Huh? You dare to talk back and complain? You deserve a beating!"

Li Jing slapped him again with a "smack," and laughed, "Logic? Ha! I'm your father and you're my son. It's only natural for a father to beat his son. That's the biggest logic... Hmm? Not good!"

Just as he was about to strike again, a terrifying killing intent suddenly emanated from nowhere, but it was aimed directly at him.

Instantly, Li Jing felt a chill run down his spine, a strong sense of alarm rising in his heart. He didn't even bother to be fully alert as he surveyed his surroundings.

But the murderous aura came and went quickly, and it all felt like a dream.

"Bifang, what's going on? Where is that murderous aura coming from?"

Li Jing frowned, wanting to ask Bi Fang a question, but no matter how he called out to Bi Fang, there was no response.

Could it be Nezha's master, Taiyi Zhenren...? Li Jing remembered Taiyi who had just come to his house, but he was disciplining his own son.

"Master Taiyi is just a master. No matter what, he's different from a biological father. He can control everything, but he can't control a biological father beating his son, can he?" Li Jing muttered loudly to cover up his guilty conscience.

As for him... his biological parents died early, making him an orphan, so his master, being of a higher rank, is practically the same as his biological father.

However, given this sudden turn of events, he had no time to find an excuse to beat the child, so he simply let go and let Nezha run away crying.

When he came to eat, he couldn't find Nezha at the table. When Lady Yin brought in the soup, he couldn't help but ask, "Where is Nezha?"

Madam Yin asked with some surprise, "He happily went to call you for dinner today, why didn't he come with you?"

Li Jing's expression changed slightly, and he immediately felt guilty.

A moment later, Li Jing covered his head and fled the courtyard in a panic, smashing pots and pans behind him.

"Li Jing, if you can't find Nezha, don't come back for dinner."

"If he doesn't want to eat, then he doesn't want to eat. What's wrong with me, as his father, disciplining him? Is he breaking any heavenly rules? Do you think I, a cultivator, am afraid of starving to death?"

Li Jing muttered under his breath, his neck stiff, but his body betrayed him, ordering the servants and guards in the mansion to go out and search.

At this moment, in a quiet courtyard inside Chentang Pass.

“Master is a bad guy, not a hero anymore. He hit me…”

Nezha lay on the lap of the seated Taiyi Zhenren, crying with such grievance and sadness.

"It's alright, it's alright, he's your father!"

Taiyi Zhenren patted Nezha's back to comfort him, but his expression grew increasingly gloomy.

Nezha looked up and cried, "I just went to call him for dinner, and he said I was stealing food and not waiting for him, but I didn't. My butt is all swollen."

Taiyi Zhenren gritted his teeth and forced a smile: "Master knows you don't have it. Perhaps your father's brain has suddenly malfunctioned, so forgive him this time. I will help you cure him."

Nezha wiped away his tears and said, "That's not all. Last time it rained and he didn't go on duty, I went to find him and he said I stepped into his study with my left foot and beat me up."

Master Taiyi gritted his teeth, touched Nezha's head, and smiled, "It's alright, Master remembers it all. Once is never enough. If he dares to do that again, Master will deal with him."

"Really?" Nezha was overjoyed and hastily wiped away his tears, making his face a mess.

"real!"

Taiyi Zhenren nodded seriously, smiled gently, and reached out to help Nezha clean his face.

The child's temper was so good that he immediately started giggling, but soon Nezha glanced at Taiyi again, shook his head with some worry, and said:

"I'd better not. Father is very powerful. A couple of days ago, he knocked a huge snake called a dragon down from the sky. I'm afraid Father might hurt Master too."

Taiyi Zhenren felt a warmth in his heart, but snorted coldly, "Don't worry, even if your father has great abilities, I can still beat the shit out of him."

"Really?"

"real!"

After receiving their master's assurance, the master and disciple exchanged a glance, and then both smiled.

The room was filled with cheerful laughter.

……

Jiugong Mountain.

A young boy is practicing swordsmanship on the edge of a cliff, wielding two swords, while two figures stand side by side under an ancient pine tree high above.

"I never expected that you would still accept these two children as your disciples in the end."

One of the Taoist priests sighed, “It seems that some things are truly ordained by fate and cannot be defied. What is meant for you will eventually come to you, no matter what.”

Another person sighed, "Teacher Randeng, we were able to successfully take on a disciple this time thanks to Junior Brother Yuding's help."

These two were none other than the Daoist Ran Deng and the Immortal Pu Xian.

“Yes, Yu Ding did contribute a lot to this, but isn’t this just fulfilling the will of Heaven?” Randeng smiled.

Master Puxian pondered for a moment and nodded gently, then said, "It's just that this child started learning a little later than I expected, so I pushed him a bit too hard. Does Master have any questions about that?"

"Fast? Hehehe." Ran Deng laughed.

Master Puxian asked in surprise, "Why are you laughing, Master?"

Ran Deng said, "Do you know that Yang Jian, a disciple of the Jade Cauldron Sect, only took three years from joining the sect to venturing out into the world?"

Puxian sighed, "I've heard a little about him, but a genius like Yang Jian, whose talent, comprehension, and aptitude are all top-notch, is rare indeed. Yet he managed to master the first guardian divine skill of my Jade Void Sect, which is held by Yu Ding."

Ran Deng laughed again: "Why do you think Yu Ding taught Yang Jian this technique instead of anything else in the first place?"

Master Puxian was silent for a moment, then looked up in surprise: "Teacher, do you mean... Yu Ding wanted Yang Jian to cultivate the path of physical immortality from the very beginning?"

Ran Deng shook his head and said, "Time is tight and the task is heavy. You don't have any other choice. Besides, what's wrong with making them the Jade Void Protectors? What's wrong with Yang Jian's life?"

Master Puxian hesitated and said, "This... the method of achieving sainthood through the physical body is fast in the early stages, but the progress becomes slower and more arduous in the later stages, far inferior to the immortal path."

"The great calamity is perilous. If you cultivate the method of physical immortality, your disciple will have a greater chance of survival."

Randeng turned his head and stared at Muzha with a smile, "Besides, I think these two children are resolute and talented, quite suitable for cultivating the method of physical immortality."

Master Puxian sighed, "But only Yu Ding received the master's secret teachings and knows the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts. Even Yu Ding couldn't master it. Does this mean we have to owe Yu Ding another favor?"

"What are you thinking? It's already quite remarkable that Yang Jian alone could master a technique like the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts. You don't think just anyone can do it, do you?"

Ran Deng asked in surprise, "There are quite a few methods for Jade Void to achieve sainthood through physical means. Is it difficult for you to find one that suits your disciple? If not, I can teach you two chapters."

Master Puxian said thoughtfully, "That won't be necessary. As his master, I will naturally choose the most suitable martial art for Muzha."

"Speaking of which, you just said that Master Taixu has severed his master-disciple relationship with Li Jing?"

Suddenly, Ran Deng changed the subject and brought up Li Jing.

Puxian asked in surprise, "That's right, what the teacher means is..."

Ran Deng laughed and said, "I forgot to tell you, I also have a master-disciple relationship with Li Jing."

Since Master Taixu has severed his master-disciple relationship with Li Jing, it's not unreasonable for him to go and pick up a bargain, right?
As a member of the Taiqing sect, Taixu dared not be on the same level as Yuanshi Tianzun and others, but he did not have this kind of trouble.

He had previously thought that Taixu was the incarnation of the one from Yuxu Palace, but now Taixu had become a member of Taiqing Sect. Could it be that... he had misunderstood?
……

East China Sea Dragon Palace.

At this moment, within Ao Bing's sea of ​​consciousness.

The little dragon he had transformed into was leisurely swimming in the sea.

The dragon-headed deity said, "Ao Bing, do you know why I sought you out?"

Xiao Long stopped swimming and asked curiously, "Why?"

The Dragon Ancestor raised his eyes and said, "Because I am going to properly discipline you, the disgrace of the dragon race."

Before he finished speaking, divine light shone around him, and when the light faded, it transformed into the appearance of Li Jing.

Xiao Long's eyes nearly popped out of his head from laughing: "Chen...General Chen Tang Pass?"

Then, like an arrow released from a bow, it darted out into the sea, using all its strength to escape.

"Don't run away. The way to eliminate fear is... to face and defeat it." "Li Jing" laughed and flashed in front of the little dragon, sneering, "As long as you can't defeat me, I will never disappear. You are a disgrace to the dragon race."

Thus, a chase unfolded within this sea of ​​consciousness.

After thinking it over, he decided that since the kid was afraid, he might as well fight fire with fire.

Fainting... Easy!
Seeing Xiaolong suddenly faint, Yu Ding grabbed him by the neck and slapped him twice to wake him up.

"Ah? The General of Chentang Pass... Ga!"

Xiao Long had just woken up when he saw the person in front of him and was terrified. He tried to struggle but couldn't break free from the big hand and was eventually pulled away.

Snapped!Snapped!
"Ah? General Chen Tangguan...ga!"

Snapped!Snapped!
This scene repeated itself endlessly in Ao Bing's mind.

Every time Ao Bing faints, Yu Ding will wake him up.

Aren't you afraid your face will get swollen from being slapped?
No, this is the primordial spirit, not the physical body. The worst-case scenario is that the primordial spirit will be scattered.

But as a kind and experienced person, he is very gentle when he does things.

This has been repeated countless times.

One hundred times? One thousand times?

Ao Bing couldn't remember clearly, but he did know that every time he fainted, the other party would slap him awake.

The pain was no less than if he had been slapped in the face.

What made him even more desperate was that several times the opponent used too much force, and his primordial spirit was shattered, making him think that he was about to die.

But he soon discovered that the other party treated his scattered primordial spirit like dough, casually gathering it together, kneading it into a ball, stretching it into a long strip, and then blowing on it to restore it to its original state.

Ao Bing quickly discovered that its primordial spirit had become shorter and smaller, shrinking by nearly two-thirds compared to its original length of about ten feet.

This terrified him so much that he didn't realize that under such repeated torment, his primordial spirit was being refined, its impurities being removed, and it was transforming into an astonishingly powerful form.

His primordial spirit became shorter and smaller, but it also became stronger.

"enough!"

Finally, when the little dragon opened its eyes again, it roared angrily.

It had really had enough. Yes, the psychological trauma Li Jing had left on it was enormous.

Reaching the depths of one's heart...

But the fear was far more despairing than the endless, repeated torment.

In this despair, his heart, which had been filled with fear, finally remembered that the general in front of him seemed to be his ancestor in disguise.

Then, with a "smack," it was knocked unconscious by the falling slap.

"You're shouting too loudly!"

In his dazed state, Ao Bing seemed to hear such a voice, which made him so angry that he was practically fuming.

But as another slap landed, Ao Bing suddenly opened his eyes for some reason, raised his claws and said urgently, "Ancestor, please wait!"

The palm strike landed!

Xiaolong closed his eyes in fright, but this time the slap didn't land on him; instead, it stopped right in front of him.

Li Jing asked, "Are you still afraid?"

Xiao Long swallowed hard, looked at the slap, and shook his head.

It fears this slap more than the general of Chentang Pass.

The general of Chentang Pass acted with emotion, such as eating it.

But this hand is different.

It has no feelings, feels no pain, and seems to never tire, kneading and shaping it into various forms.

To summarize briefly...

The general of Chentang Pass at least treated him as a living being, but this hand didn't treat him as a living thing at all.

“Fine, kill me!” said “Li Jing”.

Xiao Long stared at him for a moment, then suddenly closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, gritted his teeth, and charged headfirst into him.

Suddenly, a brilliant white light emanated from the White Dragon's primordial spirit, enveloping the entire sea of ​​consciousness...

Boom!
A deafening clang, like metal clashing against metal.

Outside, a golden light suddenly flew out from between Ao Bing's eyebrows and transformed into a jade cauldron.

Yu Ding touched his chest with a strange expression, then looked up to see Ao Bing's body had collapsed, his eyes swirling with shock, clearly having fainted again.

"I told you to beat me to death, not to run me over!" Yu Ding shook his head speechlessly.

His body, enhanced by the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique, is comparable to a divine weapon or magic treasure; even if he were to crash into it like that, he would be headstrong.

Fortunately, he had tempered his primordial spirit, otherwise it would have been shattered.

Hearing the commotion, Ao Guang rushed in from outside the door and said awkwardly to Yu Ding, "Immortal, I... I heard a noise and... How is Bing'er?"

"It's okay. I fell asleep."

Yu Ding coughed lightly and stood up, saying, "You stay here and watch over him. I'll adjust the prescription based on his condition once he wakes up."

Ao Guang said with heartfelt gratitude, "I am truly grateful for your concern for my son all this time. Please go to the guest room to rest before we continue."

Yu Ding hummed in agreement, and before leaving, he added, "By the way, if Senior Brother Huanglong is alright, tell him to come find me."

Then, Yu Ding was led by a maid to the East Sea guest room.

Although it's called a guest room, the interior is extremely luxurious, with crystal luminous pearls for lighting and jade floor tiles...

"They are indeed dragons; their ancestors were certainly wealthy," Yu Ding praised.

At this moment, Huanglong entered proudly and said, "That's right. Back in the primordial era, when the world was divided into three, my dragon clan dominated all the waters. All water creatures submitted to us. What a majestic sight that was!"

Yu Ding smiled and said, "You look good, it seems you're alright. But since your dragon clan is so wealthy, why are you so independent of external resources in Jade Void Palace?"

This is a statement of high emotional intelligence.

A low-EQ way of saying this is: Your ancestors were so wealthy, why can't you even produce a single fine treasure in your family?

“What’s at home is at home, and what’s mine is mine…” Huang Long said, then suddenly paused, “Yu Ding, do you think Master doesn’t think that I have things at home, which is why he doesn’t give me the treasure?”

Even if a rich kid pretends to be poor, I wouldn't give it to him... Yu Ding coughed lightly: "I guess Master wants you to not rely on external things, but to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses, to make the most of your physical body and rely on yourself."

"Tch~" Huang Long clearly didn't believe it and sighed, "Back when I went to Kunlun, these kids divided up the family property. How could I possibly accept it?"

Besides, I figured if I entered the Jade Void Palace, wouldn't I get all those treasures?

Yu Ding coughed and said, "Haven't you heard the saying 'self-reliance leads to abundance'? If you're not good at refining weapons... ask Junior Brother Yun Zhongzi for help."

Huang Long shook his head sadly: "If it's not a gift from Master, it's ultimately meaningless."

Jade tripod: "ヽ(ー_ー)ノ"

Okay, okay, it's my narrow-mindedness that's the problem.

"By the way, how is my grand-nephew doing?" Huang Long asked.

Yu Ding pondered for a moment and said, "The first course of treatment is over. As for the follow-up... we'll decide based on the effectiveness of this treatment."

Huang Long stared at the jade cauldron suspiciously: "I've known you for so long and I've never heard you mention that you can forge hearts. Are you reliable or not?"

Yu Ding coughed and said, "Do you know how many books the Jade Void Palace has?"

"I don't know!" Huang Long shook his head.

"It's fine if you don't know..." Yu Ding immediately retorted defiantly, "I know, there are a total of 368,549 volumes. I have read through the entire collection of books in Yuxu Palace. If I'm not reliable, are you?"

Sometimes, all it takes to convince someone is a single piece of data.

For example, right now, Huang Long was immediately stunned and speechless.

Yu Ding glanced at Huang Long again: "That day, the Dragon Queen arranged a show for me, saying that someone told her I liked watching it..."

Huang Long looked conflicted, seemingly both guilty and incredibly curious.

Finally, unable to suppress his curiosity, he asked, "So... do you like watching it or not?"

"I knew it was you, Huanglong, who ruined my reputation behind the scenes! I'll kill you! Bring the Immortal-Slaying Sword!"

"Wait a minute, don't rush to chop. Tell me first whether you like watching it or not before you start chopping."

"I am not that kind of person, bring forth the Immortal-Slaying Sword!"

At this moment, inside Ao Bing's bedroom.

Ao Bing lay in bed, slowly waking up. The first thing he did was gasp, clutching his head and looking pained: "Ouch~ that hurts!"

Ao Guang asked somewhat nervously, "My son, how...are you feeling now?"

Ao Bing then turned his head to look at Ao Guang, and exclaimed in surprise and joy, "Father? Father!"

Seeing that Ao Bing did not have a relapse this time, Ao Guang was both surprised and delighted, and the father and son embraced and wept.

"Immortal Jade Cauldron is truly powerful! My child, I have good news to tell you."

"Immortal Jade Cauldron? Who? Never mind, Father, let me tell you a secret first."

"What?" Ao Guang was taken aback.

Ao Bing glanced around and, finding no one, whispered, "I saw the Ancestor!"

(End of this chapter)