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

Chapter 420 Taiyi: I Specialize in Curing Father's Injuries
Just one sentence is enough!
In Ao Guang's opinion, Erlang Zhenjun's name was at least close to being known throughout the prehistoric world.

Just think about it: storming the Heavenly Court, causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace, splitting mountains to rescue his mother... Although it's only mentioned in a few words, it's enough to prove how powerful that person is.

He knew that Yang Jian was a highly accomplished disciple of Yu Ding Zhenren, but he only now realized what kind of profound skill Erlang Zhenjun cultivated.

The secret techniques passed down by the sages are truly extraordinary!
Ao Guang couldn't help but chuckle, and he could almost picture Ao Bing returning after completing his studies, commanding the East Sea army, and displaying the domineering presence of the East Sea's rise.

Huanglong looked at the grinning Ao Guang and teased, "Happy now? Heh, look at you, so pathetic. What would your expression be if I told you that Yang Jian and Long Ji have already attained the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit?"

"What? A Golden Immortal? That's impossible?!"

Ao Guang screamed and almost bit his tongue off. It's no wonder he reacted so strongly; this matter was truly astonishing.

Before the Dao Ancestor established the Immortal Path, the Primordial Saints had already comprehended the Primordial Divine Path suitable for themselves and began to cultivate.

Back then, there wasn't a particularly clear definition of strength or weakness. It was easy to know who was stronger or weaker; just fight one battle and you'd know.

It wasn't until the Dao Ancestor opened up the path of immortality and spread the Dharma to all living beings that those beings beyond the innate saints and gods had a path to cultivation.

This also gave them a benchmark to measure their own strength and cultivation.

Huang Long calmly replied, "What's impossible?"

Ao Guang said with surprise and doubt, "Uncle Jiu, you also know that cultivation is honed over time. Since the beginning of the immortal path, I have never heard of a Golden Immortal who has cultivated for about two hundred years."

Huang Long glanced at Ao Guang with disdain and sneered, "Cultivation is honed over time, but realm is not; that only requires two words."

"What character?" Ao Guang asked curiously.

Huang Long turned his back inscrutable manner, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "Talent!"

"Heavens...talent?!"

Upon hearing these two words, Ao Guang was speechless.

Huang Long said somewhat dejectedly, "There will always be some geniuses in this world. They are favored by fate and heaven and earth. They are like the illegitimate children of heaven and earth, possessing talents and fortunes that are difficult for ordinary people to reach, making people envious, jealous and hateful."

He turned to look at Ao Guang: "It's obvious that Yang Jian is that kind of person!"

Ao Guang sighed in agreement: "Yes, Yang Jian and Princess Longji are all like that."

"Uh no, Longji is not included. I heard from Yuding that he has been accumulating experience for a long time and has finally made a breakthrough."

Huang Long coughed lightly: "It's quite remarkable that the Heavenly Emperor and the Golden Mother, two great innate deities, with such excellent bloodlines, could give birth to such a lovely daughter."

Ao Guang reminded him, "Ninth Uncle, Princess Longji is not the illegitimate child of Heaven and Earth, but the biological daughter of the Heavenly Emperor."

Master Huanglong was suddenly stunned and looked at his eldest nephew in surprise.

Ao Guang said firmly, "But after hearing what Uncle Jiu said, I know... ah, I know."

He had barely addressed himself as "this king" when Huanglong slapped him, so he quickly changed his tune, saying, "Regardless of whether our Bing'er can truly catch up with his senior brothers and sisters, Bing'er has definitely chosen the right master this time."

Huanglong nodded slightly and sighed, "I hope that my dragon clan can produce another Golden Immortal!"

At its peak, the Dragon Clan was in no way inferior to the Chan Sect of today. Apart from the Ancestral Dragon, there were several other Dragon Clan members who were comparable to the Great Luo Immortals.

To put it bluntly, back then, celestial dragons like Ao Guang were everywhere in front of him.

Unfortunately, no matter how wealthy they were, in that devastating calamity, all those clansmen, along with the glory of the dragon race, vanished without a trace.

In the past, he would never have believed that one day the dragon race would be ruled by four celestial dragons who would become the Dragon Kings of the four seas...

"I hope so!" Ao Guang rubbed his hands together, his eyes full of anticipation.

Meanwhile, inside the room...

Yu Ding pondered for a moment and glanced at Ao Bing, who was standing obediently to the side.

Seeing Yu Ding looking over, Ao Bing hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master, are you thirsty? Let me pour you some tea."

Yu Ding smiled and said, "The dignified Third Prince of the East Sea Dragon King would do such a job?"

Ao Bing was taken aback, then smiled broadly and said, "I've got it! Yes, I've got it!"

"Enlightenment?" Yu Ding asked with a strange expression.

Ao Bing, concealing the fear in his eyes, smiled ingratiatingly and said, "After Master's instruction, I feel as if the clouds have parted and the sky has cleared. I feel refreshed and full of wisdom. Suddenly, it seems like I know everything."

Yu Ding sneered: "Even a pig would learn to do the same thing after seeing someone repeat it for a thousand years, and you've actually figured it out."

Ao Bing said with a long face, "Master, next time... could you please not use pigs as an example?"

Anyway, he is now very afraid of his unpredictable master.

Yu Ding smiled, stood up and walked to Ao Bing, quickly touching Ao Bing's shoulders, waist, and legs.

Ao Guang said his son was born with divine talent and good potential, but he needed to make his own judgment on just how good it was.

Ao Bing asked in surprise, "Master, what are you doing?"

Yu Ding sat back down, glanced at Ao Bing, and then lowered his head again.

He then stared at Ao Bing's face for a moment, seemingly incredulous.

This time, however, his expression turned serious. After a moment's thought, he quickly began to calculate with his right hand.

Finally, Yu Ding suddenly shuddered, his face changed drastically, and then he spat out blood from the corner of his mouth. He slumped weakly onto the table, saying, "This is bad!"

Ao Bing was terrified by this scene and hurriedly stepped forward, saying, "Master, what's wrong? Don't scare your disciple!"

Despite his fear, the master-disciple relationship had now been established, and with heaven and earth as witnesses, this man was now his master.

Although he was usually quite unruly and not very familiar with this master, he was genuinely panicked at this moment and showed heartfelt concern.

Yu Ding weakly raised his hand and grabbed Ao Bing's shoulder, saying feebly, "Disciple, I just calculated... that you are destined for a calamity..."

"Blood disaster?"

Ao Bing panicked and said, "Master, your prediction was so accurate, but it's all over now. Master, wait for me, I'll go find Father and Ninth Uncle to save you."

He turned to leave, but was held tightly by the "weak" Jade Cauldron.

Yu Ding gripped his hand and shook his head heavily, whispering, "It's not just a bloody disaster, it's a calamity! A calamity with no chance of survival!"

"A calamity of certain death?"

These six words struck Ao Bing's heart like a hammer blow, causing his heart to stop for a moment.

For immortals and gods like them, the moment they are involved in a calamity, they will inevitably either die or be seriously injured, or at least be left with only half a life.

Especially since this time it's a doomsday situation.

His face turned pale, and he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Master, don't scare me. I'm easily frightened."

Yu Ding seemed to be so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood. He said angrily, "You wretched disciple, I've tried to predict your fate and divine the secrets of heaven, and I'm already in this state. And you think I'm just trying to scare you?"

Ao Bing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came over and hugged Yu Ding's leg, rubbing against him and crying bitterly, "Master, you must save your disciple! I don't want to die young! Is there any way to avoid this calamity?"

Yu Ding struggled to pull his leg out and weakly said, "What's meant to be will be..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ao Bing was already running around the room in terror, clutching his head: "Isn't that the end? I haven't become the Dragon King of the East Sea yet, and I haven't married a whole bunch of fairy maidens to have children for my East Sea..."

Yu Ding: "emm..."

Good lad, you have ambition!
This standard of living is something I haven't even reached, yet you're already eyeing it?
At this moment, Yu Ding murmured, "However, the Great Dao is fifty, and the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, leaving a glimmer of hope for all things. Perhaps you still have a glimmer of hope."

Upon hearing this, Ao Bing, who had been acting strangely, immediately stopped and rushed over, his eyes full of hope, asking, "What hope, Master?"

It's done... Yu Ding took a deep breath, trembling, and flipped his hand, divine light shone, and a scroll of heavenly book appeared, which he handed to Ao Bing.

Ao Bing took it in surprise, frowned as he looked at the four words on the cover, and said, "Eight what what what... what book is this, Master?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Ding's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Ao Bing: "You... don't recognize the words on it?"

No, don't tell him that little brat Ao Bing can't read either.

Ao Bing frowned and stared at the four large characters for a long time before shaking his head and saying, "I only recognize two of them. The other two seem familiar, like characters from our dragon clan, but... I don't recognize them."

"This is the Dragon and Phoenix script, the common script used in the prehistoric world. You're telling me you don't recognize it?" Yu Ding glared and almost shouted.

He admitted that he was somewhat exasperated and on the verge of losing his temper.

This is the Dragon Prince! He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and received the best education from the Dragon Clan. He is fundamentally different from Yang Jian and Yuan Hong.

Today, he took out the book of unparalleled divine skills, but his disciple told him that he couldn't read the characters... Ao Bing suddenly realized: "Oh, I've been learning dragon characters and culture since I was a student, and I haven't had time to learn these yet."

Seeing his master's face growing increasingly grim, Ao Bing quickly and cautiously added, "After all, this disciple... is only ten years old."

"I……"

Yu Ding almost spat out a mouthful of blood this time.

He had already decided to give the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to Ao Bing to study and cultivate.

It's just that this little dragon cub was pampered and had no master-disciple bond with him, which is why he staged this drama of predicting his own death.

The purpose was twofold: firstly, to use the self-inflicted injury as a ploy to strengthen their bond; and secondly, to give the boy a sense of threat and urgency, thus motivating him to cultivate diligently.

As a result, the fact that the kid couldn't read almost broke his spirit.

He did indeed remember that the Dragon and Phoenix scripts currently circulating in the prehistoric world evolved from the scripts of the Dragon and Phoenix clans.

However, it is different from the script of the dragon and phoenix clan.

Ao Bing grinned sheepishly, waiting for Yu Ding's response.

Yu Ding took a deep breath. He originally wanted to send this disciple back and have Ao Guang teach him to read before bringing him back.

But remembering that he and this disciple didn't have much of an emotional connection to begin with, he had no choice but to give up.

He picked up the celestial book and said, "This is the supreme profound skill of my Jade Spring Mountain lineage. If you have the opportunity to master it, I am 90% confident that you can survive this calamity."

Despite Nezha's extraordinary talent, the old Taiyi had already used his immortal power to cleanse and temper his body from an early age, and even gifted him the Universe Ring and the Chaos Ribbon...

But he only needs the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts!
"Then I'm determined to master it no matter what!"

Upon hearing this, Ao Bing's eyes lit up and he became incredibly energetic.

Yu Ding forced a weak smile and offered a perfunctory compliment: "Good ambition, but first learn all the characters. Come, read after me, this is called Eight, Nine, Mysterious Skill..."

He knew that Yuan Hong and Yang Jian would definitely be able to master the skills, which was already set in the original novel of Investiture of the Gods.

After that, no one under his tutelage succeeded in cultivating it. Even Longji only comprehended a portion of it, about one-third.

The other disciples also have their own lineages or their own destiny, and are not suitable for the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

This time, he gave Ao Bing a dead dragon as a... cough cough, let the kid try it, yes, let him try it!
It's a good thing that Jade Void Palace has gained another guardian dragon god.

Then... Yu Ding discovered that his method had indeed worked.

Under the calamity of "ten deaths and no chance of survival", Ao Bing devoted himself wholeheartedly and studied with utmost seriousness.

In the distance, two heads, one tall and one short, were peering inside from the corner of the wall.

“The Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, hey, Xiao Guangzi, look, it really is the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique. Yu Ding is a good guy, he didn’t hold back.”

Huang Long exclaimed excitedly, "Look! Yu Ding seems to be teaching your son word by word! Hahaha, good brother Yu Ding!"

Upon hearing this, Ao Guang was overjoyed, but then said with a hint of resentment, "I saw Uncle Jiu, but even if you're excited, could you please not pat my head?"

Huang Long coughed lightly and said, "Let's leave this to Yu Ding. He really cured your son and is teaching him very diligently. Let's go have a couple of drinks."

Ao Guang nodded slightly and smiled with relief, "Alright, please ask Uncle Jiu."

Huang Long put his arm around Ao Guang's neck and gestured animatedly, "Are there any drinking games to liven things up?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and their tacit "giegiegie" laughter filled the air.

……

Dusk, Chentang Pass.

In front of the General's Mansion.

"No, where did that brat go? He disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Li Jing sat on the steps in front of the gate, but ultimately didn't dare to go in. Even with Bi Fang's help, he couldn't find it.

While he hesitated, he saw Nezha happily hopping and skipping back from afar.

"Nezha..."

Li Jing stood up with a look of surprise, but then quickly put on a stern face: "You still know to come back."

Nezha asked fearlessly, "Father, which foot should I step through the door today so you won't beat me?"

Li Jing blushed, then coughed and picked up Nezha, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about, kid? I only scolded you because you got the muddy water dirty. Hey, is your bottom alright?"

Even an adult would have a swollen butt from those slaps for days, so how come this kid is fine?

It's strange, really. Every time he taught Nezha a lesson, the kid was never hurt and would be back to his old self in no time.

Nezha smugly hummed, "My master healed me, and he asked me to pass on a message to you."

"What did you say?" Li Jing was taken aback.

Nezha coughed and, mimicking Taiyi's tone, sneered, "Tell your father that I specialize in treating sprains and bruises."

"Specializing in treating sprains and bruises... no, sprains and bruises?"

Li Jing's expression changed slightly, and he looked at the son in his arms and suddenly felt that he was burning hot.

This Master Taiyi is clearly warning me.

Isn't this immortal really interesting? He even interferes with the fact that it's perfectly natural for a father to beat his son?
Well, it seems like it's not good to play around without a proper reason anymore.

Three months have passed quickly.

It was noon that day.

Chen Tang Pass General's Office.

Nezha sat on the steps in front of the door, his right hand supporting his chin, occasionally glancing towards the end of the long street.

"Third Young Master, Madam is calling you for dinner."

A servant came out and said, "She said that the master might not be back until tonight."

Nezha pouted and said, "I told my father it was my birthday today and asked him to come early, and he agreed."

He stood up disappointedly, still somewhat unwilling to give up, and looked in the direction Li Jing had left.

People came and went in his line of sight, but the figure he was looking forward to did not appear for a long time.

The servant smiled and said, "Master is very busy, after all, he is responsible for the affairs of the entire Chentang Pass."

"Hmph, whatever. I'm not going to talk to him anymore if he doesn't come at noon." Nezha crossed his arms and turned his head away, huffing.

"Ignore who?"

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind him. Nezha turned around in surprise and saw Taiyi Zhenren smiling and bending down in front of him.

"Master, what brings you here?!" Nezha exclaimed in surprise.

Taiyi Zhenren smiled and said, "It's my disciple's birthday. How could I, as his master, not come?"

Then he deliberately sighed: "It's a pity that my disciple doesn't care about me as his master. As his master, I have no choice but to swallow my pride and come here myself."

Nezha, looking embarrassed, drew a circle on the ground with his right foot and said, "No, no, this disciple was planning to come back this afternoon to invite you to dinner."

Taiyi laughed heartily at his disciple's expression, then reached into his sleeve and pulled out a box, saying, "This is a gift from your master to you."

"Wow!" Nezha's eyes lit up immediately. He happily accepted it, and his eyes involuntarily reddened: "Thank you, Master."

Taiyi affectionately patted Nezha's head: "See if you like it."

PS: Oh right, I'm asking for two monthly tickets. I've slowly updated 40,000 words in July, hehehe, and I just want to collect 1,000 monthly tickets to exchange for a chance to win a prize at the end of the month.

PS: During my live writing session tonight, a reader mentioned the "Alliance Leader," which reminded me that this book has an Alliance Leader. Sigh, I'm sorry to have disappointed the Alliance Leader and the readers who have supported me before; I'm truly ashamed.

Fortunately, Pineapple is back. This time, I'll finish writing this book so that if the Alliance Leader and all my former readers come back here in the future, they will see a complete book and a complete Pineapple.

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