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

Chapter 581 What Great Sage of Meishan? He's just a monkey stealing peaches.

"That makes sense..."

Longji crossed his arms and nodded, agreeing with Yu Ding's statement.

"Oh, there's one more thing."

Yu Ding said, "Your junior brother also became a Golden Immortal a few days ago."

"Master, is this true? Junior Brother... I heard he's not very old, is he?" Longji asked in surprise.

Yu Ding looked at Long Ji deeply and said, "That's right, he's only ten years old. He's from the Dragon Clan, so like you, his age calculation is a little different from others."

"No wonder... Master, you really startled me. If you really took ten years to train a Golden Immortal, that would be terrifying."

Longji muttered, "No, it's already amazing now. From ancient times to the present, apart from those few saints, I have never heard of any other saint who could teach so many Golden Immortals."

Their lineage—the eldest brother, her, Yang Jian, Xiao Fei, and now the junior brother—are all Golden Immortals. Such a powerful lineup... how many forces in the entire prehistoric world can match it?

If one of them can wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace, wouldn't all of them combined be able to run rampant throughout the primordial world...?

"emmm..."

Yu Ding pondered, "To be honest, the probability of a Golden Immortal emerging from his sect is indeed a bit too high."

Yuan Hong, Yang Jian, Long Ji, and Ao Bing—the disciples who received his true teachings had a 100% chance of becoming Golden Immortals, practically maxed out.

"Just average."

Yu Ding smiled and pointed at Qing Yun, who was happily munching on the precious immortal fruit provided by Long Ji: "This kid and Xiao Yang Chan are still not up to par, which is lowering my teaching efficiency."

Qingyun's expression immediately hardened, and the immortal fruit in his hand suddenly lost its appeal. He said resentfully, "Master, do you have to say this when I'm happy? Look at my senior brothers and sisters, they're all getting more and more powerful... Don't even mention me, how many people in this world can compare to them?"

Longji listened with a beaming smile.

Yu Ding's face darkened, and he feigned anger, saying, "Lies! All you do is make excuses!"

Qingyun shrank back and said cautiously, "Master, you've forgotten, I'm just a servant!"

"You lazy bum..." Yu Ding suddenly burst out laughing at his appearance, shaking his head with a doting smile.

Although Qingyun was a child, after being trained and guided by him, his cultivation level has now surpassed that of some of the other formal disciples. He is truly not bad at all.

But what can he do when his workplace is Yuquan Mountain?

Longji laughed and said, "Alright, alright, Senior Sister has plenty of good stuff here. I'll give you some to take on the way."

Half a day later, Yu Ding and Qing Yun prepared to leave.

"Longji, do not break the promise you made with your master," Yu Ding solemnly instructed.

Seeing Yu Ding's serious expression, Long Ji replied, "Master, rest assured, I remember. I will never leave the mountain until the Investiture of the Gods is completed."

Yu Ding nodded in satisfaction, swept his whisk, and a gentle breeze carried him and Qingyun into the air, where they disappeared into the distance in an instant.

“Master, something feels off this time…” Longji raised his hand, pinched his fair chin, and stared at the direction the jade cauldron had left, his eyes flickering.

At this moment, high in the sky.

"Old Nie, Ang En~ why don't you..."

"We'll talk after you finish eating." Yu Ding glanced speechlessly at Qingyun, who was carrying a large package and whose mouth was stuffed full.

The package naturally contained the good things that Longji had given to his junior brother: fruits, pills, and other precious items. It was packed full of them.

Qingyun had no choice but to chew it up and swallow the fruit. Then, her eyes lit up as she looked at the bundle in her arms and said, "The fruit from Senior Sister's house is so delicious!"

Yu Ding glanced at him: "Hey, that's a novel idea. What's wrong with your senior sister's family?"

It's no exaggeration to say that this disciple's food, clothing, and daily necessities are even better than his master's. Even an inconspicuous grape or melon seed on the table, if left in the cultivation world, would be a supreme immortal fruit or a great opportunity that cultivators would fight tooth and nail for. It could give plants and living beings intelligence and bring them great benefits when they cultivate and break through realms.

Thanks to his disciple, since taking Longji as his disciple, not only Yu Ding, but also everyone on Yuquan Mountain has seen their living standards improve by leaps and bounds.

"Uh... Master is right!" Qingyun tilted her head and thought about it, and it really made sense.

"And one more thing……"

Yu Ding turned his head and said with a smile, "Aren't the peaches from our Jade Spring Mountain delicious? Why haven't you been eating them lately?"

Qingyun's expression changed and he quickly smiled and said, "Delicious, delicious! I... I saved it for my senior brother."

Although the immortal peaches of Jade Spring Mountain are also spiritual roots, and they don't bear many fruits, he is already exhausted from eating them, thanks to the kindness of his senior brothers and sisters.

Upon hearing the words "Senior Brother," Yu Ding's smile froze slightly, and his gaze drifted into the distance, growing increasingly profound.

"Hmm, this Nine Heavens Jade Fruit is the most delicious. There's only one left, sir. Would you like some?" Qingyun asked politely, holding up a celestial fruit shrouded in auspicious energy.

"eat!"

Yu Ding took it with one hand, put it to his mouth, and took a bite. It melted in his mouth, and the juice burst with an indescribable fragrance.

Qingyun: (_)
"Where are we going now, sir?" Qingyun asked.

Yu Ding was gazing into the distance when he heard this. He turned his gaze back and said calmly, "Go to Guanjiang Estuary and see what your senior brother Yang Jian has been up to lately."

In his vision was a continuous mountain range, and on the summit of the main peak, a ferocious bird statue with outstretched wings exuded an overwhelming ferocity that even immortals and demons feared, making people dare not approach.

It was the infamous Peng Demon King Mountain.

Yu Ding was quite at ease with this disciple; at least he wouldn't cause any problems during the Investiture of the Gods.
"Senior Brother Yang?!"

Qingyun immediately perked up and exclaimed happily, "Great! I've never been to Senior Brother Yang's house before!"

Yu Ding smiled mysteriously again: "You might run into another acquaintance this time."

"Another acquaintance? Who is it?"

Qingyun was taken aback and pondered, "I don't know many people, and I haven't been out much. Apart from a few senior brothers and uncles, I don't know anyone else."

"It is precisely because you don't go out much and don't know many people that I brought you out on this trip to broaden your horizons."

Yu Ding said in a profound and unfathomable way: "As the saying goes: Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles, but traveling ten thousand miles is not as good as... As for who it is, you can figure it out yourself."

“I think…” Qingyun frowned, deep in thought.

Yu Ding raised the corner of his mouth, swept his whisk, and a wisp of immortal power enveloped Qingyun as he took a step forward. Qingyun felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a push-back sensation and then a feeling of weightlessness.

When he came to his senses and looked around, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. He couldn't help but say, "Where is this, sir? Hiss, so much demonic energy."

He looked around and saw huge mountain ranges winding to the left, one after another, like dragons and snakes, or the spine of the earth, surrounded by spiritual energy. There was also a lot of demonic energy condensing in the sky and not dissipating. Several of them made him feel a little scared. To the right was a vast fertile plain with a human city and many small towns.

"This place is called Guanzhou, and that's where your senior brother Yang's home, Guanjiangkou, is."

As Yu Ding spoke, he looked at the mountain range and smirked: "As for the demonic aura on that mountain, there must be many demons lurking there. Qingyun, go and see if the demons on that mountain are doing anything to harm the human world. If they are, then you must slay the demons and wipe them out for me."

Qingyun: "!!!∑(Дノ)ノ What? Me?" He pointed at the mountain with an incredulous expression.

No, sir, do you want to listen to yourself and see if you've said it backwards? With so much demonic energy, if I go there, will I wipe them out or will they wipe me out?

"With your master and your senior brother Yang here, what are you cowering for?"

Jade whisk swept behind him: "Is your master's divine sword something you can just carry around and look at?"

Although it was just a light sweep, Qingyun immediately felt a force that made him fall forward involuntarily, and with a cry of surprise, he fell to the ground, kicking up a lot of dust.

When Qingyun woke up rubbing his aching head, he was suddenly startled to see countless monsters with human bodies and animal heads all around him, staring at him in astonishment.

A monster with a yellow leopard's head walked towards him, grinning to reveal its snow-white, sharp teeth, and extending a claw that gleamed with a cold light.

"Don't come over..."

Qingyun was shocked. He reached for the divine sword on his back, drew it three-tenths of its length, and a sharp sword light flashed. He quickly bent over and assumed a defensive stance.

Almost the instant the divine sword was drawn from its sheath, the white-robed scholar who was sitting cross-legged in the peach grove behind Meishan Mountain, meditating, slowly opened his eyes, his golden pupils becoming deep and fixed on the front.

Immediately afterward, upon recognizing the person, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up: "This kid... he's grown taller!"

Yu Ding had been kind enough to teach him his skills, but Qing Yun had also helped him a great deal and they had a very good relationship.

If it weren't for Qingyun, he might not have been able to successfully become a disciple of his master, let alone be where he is today.

At the front of the city, the yellow leopard spirit was so frightened by the sword light that he flipped backward ten times, quickly pulling away ten zhang (approximately 33 meters). He roared with fear and dread, "Are you sick, you stinking Taoist priest?"

After saying this, he turned and left.

The eyes of the other monsters around him scattered rapidly the moment the sword light appeared, their gazes becoming strange, some turning cold, others revealing greed. Then they ignored him and returned to their usual state of coming and going as monsters.

"See? I told you we shouldn't help this human!"

"That's right, Boss Huang almost lost his life because of his good intentions."

Seeing the demons' reactions and listening to their conversation, Qingyun was taken aback. He slowly sheathed the sword he had drawn a third of the way from his back: "Huh?"

Something seems... not right. No, nothing in this place seems right.

So, the yellow leopard demon wasn't trying to attack him, but rather to help him up?
But something's not right. Those white teeth are too creepy, and that expression is so frightening that it triggered an instinctive reaction in his body.

“See, Xuanxuan? Prejudice in people’s hearts is a mountain, no matter how hard we try… sigh, Xuanxuan?” An old man shook his head and sighed, then suddenly looked around in surprise, only to find that his female apprentice was gone.

When he saw his apprentice, his eyes widened in fury, and he covered his head with his hands in terror.

A little girl, dressed in white, was seen smiling and squatting in front of Qingyun.

"Little Taoist brother, is this your first time visiting Seven Saints City?" Xuanxuan asked with a smile.

"Seven Holy Cities?"

Qingyun glanced at the little girl, and as he stood up, he took a slight, almost imperceptible step back. He had suffered at the hands of a female demon when he went down the mountain before.

Then he looked around at the scene and asked, "What kind of place is the Seven Saints City?"

"Pfft!"

Xuanxuan couldn't help but laugh out loud and leaned forward: "You don't know where this place is, so how did you get here? You fell from the sky and landed on your butt with a 'thud,' your entrance was absolutely amazing! I didn't even think of such a unique way. Everyone was looking at you just now."

"I……"

Qingyun blushed and took a barely perceptible step back. He couldn't lie, but he also couldn't tell the truth that he had been swept here by his master's whisk. So he was a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Master tricked me..." Qingyun cried out in his heart. He had a dream of becoming a patriarch, but if his dream came true and people found out that his patriarch had been so disgraced, then... then everything would be over.

At this moment, the old man quickly stepped forward to protect his precious disciple behind him, staring nervously at the embarrassed Qingyun, cold sweat dripping down his back.

The young apprentice may be ignorant of his own limitations, but he has already discovered that the aura emanating from this young Taoist priest is unusually strong, almost comparable to that of the great saints of the Seven Saints City.

In addition, there was that divine sword behind him... Although it had only been drawn three-tenths of its length, the sword light had already made him tremble with fear, as if his soul was about to be cut open. This made him conclude that the sword must be an unparalleled divine weapon.

With such skill and such a treasure, this young Taoist must have an extraordinary background. If his disciple were to speak recklessly and offend this Taoist master, both of them would probably lose their lives.

"Young friend, my disciple is a bit tactless and doesn't know how to speak properly, please don't take offense. If there's nothing else, we'll be leaving now." He covered his disciple's mouth and said with a smile.

"Did you fall down by accident while practicing cloud soaring?" Xuanxuan broke free from the old man's hand, saw Qingyun's embarrassment, and provided him with a way out.

"No, only an idiot would fall down from such a simple spell as Flying Cloud. I've never fallen down. Heh, have you ever fallen down?" Qingyun shook his head, then raised an eyebrow at the little girl.

Xuanxuan stared wide-eyed at the young Taoist priest in front of her, puffing out her cheeks in anger. After a long while, she managed to utter two words: "I didn't have any either!"

Whose son is this little Taoist priest? He's so infuriating.

If it weren't for his handsome features, I wouldn't have bothered with him.

"If you didn't have it, why would you need to think about it for so long?"

Qingyun grinned and said to the old man in an old-fashioned manner, "Well, I have to go now. By the way, what kind of place is this Seven Saints City?"

The old man was taken aback and exclaimed, "Meishan!"

"Meishan? You mean this is Meishan?" Qingyun exclaimed with delight.

The old man said with a strange expression, "Of course, could it be... that there are other places with this name as well?"

“A man from Meishan in the Great Shang Kingdom of Jambudvipa, hahaha, so that’s how it is.”

Qingyun laughed loudly, then asked the old man, "May I ask another question? Do you know anyone in Meishan named Yuan Hong?"

The old man and his apprentice exchanged a glance, their expressions a mixture of strangeness and shock: "This Great Sage of Meishan is Yuan Hong, but I wonder... if he is the one you're looking for?"

"Ah, yes, yes, that's him. I have something to attend to, so I'll take my leave now. Until we meet again." Qingyun turned and left.

Two figures, one tall and one short, stared blankly at the young Taoist's retreating figure. They exchanged a glance and both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

What connection could a mere Taoist priest possibly have with the legendary Great Sage of Meishan, who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace and whose fame resounded throughout the primordial world?

Qingyun, carrying his sword, headed towards the city lord's mansion when the little girl suddenly called out, "Hey, little Taoist priest, what's your name?"

"This humble Taoist is Qingyunzi!"

Qingyun smiled and waved his hand behind him, his figure quickly disappearing into the demon horde, out of the sight of the master and disciple.

But just as he walked a short distance, a voice suddenly came from beside him: "Qingyunzi? You haven't become the Qingyun Patriarch yet?!"

Qingyun paused, turned around abruptly, and saw a white-robed scholar smiling at him. He was stunned.

"Hey, Qingyun, are you serious? I came all this way to greet you when I saw you. You haven't recognized me in all these years, have you? I'd be very sad if you didn't." The white-robed scholar pretended to be sad.

The two brothers hadn't seen each other for a long time, and the atmosphere was right. Qingyun's eyes were already red, but when he heard Yuan Hong's words, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hmph, what Meishan Great Sage? He's just a monkey who stole my peaches."