This is so dishonest!

Chapter 489 The Heavenly Court's Traitor, the Loving and Harmonious Chan Sect [Two Chapters Combined, 8k]

Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave.

The mountain springs gurgle, the cliffs are covered with rare herbs, and every breeze carries a refreshing and invigorating fragrance.

However, at this moment, this peaceful and serene sacred land of immortals is shrouded in an invisible aura of killing intent.

Outside the cave, the net of 80,000 Heavenly River naval troops still loomed like dark clouds, sealing off the entire sky.

Celestial light and divine radiance flowed between the grids, radiating a chilling pressure.

But in front of the Golden Cloud Cave, a seven-year-old boy seemed oblivious to the sight that would make even ordinary immortals tremble.

Yang Jian's eyes were fixed intently on the Taoist priest in blue robes carrying a sword in front of the cave.

Just now, Yang Jian witnessed Yu Ding Zhenren trap 80,000 heavenly soldiers with just one sword.

This greatly shocked Yang Jian's young mind.

So this is how much power can reach.

It turns out that one person with a sword is enough to contend with the entire Heavenly Court.

After the immense shock came even greater joy and hope.

He found his way and saw the only possibility of rescuing his mother.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian knelt down.

He performed the formal apprenticeship ceremony before Master Yuding.

The boy's movements were precise and devout. With each kowtow, he used all his strength, and his forehead struck the cold jade ground with a dull thud.

Yang Jian's bow finally put an end to the weight that had been hanging over Yu Ding Zhenren's heart.

For the first time ever, a gentle smile appeared on his face, which was usually as resolute and cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.

That smile was like a spring breeze brushing across a frozen lake, melting the glacier and bringing everything back to life.

Taoism places great emphasis on the concept of "fate" or "destiny".

Everything in the universe has its beginning and end, its gathering and scattering, all governed by causes and conditions.

Immortals, especially the Jade Void Immortals, value this mysterious and profound destiny even more.

Yang Jian, this young man with a unique destiny, has an incredibly deep master-disciple relationship with Yu Ding.

This kind of fate is like looking at flowers through the fog or gazing at the moon in the water; it seems clear, yet it is separated by an unspeakable veil.

It was preordained, yet it needs to be revealed by the person involved at the right time.

Before Yang Jian arrived at Yuquan Mountain after going through countless hardships, neither he, the immortal of the Chan Sect, nor Tianpeng and his group, who seemed to be "relentlessly pursuing" him but were actually "escorting" him all the way, exerted any influence on him in this regard.

All the choices were completely handed over to the child himself.

After all, beyond the fifty Great Daos and the forty-nine Heavenly Evolutions, there is always that one that has escaped.

That "one" represents the variable, the unknown, and the only chance for survival for all living beings in their predetermined fate.

It is vast and boundless, formless and intangible, unpredictable and elusive.

Only when the predetermined number of days and the unpredictable variables both settle down and perfectly converge, becoming a fait accompli, will they become a reality.

This is true destiny.

"Good disciple, please rise without the formalities."

Master Yu Ding stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and a gentle yet irresistible magical power surged forth, gently lifting Yang Jian, who was about to kowtow for the third time.

His voice carried a hint of heartfelt relief and joy.

However, Yang Jian's small body was unusually stubborn.

He was lifted up by magic, but by his own will, he knelt down heavily once again.

He kowtowed three more times, his forehead already red and swollen, but he was completely unaware of it.

"Master!"

The boy's voice was thick with nasal tone and he was already choked up and unable to speak properly.

"Please, Master, please save my mother!"

These words seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

He lay on the ground, his thin shoulders trembling violently, the long-suppressed grief and helplessness finally bursting forth at that moment.

He recounted his family history to his newly acquainted master in fits and starts.

Even if Yang Jian is destined to be extraordinary in the future, at this moment he is just a child who has experienced life and death and is all alone and helpless.

All the fortitude and composure he displayed in front of the Heavenly Soldiers and on the road to escape were merely a fragile layer of self-protection under that enormous crisis.

Now, he has finally found someone he can trust and someone he can confide in.

He let down all his defenses and finally revealed his most authentic and vulnerable self to Master Yu Ding.

Master Yu Ding listened quietly, looking at the child who had suddenly burst into tears, and sighed inwardly.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Yang Jian's head, a warm magical power slowly flowing in to soothe his agitated mind.

"Crazy boy, crazy boy."

The voice of Master Yu Ding was soft and melodious.

"It's not that I'm unwilling to help."

"However, the matter involves a wide range of issues and complex causes, so it requires careful consideration."

He helped Yang Jian up and made him sit on the prayer mat beside him, then began to explain the whole story to him in detail.

Of course, Master Yuding was only focusing on the key points he was talking about.

He spoke of the Heavenly Court, of the Supreme God of Heaven, and of the newly promulgated strict Heavenly Rules.

He also frankly told Yang Jian that although his mother, Fairy Yunhua, was being suppressed, her life was not in danger; she was merely being temporarily imprisoned.

"Then... what about my older brother and younger sister?"

Yang Jian looked up, his eyes, red and swollen from crying, filled with urgency and worry.

He clung tightly to Master Yu Ding's sleeve, as if grasping at a lifeline.

Seeing his appearance, Master Yu Ding smiled gently, wanting to put him at ease.

"They are all well. Your teacher has already calculated it for you."

He replied slowly.

"They, like you, have each had their own opportunities, so you can rest assured about that."

Upon hearing this news, Yang Jian's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, immediately felt much relieved.

He let out a long, long sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed.

He cautiously pressed on, "Master, the opportunity you mentioned, is it the same as mine, that you also joined a sect of immortals?"

Master Yu Ding nodded with a smile, a mysterious and profound light flashing in his eyes.

"Perhaps their opportunities are even better than yours!"

This is not a word of comfort.

His elder brother, Yang Jiao, traveled eastward and eventually entered the vast and boundless East China Sea.

There, fate intervened, and it was unknown whether he would encounter the Dragon Clan first or the Jie Sect Immortals first.

But whichever it is, it will be a stroke of good fortune for him.

As for his sister Yang Chan, even Master Yu Ding was unable to accurately predict her whereabouts and whereabouts.

It was as if an even more powerful force had obscured all her secrets.

Those who possess such abilities are few and far between throughout the entire prehistoric world.

The depth of this opportunity is evident.

Having inquired about the whereabouts of his mother and siblings, Yang Jian felt much relieved, but one last thorn remained, deeply embedded in his heart.

"Master, and...and my father too!"

The moment the topic of Yang's father came up, Yang Jian's eyes, which had just begun to calm down, immediately reddened again.

He will never forget that scene for the rest of his life.

The man who was always smiling and would lift him high above his head, the man who would tell him stories of the mortal world, fell silently into a pool of cold blood.

Speaking of Yang Jian's father, Yang Tianyou.

Master Yu Ding's gentle gaze suddenly became complicated.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if he were calculating something through the void before him.

He closed his eyes again, his fingertips moving, and countless profound runes appeared and disappeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yang Jian, and gently shook his head.

"This matter...I am unaware of it."

These four simple words contain extremely complex and profound meaning.

This "not knowing" not only means that Master Yuding does not know whether Yang Tianyou is alive or dead, or where his soul has gone.

More importantly, he discovered that he couldn't even deduce the past or future of Yang Tianyou, this "person".

It's as if this person is a complete blank.

In his calculations of the heavens, the very existence of this mortal man named Tianyou, who ultimately failed to receive the protection of the heavens, became a huge mystery.

Master Yu Ding's thoughts drifted involuntarily to a deeper realm.

It should be understood that, without the mortal interaction of Yin and Yang, it is not an insurmountable task for immortals to conceive offspring.

This is especially true for innate deities like Fairy Yunhua, who have deep roots and powerful divine abilities.

She's Haotian's own sister!
For beings at her level, the ability to manipulate creation and bring something from nothing—a profound supernatural power involving the very essence of life—was incredibly simple.

If we take this idea to an even more extreme level...

Master Yu Ding even suspected that the so-called Fairy Yunhua descending to earth to marry a mortal and have children might just be a facade from beginning to end.
Could the real reason be that she learned the magic of Dean Yuan Huang at the Heavenly Dao Academy, which led to her unplanned pregnancy?
Or perhaps she made some kind of devout prayer to the supreme being who also holds the power of life and creation—the Goddess Nuwa of the Nuwa Palace.

Theoretically speaking, if Fairy Yunhua wanted to, she could easily create a "father" figure out of thin air for the children.

Rumble——!
Just as Master Yuding had this thought, a deafening and terrifying thunderclap suddenly exploded over Jade Spring Mountain without warning!
The thunder seemed to come from beyond the heavens, and it seemed to resound deep within the soul of every living being.

The entire Golden Cloud Cave Heaven shook violently, and the incredibly sturdy cave heaven dome was actually blasted into a huge hole by this lightning bolt!

Beyond the shattered sky lies a chaotic and raging landscape of earth, water, fire, and wind—a truly terrifying sight.

This sudden turn of events caused the increasingly distracted Jade Cauldron Immortal's expression to change drastically.

He was instantly jolted awake from his reverie, a layer of cold sweat seeping down his back.

He knew this was a warning from a saint.

He quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, and respectfully bowed in the direction of the Nuwa Palace in the heavens.

"The law does not punish the mind, the law does not punish the mind! Sage, please do not be offended, sage, please do not be offended!"

After a long time, the lightning that had been hovering outside the cave, radiating a terrifying and destructive aura, slowly dissipated.

"call!"

Master Yu Ding then straightened up and exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

He raised his sleeve and subconsciously wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, still feeling lingering fear.

The power of a sage is immeasurable, ineffable, and beyond comprehension.

Having just accepted a disciple with exceptional talent, he was so excited that his thoughts wandered and he forgot to use the "Pangu Shielding Technique".

This was practically flirting with death.

Master Yu Ding glanced at the shattered sky above, still emanating chaotic energy, and dared not think any further.

The sudden thunderclap also startled the young Yang Jian standing nearby.

His heart was still pounding wildly.

"Master, Master! The sky... the sky has a huge hole in it!"

Little Yang Jian was extremely surprised.

“My disciple, there is no need to be surprised.”

Master Yuding's expression instantly returned to calm and indifferent, as if he were not the one who had just been trembling with fear and begging for forgiveness.

He looked at the hole, a meaningful look flashing in his eyes, clearly implying something more.

"Well, the heavens are bound to break down sooner or later anyway."

He casually waved his sleeve.

In an instant, the entire Jade Spring Mountain was filled with golden rays and auspicious colors.

The golden rays of light, as if possessing a life of their own, converged towards the damaged area of ​​the cave.

Almost instantly, the grotesque hole was completely repaired, and the dome was as clean as new, showing no trace of the damage it had ever caused.

Yang Jian watched this incredible scene and nodded, half understanding but not quite.

He tilted his head, his face full of curiosity and confusion.

"Then...who is the 'sage' that Master mentioned just now?"

"Are they other fellow disciples from Yuquan Mountain?"

Faced with his disciple's clear and innocent question, Master Yuding pondered for a moment.

He thought for a moment and said in a way that Yang Jian could understand: "He is a senior disciple, a senior of extremely high seniority."

“We all come from the same lineage, called the Xuanmen.”

"And that person just now is one of the most outstanding and ancient saints in our Xuanmen, and even in the entire Primordial True World."

"According to seniority, if you meet her, you should address her as 'Grandmaster Uncle'."

Master Yu Ding's tone was filled with boundless respect.

He paused, then changed the subject, a hint of encouragement on his face.

"Of course, once you have achieved great success in your cultivation and attained the indestructible Great Luo Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, you will have the right to speak with her on an equal footing."

“At that time, you may call him ‘fellow Daoist’.”

"You must remember that in our Primordial True World, when you go out, your status and position ultimately depend on what you give yourself."

Master Yu Ding patted Yang Jian's head and continued speaking.

"In fact, if you have the ability, you can go back in time to before the beginning of time and change your foundation to be more powerful."

"By then, your identity will be changed at will."

These words were still too profound and too distant for the young Yang Jian.

He was confused and didn't quite understand.

Seeing this, Master Yuding smiled and did not offer any further explanation.

Some truths can only be understood when one truly embarks on the path of cultivation and experiences them firsthand.

"By the way, since we've come to the topic of the Xuanmen today, I'll just tell you about its origins."

Master Yu Ding put away his smile, and his expression became serious and solemn.

He earnestly instructed, "You must firmly remember the names of every immortal and great master of the Xuanmen that I will describe next, and you must not forget them in the slightest."

“Especially before you truly attain enlightenment and possess the power to protect yourself, these honors and identities can become your most solid support.”

"In the future, when you are out there experiencing life and death, if you encounter a life-or-death crisis, you can try calling out their names, and perhaps you will be able to find a glimmer of hope and help."

Little Yang Jian sensed the solemnity in his master's tone, and he immediately straightened his small back and nodded vigorously.

"Master, I understand, I will remember everything!"

Then, Master Yuding began to systematically explain to Yang Jian what the Xuanmen (mysterious sect) was.

He focused on his own sect, Chan Sect, and spoke of his supreme and majestic master, Yuanshi Tianzun, who resided in the Jade Void Palace on Mount Kunlun.

As Master Yuding recounted the story, the image of the incomparably powerful and majestic sect unfolded slowly before Yang Jian's eyes like a magnificent scroll.

For the first time, he realized that his sect possessed such a profound and terrifying foundation.

The confusion and fear in his heart were swept away by this strong sense of belonging.

Instead, there is an unprecedented sense of determination and confidence.

He clenched his small fists.

A flame called "hope" burned brightly deep within his eyes.

"I must diligently cultivate myself!"

"I must become as powerful as my master!"

"I must personally split Mount Peach to save my mother!"

Seven-year-old Yang Jian made his vow in his heart.

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In the days that followed, Master Yuding did not immediately begin teaching Yang Jian the Daoist arts.

He first took the child, who had just experienced the pain of losing his family, on a tour of the entire Yuquan Mountain.

Together they watched the sunrise and sea of ​​clouds, admired the waterfalls and flowing springs, and listened to the rustling pines and birdsong.

Master Yu Ding soothed Yang Jian's wounded heart in the gentlest and most silent way.

Only when the gloom on Yang Jian's face completely dissipated and he once again displayed the innocent smile of a child did Master Yu Ding feel that the time was ripe.

On this day, he solemnly said to Yang Jian, "Disciple, today I will take you to pay respects to our Grandmaster."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's face immediately turned serious, and he nodded solemnly. Yu Ding Zhenren then summoned auspicious clouds, carrying Yang Jian, and they transformed into a golden light, disappearing into the horizon.

"A real person! A real person!"

"Don't leave!"

"We're not out yet! I'm not out yet!"

At this time, the 80,000 heavenly soldiers and generals were still trapped in the sword energy cage.

They saw the jade tripod and left immediately.

They were all extremely anxious.

"Alright, alright, stop shouting." Tianpeng Zhenjun appeared out of nowhere.

The heavenly soldiers and generals were overjoyed: "Marshal, we knew you wouldn't abandon us!"

Tianpeng glared at his subordinates with annoyance: "Look at how pathetic you all are."

"The jade cauldron can trap you, but it can't block your right to access the internet."

"You can definitely go to the StarNet to relieve your boredom."

"We can even return to the Heavenly Court from the Spirit Realm!"

Upon hearing this, the heavenly soldiers suddenly realized, "That's right, how could we have forgotten about that!"

Compared to other departments of the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly River Navy has its own unique authority.

They are the network administrators of StarNet, and can move between the virtual and the real worlds based on their permissions.

Getting out of trouble is actually quite simple.

"But why didn't we think of that?" the heavenly soldiers and generals reflected.

"Could it be that Master Yuding's sword energy can impair intelligence?"

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East Kunlun.

The towering mountain rises straight into the clouds, its summit invisible.

The ancient, vigorous pines, like coiled dragons, perch on the cliff face.

Flocks of cranes danced gracefully among the sea of ​​clouds, emitting clear and melodious calls.

The dense, innate spiritual energy here condensed into a visible rainbow of colors, drifting in the wind, a breathtaking sight.

Yang Jian lay on the cloud, curiously observing this magnificent scene he had never seen before, his eyes filled with awe and wonder.

Before long, a magnificent palace, so majestic that words could not describe it, appeared before their eyes.

The palace was entirely made of an unknown type of celestial jade, reflecting countless rays of light under the sunlight.

In the square in front of the palace, the steps are made of white jade and the ground is paved with gold.

The three divine characters of "Jade Void Palace" hang high above the Heavenly Gate, each character seemingly containing a universe and expounding the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

Just one glance is enough to make one feel as if their very soul is about to be sucked in and condemned to eternal damnation.

Master Yu Ding led Yang Jian step by step up the long jade steps.

They passed through the magnificent palace gates and finally arrived at a spacious and majestic hall.

At the far end of the main hall, on a high platform, sat a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest's face and figure were unclear.

He simply sat there quietly, and countless strange phenomena arose and disappeared around him.

Sometimes it transforms into an unparalleled giant who created the world, and sometimes it transforms into a chaotic blue lotus that nurtures all things.

He seemed to be the very Dao itself, the source of all laws and principles.

Yang Jian knew that this was his grandmaster, the sage of the Chan Sect, Yuanshi Tianzun.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and immediately knelt down and respectfully performed the nine-kowtow ceremony.

"Disciple Yang Jian pays respects to Grandmaster."

May our Grandmaster live a long and healthy life.

The child's voice echoed in the hall.

Xuan Qing, standing on the high platform, slowly opened his eyes.

He smiled gently: "Get up."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like the divine pronouncement of heaven, resounding deep within Yang Jian's soul.

Yang Jian felt an irresistible, gentle force lift him up, and he involuntarily straightened his body.

Xuanqing's gaze lingered on Yang Jian for a moment.

“Excellent, excellent, you can be the first disciple of the third generation of my Chan Sect.”

Having gained Xuanqing's approval, both Yuding Zhenren and Yang Jian were overjoyed.

Xuanqing continued, "Now that you have joined my Chan Sect, you must have a protective treasure."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Qing pointed a finger lightly into the void.

On the vast ocean, the Ruins of Guixu trembled.

A roar was heard.

Boom!

In the center of the Jade Void Palace, the space rippled like water, and a pitch-black vortex appeared out of thin air.

An aura of extreme savagery, brutality, and ferocity surged forth from the vortex.

Roar--!
A deafening roar came from the depths of the vortex.

The voice contained endless resentment and unwillingness, as if it wanted to tear this world apart completely.

Immediately afterwards, an enormous head suddenly emerged from the dark vortex.

It was the head of a ferocious dragon, with a single horn on its head, eyes like pools of blood, and every scale gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

This is just the beginning.

The second head, the third head, emerged one after another from the vortex.

Finally, a dragon with a body ten thousand feet long and three heads broke free from the constraints of space and descended into the main hall.

Its body was coiled up, almost bursting the entire Jade Void Palace.

This three-headed dragon originated from the Ruins of Return.

It is a divine beast formed from the lingering resentment of the Poison Demon God.

As soon as the three-headed dragon appeared, its six enormous eyes stared intently at Xuan Qing on the high platform, filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Yuanshi!"

Its central head spoke in a hoarse and insane voice.

Having been suppressed by the Void for countless years, the lingering will of the Poison God was on the verge of losing his mind.

"You have imprisoned me for countless years; today is your death day!"

Having said that, its enormous body suddenly moved, opening its three blood-red mouths and biting fiercely at Xuan Qing.

Despite the demon god's desperate counterattack, Xuan Qing's face remained expressionless.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"You beast, how dare you be so insolent?"

He simply uttered this sentence calmly.

In an instant, the words became law.

An invisible force of the Great Dao descended instantly.

The once arrogant three-headed dragon suddenly froze in mid-air.

The madness and brutality it saw were quickly replaced by endless fear.

"no no!"

It let out a mournful cry of extreme terror.

A layer of golden, yet utterly cold, flames ignited on its body.

That is the divine fire of the Great Dao.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the indestructible body of the three-headed dragon began to melt and decompose at a visible speed.

The bones are groaning, and the flesh is being reassembled.

Its massive body was constantly compressed and tempered.

Its resentful soul was forcibly ripped from its body and then forcibly reinserted.

It was as if an invisible hand was forging a rough, stubborn piece of iron into an unparalleled divine weapon.

In the end, all the light faded away.

The ferocious three-headed dragon had vanished without a trace.

Instead, there was a uniquely shaped halberd that floated quietly in mid-air.

The halberd was dark gold in color, more than ten feet long, and had three points and two blades.

Xuan Qing flicked his finger, and the divine weapon emitted a clear dragon's roar, transforming into a stream of light that gradually shrank to the size of a thumb, landing steadily in Yang Jian's hand.

"This halberd is called the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd."

"With this weapon, one can eliminate all injustices in the world."

Yang Jian gripped the divine weapon tightly in his hand, feeling the surging power emanating from it. He bowed again and said in a weak voice:

"Disciple thanks Grandmaster!"

Seeing his disciple obtain the divine weapon, Master Yuding was both happy and somewhat worried.

"Master, is this divine weapon legitimate?" Jade Cauldron True Man glanced at his master cautiously.

Xuanqing simply smiled and looked at Jade Cauldron Immortal.

Can you give me something proper, something that represents the first disciple of the third generation of the Chan Sect?

The anxiety that had been hanging over Master Yuding finally died.

The immortals in Yuxu Palace all showed great affection and enthusiasm for Yang Jian, their junior disciple.

The way they looked at Yang Jian was like looking at their most beloved junior, full of kindness and expectation.

"Good boy, such a good boy."

The burly, booming-voiced Huanglong Zhenren stepped forward and patted Yang Jian heavily on the shoulder with his large, fan-like hand.

He grinned, revealing a set of snow-white teeth, and laughed heartily, "Nephew, in a couple of days, once you and your master have laid the foundation for the Great Dao, come to my cave to find me."

"As for me, my senior uncle, I dare not say anything else, but my body-refining skills are among the best in the entire Chan Sect!"

"I have a secret martial art I've kept hidden away, called the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art."

"I guarantee that once you've mastered this cultivation, you'll be indestructible and impervious to all magic. It's not impossible for you to attain enlightenment solely through your physical body!"

Yun Zhongzi, with his otherworldly air and holding a whisk, also walked over with a smile.

He looked Yang Jian up and down, his eyes full of approval.

“Nephew, if you are interested in the art of weapon crafting, you are welcome to come to Zhongnan Mountain to find me anytime.”

"Uncle Master, I dare not say that I can create innate spiritual treasures, but as long as it is a divine weapon or weapon that is known in this primordial world, there is no one I cannot replicate."

"If you need any magical artifacts in the future, just ask."

Immediately afterwards, the three immortals, Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and Cihang, whose temperaments were either compassionate, majestic, or peaceful, also arrived together.

They smiled gently at Yang Jian, their voices as warm as a spring breeze.

"Little Yang Jian, when you have time, come and sit at our temple and listen to us talk about the scriptures."

They said softly.

“Cultivating the Tao is not just about reaching a realm that transcends heaven and earth, but also about cultivating a heart as firm as a rock, unmoved by external things.”

"The three of us have quite a bit of experience in this area, which we can share with you."

Guang Chengzi weighed the Heaven-Turning Seal in his hand and said, "Nephew, I have two great supernatural powers that I can pass on to you."

"One is a unique skill that specifically targets the top of the head, and the other is a 50/50 technique."

Which one would you like to learn first?

Taiyi Zhenren, Julusun, and Qingxu Zhenren.
One after another, the immortals of the Chan Sect made their own gestures to Yang Jian.

Young Yang Jian was suddenly enveloped in the love of his sect, and for a moment he was so happy that he lost his bearings.

"Thank you, Senior Uncle! Thank you, Junior Uncle!"

"Thank you Master!"

In the long years that followed, the immortals of the Chan Sect took turns giving Yang Jian the most meticulous and comprehensive instruction.

Sometimes, Xuanqing would personally step in to answer Yang Jian's questions and guide him through the confusion in his cultivation.

And the entire vast and boundless Eastern Kunlun Sacred Realm, every flower, stone, blade of grass, and tree there seemed to possess a spirit, becoming Yang Jian's best playmate.

Those grotto-heavens created by the Golden Immortals became his exclusive playground.

He didn't need to leave Kunlun Mountain to appreciate the world's most magnificent scenery and comprehend the most complete and fundamental laws of the Dao.

In the Jade Void Palace, Yang Jian lived a carefree and happy life.

Of course, even in happy times, there will always be some minor "troubles".

"We all understand, we all understand."

"The first disciple of the third generation of the Chan Sect is exceptionally talented and needs a sparring partner to solidify his foundation. We all understand this principle."

"but!"

"But could you please stop trying to fleece us, the Qilin clan!"

When they saw the majestic five-colored lion carrying little Yang Jian once again, slowly swaying to Qilin Cliff, the group of proud sons of the Qilin clan were utterly heartbroken.

Ever since Yang Jian officially embarked on the path of cultivation, he has frequently visited their Qilin Cliff as a "guest".

There's nothing we can do about it; there are just more children of the same age here in the entire Kunlun Mountains.

Before long, Yang Jian became friends with the group of little Qilins.

Of course, this "becoming one with one" is more in a physical sense.

"Fellow Daoists, do not be afraid."

Little Yang Jian jumped off the back of the five-colored lion, his bright black and white eyes sparkling, and his smile carrying a hint of shy embarrassment.

He took out a golden rope from his pocket and waved it in front of the little Qilins.

"This time I will use the Immortal Binding Rope to tie one of my hands together."

"That way, I won't accidentally hurt you anymore."

These words almost caused the already dejected little Qilin on the other side to break down on the spot.

This is an even greater insult than defeating them outright!
The leading black unicorn was so angry that its scales stood on end, and two streams of white vapor spewed from its nostrils.

He gritted his teeth and growled, "A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!"

"Yang Jian! Bring it on! Today, we brothers will show you that the dignity of our Qilin clan cannot be challenged!"

Looking at this group of children, who were instantly filled with passion and high fighting spirit.

Not far away, several elders of the Qilin clan were enjoying tea and playing chess, stroking their long beards with bright smiles on their faces.

"Hehe, being young is wonderful."

In their view, it was no big deal that the first disciple of the third generation of the Chan Sect often visited Qilin Cliff and mingled with the children.

This even represents the recognition of the Qilin Clan by the immortals of the Chan Sect, showing that they do not regard them as outsiders.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, let's go and practice too."

The five-colored lion transformed into human form and leisurely approached the black jade unicorn.

Mo Yu Qilin's expression changed: "Fellow Daoist, isn't this unnecessary?"

The Five-Colored Lion, this cultivation maniac, is terrifying.

Once you become entangled with the other party.

No matter who it is, they will inexplicably enter the "involution" mode.

Many elders of the Qilin clan have been led astray by Xiao Wu.

Mo Yu Qilin felt that he had to uphold his Dao heart and resolutely resist the temptation.

Xiao Wu said earnestly, "I recently received a very profound technique from the Celestial Venerable."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yu Qilin's eyes lit up.

"What's there to say? Let's go!"

"Let's go practice!"

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