Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Next!"

A rat-clan cultivator behind him, his body wreathed in bloodthirsty resentment, was the first to push forward. With a fawning smile, he handed over a piece of innate spiritual bronze that shone with spiritual light and said in a low voice, "Senior brothers, you've worked hard. Please do me a favor."

The disciple of the Jie Sect weighed the spirit copper in his hand, and his face immediately brightened. He smiled and said, "Hmm, not bad, you're sensible."

He tossed a jade talisman to the rat-clan cultivator, saying, "With this talisman, the difficulty of the assessment will be reduced to the minimum, and you can pass it easily." The rat-clan cultivator was overjoyed after receiving the talisman, thanked him repeatedly, and then looked triumphantly at all the living beings behind him before striding confidently into the assessment.

Although the young man in blue robes also entered the formation, his bright eyes gradually lost their luster.

Having witnessed all of this, Huang Long felt a surge of anger slowly rising within him. He followed the group to the very front.

He stared intently at the few disciples of the Jie Sect blocking his way, his voice calm yet carrying a hint of coldness: "The reason why sages open mountains and accept disciples is to spread the Great Dao of Sages in the prehistoric world, to educate all living beings, and to guide them toward the Dao."

"When was it established that offering tributes to you gatekeepers would guarantee easy passage? You, as disciples of the sage, are here to oversee the assessment, yet you neglect your duties, daring to block the way and demand bribes, falsely using the sage's name. If the sage finds out, will he punish you, causing your deaths and the dissipation of your spiritual essence?"

The leading disciple, who was squinting as he carefully examined the ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herb he had just acquired, suddenly looked up upon hearing this. His eyes swept over Huang Long with hostility, and seeing that he was merely a Celestial Immortal, he immediately sneered, "Where did this rogue cultivator come from, daring to spout nonsense and criticize us disciples of saints?"

"To tell you the truth, these are the rules we set! Our leader, the leader of the Jie Sect, teaches without discrimination and has a broad mind; he doesn't care about such trivial matters!"

"The purpose of asking for your offerings is to test the sincerity of your desire for the Way! If you lack even this much sincerity, how dare you become disciples of a sage?"

Huang Long's eyes flashed with even more murderous intent: "Insolence! Your actions have shattered the image of the saintly figure in the hearts of those beings with pure hearts and clear roots. They have clouded their hearts and made it difficult for them to pass the test."

Huanglong paused, looking at all the living beings behind him, then turned to stare at the disciples of the Jie Sect. "You were originally wild cultivators from the mountains and marshes. You were taken in by the Sages out of pity, yet you do not know how to be grateful and cultivate virtue. Instead, you are here to tarnish the reputation of the Sages and the honor of the Three Pure Ones. You deserve to die!"

The Jie Sect disciple, his face flushed red from Huang Long's words, pointed at Huang Long's nose and cursed, "You ignorant fool! How dare you insult a disciple of my Jie Sect! I think you're just here to cause trouble!"

"How dare you disrespect us disciples of a sage! I will capture you, skin you alive, and tear out your tendons as a warning to others!"

Before he finished speaking, four or five disciples of the Jie Sect around him revealed fierce looks, each holding a magical weapon that flashed with spiritual light, and were about to take action to suppress Huanglong.

The crowd of seekers behind him all paled and retreated, their anger barely contained.

The last trace of camaraderie in Huang Long's heart dissipated.

He originally only wanted to speak up and stop these misguided disciples of the Jie Sect, but he did not expect them to be so arrogant. Not only did they show no remorse, but they also tried to arrest him and even accused him of "disrespecting the saints".

"Stubborn to the end," he uttered softly.

The disciples of the Jie Sect felt a chill creep into their hearts before they could even react.

Huang Long simply raised his hand slightly and pressed down with his palm.

"Snapped!"

There was no earth-shattering noise, just a crisp slapping sound.

The ferocity on the faces of the disciples of the Jie Sect who attacked Huanglong was still there. The next moment, their bodies were completely immobilized by Huanglong, who slammed them into the white jade in front of Kunlun Mountain. They could not move, and their magical power was completely shattered and sealed.

On the surface of the jade steps, where the Daoist energy flowed, only heads were visible, their wide-open eyes filled with horror and fear.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence!

All living beings, including the rat cultivators and the young man in blue robes who were already waiting in the formation for the assessment to begin, were dumbfounded, as if they had been frozen in place.

"This senior has some nerve! How dare he suppress several disciples of a sage so easily, right before the eyes of a sage in Kunlun Mountain!"

"What kind of cultivation level and supernatural power is this? It must be at least at the level of a Golden Immortal!"

Huang Long's gaze swept over the other disciples of the Jie Sect, who were pale with fright and retreating under his gaze, then turned to the other living beings and said calmly:

"The assessment continues. All living beings are treated equally. Those who pass can become disciples of the sage. Anyone who dares to make things difficult will be punished in the same way." As he spoke, Huang Long pointed to the heads on the ground.

Just then, a disciple of the Jie Sect secretly took out a jade talisman, crushed it, and it instantly transformed into a beam of light that shot towards Kunlun Mountain.

Huang Long simply watched quietly without intervening, standing with his hands behind his back, waiting for the people behind these disciples to appear.

Since we've taken on this responsibility, we must see it through to the end.

In just a few breaths, figures rushed from the Kunlun Mountains toward the mountain gate!

"Who dares to cause trouble in the sacred land of Kunlun and injure my disciples!" The voice preceded the person's arrival.

The sound was like thunder, echoing through the mountains, containing the pressure of a Golden Immortal, causing the many creatures outside the mountain gate to turn pale and break out in a cold sweat.

A dozen streaks of light descended, revealing a group of figures of various shapes and sizes.

The leader was none other than Qiu Shou Xian, who had once fought with Taiyi for the Daoist temple and was smashed into the ground by the Yellow Dragon Pagoda. The other one, with a long nose and fangs, and a body as strong as an iron tower, was Ling Ya Xian, one of the seven immortals who served Tongtian Shengren.

The outer disciples of the Jie Sect following behind them all possessed considerable auras, clearly elite disciples of the outer sect, with even the lowest-ranking among them being Xuanxian.

The dragon-headed immortal landed and first saw the exposed heads on the jade steps of the mountain gate. He was immediately enraged: "How dare you! How dare you insult my sect like this..."

"How dare you insult a disciple of the Jie Sect!"

It was as if a giant hand was gripping my throat, preventing me from making a sound.

Because he clearly saw the Taoist priest in black robes standing with his hands behind his back, his face full of mockery.

That face, that figure… instantly awakened memories buried deep in his heart for tens of thousands of years!

The massive, wiry-headed immortal instinctively took a half-step back. The rage in his large, bell-shaped eyes was quickly replaced by fear, and he almost blurted out, "It's...it's you?!"

"What's wrong? After tens of thousands of years, you've even forgotten how to call me 'Senior Brother'...!"

Qiu Shou Xian hurriedly called out, "Greetings, Master Huanglong...!"

After examining Huanglong's cultivation level several times, although he was unable to ascertain Huanglong's current cultivation level, Huanglong had been away from Kunlun for tens of thousands of years. Without the guidance of a sage or the cultivation of a sacred mountain with a rich Daoist atmosphere like Kunlun, he must not have made any progress.

"Why should I be afraid of him!"

But the next moment, the immense fear instantly transformed into an even more raging and violent rage and murderous intent!

Things are different now!

He is no longer the Xuanxian who was crushed by Huanglong in terms of cultivation level!