I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

Yang Jian's question was hardly an inquiry.

He was clearly trying to force the Jade Emperor to either publicly admit his mistake or force him to rebel against the Heavenly Court in front of everyone!

This is a well-planned scheme that Yang Jian has been plotting for a long time!

At this very moment, with 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals present, this matter must be answered!

Wang Lingguan felt a chill rush straight to the top of his head.

His palms were sweating, and he was internally ranting and raving.

"If it were any ordinary deity, daring to defy the Heavenly Court and question the Heavenly Laws like this, I would have already struck with my golden whip without saying a word! I don't care what the reason is, I'll arrest you and punish you first!"

But the person in front of me is Yang Jian!

Not to mention his unfathomable physical cultivation that led to his sainthood, the 1,200 grass-root gods under his command were all elite soldiers who had experienced countless battles.

The six saints of Meishan—Kang, Zhang, Yao, and Li, the four Grand Commandants, and Guo Shen and Zhijian, the two generals—were all incredibly capable and utterly loyal!

Beside him, that seemingly inconspicuous greyhound, the Howling Celestial Dog, is also the infamous Devouring Sun God, who can devour the sun and eclipse the moon!

If handled improperly, and a fight breaks out, how could he be suppressing a rebellion?

He has clearly ignited the fuse for the war between the three realms!

The Jade Emperor was able to cruelly kill his sister because she and Yang Tianyou were powerless to resist.

But today, is the Jade Emperor prepared to completely break ties with his nephew, who holds immense power, possesses overwhelming strength, and enjoys a strong moral high ground, and is determined to fight to the death?

Wang Lingguan felt as if he were a whole lamb being roasted over a fire, his body sizzling with oil!

He secretly groaned inwardly.

"What kind of mess is this! One after another, they claim to be fighting rebellion and exorcising demons, but it's all just family matters!"

"Zhang Tianshi's daughter, a half-human, half-demon, returned her flesh to her father—that's a family matter! Li Tianwang and his son turned against each other, killing each other to the death—that's a family matter! The Jade Emperor killed his sister, and his nephew publicly questioned him about it—that's still a family matter! Even an upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes, let alone me, a heavenly official!"

"The golden whip in my hand is for slaying demons and monsters, not for beating the daughter of the Celestial Master, the Third Prince of the Heavenly King, and the Jade Emperor's own nephew!"

At this moment, Wang Lingguan was already considering retreating, thinking to himself.

"Should we retreat now? No, with 100,000 heavenly soldiers mobilized and the Jade Emperor's decree in place, what about my reputation? But if we really fight, I'm truly caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat, caught between a rock and a hard place!"

The muscles on Wang Lingguan's face twitched violently.

He opened his mouth, but felt as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He could only watch helplessly as Yang Jian's cold and aloof figure, like an iceberg that had never melted, suppressed the formation of 100,000 heavenly soldiers.

Like the Yangtze River with its iron chains, no one dares to cross it!

......

Seeing this, Ning Chen couldn't help but admire him in his heart. One man, one dog, and one gun were enough to keep 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals from moving.

Apart from Yang Jian, the Heavenly Court could not find a second one at this moment!

Seeing that no one dared to move amidst the countless immortals, Yang Jian snorted coldly, planted his three-pointed double-edged spear in the ground, and took out a bottle of fine wine and several roast chickens, then sat down on the ground.

"Go and ask the Jade Emperor! I, Yang Jian, am right here. Should I kill him or capture him? Give me an answer!"

He then took a swig of wine and waved to Ning Chen.

"Young man over there, is Daoist Qiufeng your senior brother? Since you've got nothing else to do, why don't you come over and have a few drinks with me..."

Forehead......

Ning Chen broke out in a cold sweat. Yang Jian had summoned him, so he must be asking about the Tai'a Sword. What was he going to do?

He can't very well say that this Tai'a sword was a reward given to me by the Divine Realm Central Hub after I perfectly cleared the second level of the Divine Realm!

Yang Jian then pressed further, asking what the Divine Realm was.

He and Lao Luo, those Divine Realm cultivators, were all exposed!

Yang Jian's stance is currently unclear, and having been tricked into this situation by him, he must not be feeling so good about it.

There are some things that cannot be said to Yang Jianming yet!

However, having been under the tutelage of Patriarch Bodhi for so long, he had long since learned how to deal with aloof and arrogant people like Yang Jian.

Ning Chen knew he absolutely could not show weakness at this moment, nor could he give Yang Jian the opportunity to interrogate him alone.

A calm smile spread across his face as he spoke in a clear voice.

"Since the True Lord has invited us, how could we refuse? Senior Brother Dayan, Senior Brother, Third Prince, let us go together to invite the True Lord for a cup of wine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Senior Brother Da Yan's eyes lit up instantly!

Who are these two people in front of me?

Yang Jian, the True Lord of the Pure Source and Wondrous Way, is a top-tier war god of the Heavenly Court who commands from the mouth of the Guan River but not obeys summons!

Nezha, the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, is a fearsome and infamous Heavenly Battle Immortal!

This is no battlefield; it's a living, breathing, glittering field of top-tier Heavenly Court connections and resources!

His invincible Autumn Wind Avenue radiated dazzling light at this moment!

Junior brother, you've really given your senior brother a huge surprise!

If you can cultivate a relationship with these two, you'll likely have an endless feast of immortals in the future.

My path is about to be perfected!

"Oh my! It's rare for the True Lord to invite me! Third Prince, Junior Brother Wukong, let's go!"

Senior Brother Dayan's face was beaming with a warm smile, like a gentle spring breeze, and he rushed over in a few quick steps.

He seemed not to see Nezha's gloomy, sullen face, nor did he care about Sun Wukong's scratching his head and slightly flustered appearance. He reached out in an extremely familiar manner, patted Nezha's shoulder lightly with one hand, and naturally grabbed Sun Wukong's arm with the other.

"Third Prince, you were truly awe-inspiring! Your use of the Fire-Tipped Spear was absolutely breathtaking, leaving this humble Taoist in awe! Junior Brother Wukong was even more unparalleled in his prowess; your staff skills, tsk tsk, were simply... what's that word again? Yes, divine skill!"

The Third Prince was slightly embarrassed and cupped his hands in greeting to Sun Wukong.

"I must thank Brother Monkey for his help just now!"

Monkey scratched his cheek and chuckled.

"Of course, of course! I've had my eye on that old man for a long time! He bullies others because of his position; it's only right that we give him a good beating!"

The Third Prince nodded. This monkey is not bad; he's a sensible monkey and worth befriending!

On Da Yan's side, he had already nimbly helped Yang Jian set out the wine jars and tear apart the roast chicken, his movements so practiced that it was as if he were the master.

That enthusiasm completely overshadowed Nezha's menacing aura and Sun Wukong's unfamiliarity upon arrival.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged, his posture still aloof and superior. He watched his senior brother Dayan's singing, recitation, acting and fighting, and then glanced at Nezha and the monkey who had been forcibly made to sit next to him.

His lips, which were usually as cold as an iceberg, twitched almost imperceptibly.

Erlang Shen snorted inwardly.

"This Daoist Qiufeng is a slippery character, and with his even more slippery junior brother, it will be difficult for me to thoroughly interrogate him about how the Tai'a Sword ended up in the hands of Daoist Ning."

Yang Jian was a man of great stature, and he saw right through Ning Chen's little scheme to divert attention and muddy the waters.

His gaze swept over the Tai'a sword that once belonged to him, hanging at Dayan's waist, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

However, he was ultimately a magnanimous person.

It was just a sword. Although its disappearance was suspicious and made him resentful, the current situation was complicated, and getting entangled in it would be a bad idea.

Besides, the sword is still in the open...

"That's enough."

Yang Jian thought to himself, slowly suppressing the resentment he felt at being schemed against by Ning Chen, and replacing it with a kind of wicked pleasure.

"As long as the sword is there, I can't hide. Once this matter is over, I'll have plenty of time and means to retrieve it myself. I want to see what tricks you fellow disciples can pull then."

Upon realizing this, the coldness on Yang Jian's face completely melted away, and he instead took the initiative to look at Da Yan.

"Fellow Daoist certainly knows how to liven up the atmosphere! Come, come, everyone, no need for formalities. Today, we'll set aside our status and focus solely on martial arts!"

He picked up his wine bowl, his gaze sweeping over Nezha and Sun Wukong.

"The Third Prince's spear technique is divine, and Brother Monkey's staff technique is also unique. Could we exchange some insights?"