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

Ning Chen looked at Yang Jian, and Yang Jian was also looking at him.

The two nodded slightly at the same time, feeling relieved.

Yang Jian remained silent for a moment, then bowed deeply to Laozi.

"Thank you, Laozi, for pointing out this obstacle!"

Lao Jun smiled slightly.

"No need to thank me. Now that you have returned, the matter of Yao Ji's resurrection can be considered accomplished. When the time is right, we will meet again."

After hearing Laozi's words, "When the time is right, we will meet again," Yang Jian slowly curled up a cold smile.

His gaze swept over the empty furnace chamber of the Bagua Furnace, his voice calm yet sharp as a needle's point.

"When the opportunity comes in the future, I feel that the opportunity has come now."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for anyone to reply, he turned around and called out.

"Howling Celestial Dog, let's go!"

The black greyhound wagged its tail at the sound and followed him at his feet with great spirit.

The man and his dog left the Tushita Palace on their own, rode on a cloud, and headed straight for Peach Mountain.

Ning Chen watched Yang Jian's departing figure and sighed.

Yang Erlang couldn't wait any longer and was eager to split the mountain to rescue his mother.

However, with his current abilities, it's unlikely anyone would dare to stop him. The Investiture of the Gods war has come to an end, and the true immortals of both the Chan and Chan sects have been listed.

At this point, Yao Ji's matter had become irrelevant.

Lao Jun laughed.

"Ning Chen, it is my turn to preach to you today. What kind of teaching would you like to hear?"

Just as Ning Chen was about to speak, a golden light flashed outside the hall, and a figure hurriedly landed.

Ning Chen and Lao Jun saw Zhang Tianshi holding a scroll of bright yellow imperial edict, his face showing three parts difficulty and seven parts helplessness, as he landed at the gate of the Tushita Palace.

Zhang Tianshi cupped his hands in greeting.

"His Majesty has decreed that you, Envoy of Ningbei, must immediately proceed to Peach Mountain to dissuade Erlang Shen, the Manifest Saint, from splitting the mountain to rescue his mother!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Chen froze on the spot.

He took the imperial edict, unfolded it, and saw that every word on it was clearly written.

"By the decree of the Supreme Jade Emperor of the Golden Palace of the Azure Heaven, the Heavenly Judge Yang Jian, whose nature is as fiery as fire, desires to split a mountain to rescue his mother. His mother, Yao Ji, has violated heavenly laws and is punished by being imprisoned on Peach Mountain for eternity. This is ordained by heavenly rules and laws, and cannot be disregarded. Therefore, Ning Chen is hereby ordered to go to Peach Mountain immediately to persuade Yang Jian with heavenly principles and human sentiments, explaining the consequences and dissuading him from taking this dangerous path. This decree is hereby issued, and there must be no error!"

After reading it, Ning Chen frowned deeply, inwardly groaning.

You want me to stop Yang Jian?

Ouch... Uncle, you're making things difficult for me!

But the imperial decree had already been issued, and they couldn't possibly disobey it.

Moreover, in Yao Ji's inner demon world, he did indeed owe the Jade Emperor a tremendous karmic debt.

Ning Chen had a vague premonition.

The Jade Emperor probably knows what happened in the world of inner demons.

Yang Jiao's uncle revealed extraordinary abilities at the last moment, scattering ten crows with a single shout and effortlessly annihilating all the inner demons in the world. This strength was by no means ordinary.

Since he could see through everything in the world of inner demons, he naturally knew about Ning Chen's cry of "Uncle" above Peach Mountain.

They knew who Yang Jiao was, and even knew about the various causes and effects he had secretly sown.

For this reason, the imperial edict was more like an invisible transaction.

I will allow your mother, Yao Ji, to be resurrected; you must stop Yang Jian from doing this.

If we each take a step back, we'll be even.

Ning Chen carefully put away the imperial decree, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Zhang Tianshi, and said with a wry smile.

"I understand, I'll take care of it right away."

Lao Jun also shook his head and sighed, saying...

"In that case, go and come back!"

Ning Chen didn't linger, so he rode on auspicious clouds and flew towards Peach Mountain.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian had already arrived at Peach Mountain ahead of everyone else.

Above Peach Mountain, clouds and mist swirl, and golden light shines through.

The mountain was shrouded in a faint golden barrier, like an inverted golden bowl sealing the entire peak within. Mysterious runes flowed across the surface of the barrier, emanating a chilling aura of majesty.

On the mountaintop, one can vaguely see heavenly soldiers and generals arrayed in formation, their banners fluttering in the wind.

Yang Jian stood atop a cloud, his silver armor and black cloak fluttering in the wind.

His third eye, located between his brows, slightly opened, emitting a faint golden light that swept across the mountain below where the barrier stood.

After reading it, Yang Jian's face grew even colder. He swept his gaze over the heavenly soldiers and spoke slowly in a voice as clear and cold as ice.

"I'll count to three. Anyone who doesn't move aside will be killed without mercy."

The mountain guard's face was deathly pale, and his hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

He opened his mouth, wanting to invoke the Jade Emperor's decree to intimidate him, but he saw the cold light in Yang Jian's eyes intensify. The words "We are here to guard the mountain by imperial decree" swirled around his lips, but he ultimately couldn't utter them.

The heavenly soldiers behind him were all ashen-faced, for they had heard of Erlang Shen's reputation for decisive and ruthless killing.

On the battlefield of the Investiture of the Gods, this True Lord wielded a three-pointed double-edged sword, slaying countless enemies. He had experienced hundreds of battles, and his entire body was permeated with the aura of killing.

Although he has now submitted to the Heavenly Court, his inherent arrogance remains undiminished.

If they really started fighting, these dozens of people probably wouldn't even last a single round against him.

"one!"

Yang Jian's voice was not loud, but every word was like a hammer blow, striking the hearts of the heavenly soldiers.

The wind howled, stirring up dust and sand from the mountains.

A few wisps of clouds drifted slowly over the top of Peach Mountain, intimidated by the tense atmosphere, and dared not land too low.

"two!"

Yang Jian's vertical eye between his brows shone even brighter, and he slowly raised his three-pointed, double-edged sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light.

The heavenly soldiers held their breath, their palms sweating, yet none dared to retreat.

"three!"

Seeing that no one moved aside, Yang Jian's sneer grew even louder, and he shouted.

"If that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The guards shouted immediately.

"My lord, please stop! You're one of us!"

"My Lord, please don't make a move! We are only acting under orders; please don't make things difficult for us!"

Just as the heavenly soldiers and generals were caught in a dilemma, a streak of light rushed down from the sky and landed halfway up Peach Mountain.

Ning Chen descended from the clouds, strode forward, and raised his voice.

"Brother Jian, hold your hand!"

Yang Jian didn't turn his head, his voice indifferent.

"Ning Chen, are you going to stop me too?"

Ning Chen landed beside him, looked at the group of heavenly soldiers and generals, and waved his hand.

"You may all step back; I will take full responsibility for everything here!"

Upon hearing his words, the heavenly soldiers felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They quickly retreated several steps, but dared not go too far, standing at a distance to watch.

Ning Chen then lowered his voice and spoke to Yang Jian.

"Don't be impulsive. Think about it. Your uncle personally decided to deal with your mother being trapped on Peach Mountain. You split the mountain to save your mother as soon as you were freed from your inner demons. Have you ever thought about your uncle's feelings?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's expression softened slightly, and he let out a cold snort.

"Give him face, then Mother deserves to be imprisoned here. Ning Chen, don't think I don't know that during your inner demon tribulation, you recognized my mother as your mother. Even if she's not your biological mother, she's still your godmother. How can you watch your mother suffer this calamity!"

Ning Chen quickly replied.

"Yes, I recognize her. I was raised by my mother from childhood. I naturally recognize this kindness and virtue!"

Seeing that Yang Jian's expression had softened, he offered further advice.

"You just accepted his favor, and then you turned your back and broke the restriction he set. What will the immortals of the Three Realms think of him? Isn't this tantamount to slapping him in the face in public?"