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

The patriarch flicked his sleeve and said calmly.

"This divine needle has not recognized you as its master. You have already taken full advantage of this trip to the West Sea Dragon Palace. You should return this white jade pillar to the old Dragon King in the future, so that he will not cry and wail every day and be unable to sleep at night..."

With his life no longer in danger, Ning Chen's mind started to wander again.

Since he risked his life to lure the Sky-Supporting White Jade Pillar to Fangcun Mountain, there's absolutely no way he'd return it.

The only option now is to ask the patriarch to help him suppress the divine needles, and he needs to find a plausible reason that the patriarch cannot refuse.

Ning Chen bowed to the ancestor.

"Master's teachings are correct! Your disciple knows his mistake! However, I have my own plans for these two divine needles."

Bodhi Patriarch turned around, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Ning Chen with a half-smile.

Ning Chen, shameless and brazen, said...

"This golden cudgel is naturally for Senior Brother Wukong. In the future, when he travels the world, he will have a handy weapon so as not to disgrace the patriarch!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Bodhi Patriarch's eyes, then he stroked his long beard and nodded. What Wuchen said was not wrong.

Ultimately, that monkey is destined to achieve fame and fortune in the future.

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Not having a weapon by my side would make me, Bodhi, seem stingy.

"As for the other divine needle, the white jade pillar..."

Ning Chen cupped his hands in greeting, his smile widening.

"Look at me, your disciple, running around all day long. I may not have achieved anything, but I've certainly put in the effort. I don't even have a decent magic weapon. I seem to have a special affinity with this white jade pillar. Why not use it as a handy weapon? It will help me save face and prevent people from laughing at our Fangcun Mountain for being poor... elegant and refined!"

Ning Chen cleverly swallowed back the words "poor and shabby" and replaced them with "refined and elegant" and "pleasant to hear."

"Besides, there's an old saying in my hometown: 'What's done is done...'"

The patriarch's gaze fell on Ning Chen's smiling, handsome face.

His own unfilial disciple's petty thoughts were as clear as the lines on the palm of his hand!

Even the patriarch couldn't help but laugh at Ning Chen's antics.

You sly fox, how dare you say that you don't even have a decent magic weapon?

Of my hundreds of disciples, you have the most magical treasures. Do you really think I'm senile and can't remember? I already helped you suppress three acquired spiritual treasures before.

Moreover, you have the audacity to say that you are destined to be connected with this towering white jade pillar?

Look at this magic needle, it doesn't seem to submit to you at all.

If I hadn't forcibly restrained you, it would have cracked your skull open just now!

Dayan, Dayan, my once-good disciple has gone astray after just one trip with you...

After a moment of silence, the patriarch finally sighed softly.

"Enough, enough. Chances cannot be forced, nor can they be forcibly prevented. Considering that your trip has laid some foundation for Fangcun Mountain, this is a one-time exception."

Having said that, the patriarch extended a finger, its tip shimmering with a clear light, and seemingly slowly touched the two divine needles that were still struggling in the air.

Buzz! A bright light shone forth as the Patriarch, with his great magical power and supernatural abilities, forcibly separated the two divine needles.

The golden and white light flickered a few times unwillingly, but eventually subsided under the overwhelming and unstoppable radiance of the ancestor, transforming into two divine needles that quietly floated in front of Ning Chen.

"These two items are of great merit in stabilizing the seas and controlling floods; they are spiritual treasures that carry the fortune of heaven and earth..."

The patriarch withdrew his finger, his tone returning to its usual calm.

"The Divine Needle carries the power of merit, and its spirit has become unruly and difficult to tame. As its master, I can only temporarily suppress its conflicts and cannot force it to recognize its master. If you want to truly subdue the Divine Needle and control it as you wish, you must rely on yourself. Use the art of creation to nurture and communicate with it with your mind every day, like water dripping on a rock, slowly polishing its edges and cultivating its spirit to fit you."

"This is a skill that requires patience and perseverance; haste will only harm your spirit and may even bring about a backlash. Remember this well!"

The patriarch waved his hand, and two divine needles flew into Ning Chen's ears, one on the left and one on the right.

Ning Chen nodded in agreement, making sure to memorize this meticulous process.

He originally intended to wait for his patriarch to help him subdue the Heavenly Jade Pillar before returning the Ruyi Jingu Bang to Monkey King, but now it seems that it will probably have to wait a while longer.

Just then, Ning Chen glanced around and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Huh? Ancestor, where is Senior Brother Dayan? Why didn't he come back with his disciple?"

Having just returned to Fangcun Mountain, where the situation was critical, Ning Chen was again bargaining with the patriarch.

Only then did he realize that someone was missing from his side.

Upon hearing this, the patriarch frowned slightly and began to reprimand Ning Chen with a stern face.

"You have the nerve to ask? You stole the treasured artifacts of the West Sea Dragon Palace and left without a word! You're worse than a freeloader!"

"That Dragon King Ao Run of the West Sea, though the richest man in the world, values ​​etiquette and face the most. You saved his daughter, and he had already prepared a generous reward for you. Not only did you not accept it, but you also rudely fled. Where does this leave the face of my Fangcun Mountain?"

The patriarch paused, his words filled with self-righteousness.

"If I don't leave your senior brother here to clean up the mess, do you think that the old Dragon King will think that all my disciples are such unruly people? That scoundrel Da Yan may be a bit wild, but he is good at dealing with such situations and accepting gifts. It's good to leave him in the Dragon Palace this time so that he can handle the etiquette for you and accept the Dragon King's gifts."

Ning Chen stared wide-eyed at his ancestor in disbelief.

So, Ancestor, you didn't bring Senior Brother Dayan back just so you could get a thank-you gift from the Old Dragon King!

"You can't just waste your energy saving someone and then give people something to talk about, without even bringing back a thank you gift..."

The patriarch coughed lightly, glanced at Ning Chen, and his tone became indifferent.

"Besides, the hundreds of disciples on Fangcun Mountain have daily expenses for food, clothing, alchemy, and crafting materials. Leaving your senior brother there to receive gifts is also to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, and to share the burden of the sect."

Ning Chen had no choice but to bow in respect.

"The Patriarch is absolutely right!"

Bodhi Patriarch turned his back.

"Just stay here and focus on subduing the divine needle with your persistent efforts. Your fellow disciples will take care of all the trivial matters down the mountain. Go now, remember that you have a karmic connection with the Little Dragon Girl, and you must help her resolve it once a year. Don't forget!"

It's fine if we don't mention Xiaolongnu, but as soon as we do mention Xiaolongnu Ao Xue, who is intertwined with him in ice and fire.

Ning Chen felt both annoyed and amused.

He finally couldn't hold back any longer and sighed to the patriarch as if he were complaining.

"Master, Master, your secret plan is truly unpredictable. But next time, could you perhaps reveal a little bit of it? So that your disciple can be prepared."

Recalling the scene in the quiet room of the Dragon Palace, where the little dragon girl's icy skin was pressed against his bare chest as she slept soundly, her tender dragon horns rubbing against his chest, Ning Chen felt a slight warmth at the base of his ears, as if the textured touch of the little dragon girl's horns had returned.

He muttered to himself with a bitter expression.

"This time I descended the mountain, I inexplicably formed a significant karmic bond with that Little Dragon Girl. I fear that my future cultivation will be fraught with many entanglements and entanglements, making it difficult to find peace and tranquility..."