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

Numerous disciples of Fangcun Mountain swarmed out, and Ning Chen and Monkey King also walked out of the teahouse.

Senior Brother Dayan looked travel-worn and exhausted, clearly having expended considerable energy dragging heavy loads while riding the clouds.

Behind him, a dozen or so fellow disciples from Fangcun Mountain were carrying dozens of huge treasure chests, adorned with gold and inlaid with jade, radiating a dazzling light.

Although the box lid was not fully open, the glittering jewels peeking out from the gaps already illuminated most of the courtyard.

"Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother Dayan!"

Ning Chen hurriedly went to greet him. Looking at the mountain of gold and silver jewels, he was grateful for the Dragon King's generosity, but also felt a mix of amusement and exasperation...

The patriarch left Senior Brother Dayan to clean up the mess, and as expected, Senior Brother Dayan cleaned up the mess very thoroughly, even if it meant exhausting himself to the point of exhaustion, he still wanted to take as much as he could.

The wealth that Senior Brother Dayan brought back was enough to buy a small country.

Many fellow disciples praised Dayan.

"Well done, Da Yan! Our sect has been struggling to make ends meet for a long time, and you've saved us from our immediate crisis!"

"Da Yan, well done! You are undoubtedly the strongest money-making disciple under the patriarch!"

The patriarch, in his cave, swept his divine sense over this scene, stroked his long beard, and was quite satisfied.

Senior Brother Dayan rubbed his back and looked at the boxes with a smug look in his eyes before moving closer to Ning Chen.

"The old Dragon King told me that if you return that white jade pillar, he'll let you choose ten treasures from his treasury! He'll also give you ten times the amount of treasure. What's in this box is just a tiny fraction of what's to the old Dragon King!"

Ning Chen smiled and shook his head. "Return it?"

Once something is in his hands, why would he take it back?

Although the towering white jade pillar had not yet been subdued, Ning Chen used it to temper his divine sense every day, making his divine sense much stronger than before.

Seeing Ning Chen's progress, Patriarch Bodhi was quite impressed and never mentioned again the words that Ning Chen should return the white jade pillar.

Even the patriarch doesn't care, so what can you, the old Dragon King, possibly care about!

Seeing that the matter was not going to work, Senior Brother Dayan lowered his voice again.

"The old Dragon King even asked me, 'Junior Brother, are you married? What are your preferences?' Junior Brother, you'd better seize the opportunity and try to win over that little dragon girl. Then, when I go to banquets, I won't be called 'Autumn Wind Taoist' anymore!"

"......."

Ning Chen was speechless. "Senior Brother Dayan, how come you and the Ancestor think alike?"

Does this mean that all the hundreds of people on Fangcun Mountain are determined to devour the West Sea Dragon Palace from now on?

You're all having a good time, but what's being sacrificed is my good looks!

.........

Just a few days after the Heavenly Court issued the "Memorial on Impeaching Immortals and Mortals for Intermarriage with Demons," the various sects in the mortal realm were already in turmoil and in constant tremors.

When Chen Feng returned to Blue Star last time, he learned that Tang Hao, Qian Quan, and the others had also embarked on the path of cultivation and had formed a secret small group called the Cultivator's Home.

Everyone in the group is there, except for Lao Luo.

Tang Hao and his group had just finished attending the Old Dragon King's birthday banquet and were bragging to Chen Feng about the grand occasion.

The sheer number of delicacies and rare dishes is enough to rival the rap-like recitation of dish names in later crosstalk performances.

Not to mention, there are also rare and precious materials that can enhance one's qualifications, available in abundance!

Tang Hao and his group failed to overwhelm Ning Chen, but instead aroused Chen Feng's envy, jealousy, and hatred, causing his Dao heart to become unstable.

Chen Feng secretly went to the Sheep Power Immortal to complain.

"Master, why weren't we invited to the old Dragon King's birthday banquet!"

Sheep Power Immortal was a handsome man with a goatee. He smiled and comforted Chen Feng.

"My disciple, do not be anxious. Your master has already reported this to the Heavenly Court. In the future, the Three Immortals Temple will surely become famous throughout the world. At that time, there will be plenty of feasts to enjoy!"

That day, Chen Feng received some information and started showing off in the group.

"This is terrible! The Heavenly Court has begun a thorough investigation of those who are not orthodox cultivators!"

According to Chen Feng, some half-demons who possessed the bloodline of the demon race, or even innocent mortals whose ancestors had been involved with demons, were treated as bastards with confused bloodlines and were brutally destroyed by the Heavenly Thunder Department generals with the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

Chen Feng also mentioned his master, the Great Immortal Yang Li, and expressed his feelings privately.

"From now on, the path of cultivation in the mortal realm will likely be even more difficult, making every step incredibly challenging! The Jade Emperor's actions are tantamount to erecting a towering wall between immortals and mortals, a formidable barrier that makes it virtually impossible for ordinary beings to even glimpse the Heavenly Dao!"

Ning Chen's heart sank when he saw these messages.

As expected, the Heavenly Court has taken action, and its ruthless legal net against mixed-race descendants has spread throughout the Three Realms.

For Qing'er, this was like a sword hanging over her head!

Why didn't any of the Thunder Gods go to the Zhengyi Sect to kill Qing'er? Could it be that her biological father, Zhang Tianshi, secretly intervened?

But this is not a long-term solution. Qing'er's true identity can be kept secret for a while, but not forever.

If the Jade Emperor could even harm his own sister, how could he possibly let go of a celestial master's illegitimate daughter?

Moreover, even Ning Chen could foresee that once the matter was exposed, Zhang Tianshi would certainly be severely punished given his status.

How could someone like Zhang Tianshi not know this?

Ning Chen was about to ask for more details when he noticed that the space in front of him was becoming blurry and distorted.

His heart skipped a beat; he knew something was wrong—it was time for them to return to Earth.

As everyone's consciousness returned to the familiar real world, Ning Chen privately inquired with Sun Rongrong and learned that the Zhengyi Sect had not received the Jade Emperor's decree.

Ning Chen felt somewhat relieved. So it seemed that Zhang Tianshi had shown some consideration for their past relationship and hadn't immediately attacked his daughter.

Or perhaps it's the Heavenly Court's divine power, starting with other regions and not yet extending to Jambudvipa.

Luo counted the number of people and, seeing that everyone had returned, looked at Ning Chen.

"Do we need to return to Earth to rest for a few days before entering the fourth level?"

"No need, let's go straight to the fourth level. This one shouldn't be too difficult for us!"

Ning Chen temporarily put Qing'er's matter aside.

The advantage is on his side. The longer the Jade Emperor's side is delayed, the more his strength will improve, and the easier it will be to resolve the situation.

After a short rest and to calm their minds, the group stepped into the Divine Realm, where a notification popped up before their eyes.

[The fourth level of the Journey to the West Divine Realm has begun]

[Level Name: Eagle's Sorrow Gorge - Restrain the Unruly Horse]

[Initiating teleportation........]

As the light shifted, the group found themselves in a perilous place.

But see that:

The Eagle's Sorrow Gorge is a bottomless abyss, its icy waters penetrating to the bone.

The cliffs on both sides are steep and sharp, with grotesque rocks covered by withered vines.

The bottom of the ravine is deep and dark, with no shadows visible; only the sound of the water, like thunder, can be heard.

A cold pool is shrouded in emerald mist, and a deep ravine is locked in clouds and smoke.

In the past, birds might have crossed the river, but today only towering waves are seen.

The bottomless ravine churned with dark blue eddies, its chilling air biting to the bone, its walls steep and smooth, too steep for even monkeys to climb.

The water surface appears calm, but a chilling pressure lies dormant beneath, as if an ancient ferocious beast is lurking there.

Tang Hao, Qian Quan, Zhou Tao, Sun Rongrong, and the others stared at the deep and treacherous ravine, their faces pale and their hands at a loss.

"This ravine is so treacherous, deep, and wide, how can we possibly cross it?"

Zhao Zhenyuan estimated the distance and his voice trembled.

Although this stream is called a stream, it spans more than 100 meters!

In my opinion!

Chen Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair flying in the wind, looking like a wise and enlightened sage.

That year, he received meticulous training from the Great Immortal Yangli and felt that his strength had greatly improved. This time, he even asked the Great Immortal Yangli to bestow upon him the Wind-Controlling Talisman!

"If the horse is reined in, it means we need to tame it, but we haven't seen a horse yet! Listen to me, everyone, go find the horse first. Once we find it, I will take action!"