Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

Seeing everyone's stunned expressions, Chen Qing smiled slightly and casually said, "That's right, every single one of these is an innate spiritual treasure."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

Does that seem a bit exaggerated?

With so many innate spiritual treasures, I wonder if there were as many on the Treasure Distribution Rock of the Dao Ancestor back then?

Then, everyone's eyes fell on Chen Qing, their eyes filled with fervor—desire, envy, and deep awe.

"Hehe." Chen Qing chuckled and waved his hand. "One for each of you. Don't even think about the rest. These are for the junior brothers and sisters who will join our sect in the future."

"In the present primordial world, all innate objects—whether spiritual treasures or spiritual roots—have owners. Moreover, as time goes by, the innate spiritual energy gradually dissipates, and it is no longer possible for new innate objects to be born in the world."

Moreover, in the future, cultivating to sever the three corpses will require an innate spiritual treasure to anchor one's obsession. Therefore, I need to prepare something for my junior brothers and sisters.

Well, since the senior brother has already put it this way, the others naturally felt embarrassed to compete with their future junior brothers and sisters.

However, they were also troubled. The senior brother had prepared so many good things for the junior brothers and sisters. What would they, as senior brothers and sisters, give as a greeting gift to the junior brothers and sisters in the future?

They don't have the same skills as their senior brother!

Chen Qing ignored their ulterior motives, let them make their choices, and then waved his hand to drive the group out of the valley.

"Go back, everyone, and focus on your cultivation. Don't keep thinking about spiritual treasures. Spiritual treasures are external things; your own cultivation is the foundation."

Everyone agreed, and left happily, clutching their newly acquired innate spiritual treasure.

However, Chen Qing himself did not expect that this operation would cause such a sensation on Kunlun Mountain.

Nowadays, there are not only the direct disciples of the Three Pure Ones on Mount Kunlun. There are also some independent cultivators who come to seek the Dao. Although they have not been formally accepted into the sect, they can occasionally listen to the Three Pure Ones preach to their disciples and benefit greatly.

When these people learned that the senior brother had given each of his junior brothers and sisters a primordial spiritual treasure, and that dozens more were stockpiled in the valley for future newcomers, the news spread like wildfire throughout the entire Kunlun Mountain.

The eyes of those seeking the truth turned red.

Every day, many people wander around Kunlun Mountain, gazing expectantly, hoping that one day they can be accepted as disciples.

In the end, even the Three Pure Ones learned about this.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian looked at each other, their feelings complicated.

Shocked by Chen Qing's extravagant gesture, they then felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Chen Qing has prepared innate spiritual treasures for his future junior brothers and sisters, so shouldn't they, as masters and senior uncles, give them something even better?

But... they don't have that many!

Innate spiritual treasures aren't like cabbages; they don't just appear out of thin air. They also lack the skill to refine innate spiritual treasures. Other materials are manageable, but the main problem is that undying spiritual light. Without it, what's refined is merely an acquired spiritual treasure, and no matter how powerful, it will sound a level below.

It's not that they're completely without a way to obtain the undying spiritual light; they could destroy an innate spiritual treasure to extract it. But wouldn't that be pointless and redundant? Why destroy a perfectly good innate spiritual treasure just to extract a wisp of spiritual light, and then forge a new one?

Isn't that a sign of illness?

As for traveling to the long river of time, they didn't even consider it. They couldn't possibly go and become conjoined twins just for that, could they? Are you kidding me?

The three Qings exchanged a glance, all feeling somewhat awkward.

……

One day, Chen Qing was cultivating in the valley when suddenly—

"Clang—clang—clang—"

The sound of bells rang out from the heavens, piercing through the clouds and resounding throughout the entire primordial land. The bells were melodious and solemn, ringing nine times in a row, their echoes lingering long afterward.

Then, a grand voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth:

"I am Di Jun, the Lord of the Sun Star and the Demon Emperor of the Heavenly Court. A hundred years from now, I will be married to Xi He, the Lord of the Moon Star, in a celestial ceremony presided over by the Goddess Nuwa. I cordially invite all fellow Daoists to attend!"

Chen Qing raised an eyebrow. Di Jun is getting married?

He thought about it and decided to choose an auspicious day. At this time, the three-thousand-year period of non-war between the Wu and Yao races, set by the Dao Ancestor, had only passed a little over a thousand years, leaving nearly two thousand years of peace. Otherwise, Emperor Jun's wedding would likely have been the moment the two races went to war again.

However, it's hard to say how many people will be able to attend the ceremony.

Although the goddess Nuwa presided over the wedding, the demon race had offended too many people over the years—not to mention the witch race, with whom they were determined to fight to the death.

Although the disciples of the Three Pure Ones have not openly broken ties, they are not exactly close either.

Zhen Yuanzi's good friend Hongyun died at the hands of the demon race, so it was even more impossible for him to go.

Styx and the others each had their own ulterior motives... It's hard to say about those great supernatural beings in the primordial world; basically, no one is willing to get involved with the witch and demon races now.

Chen Qing shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it. This was a matter for the demon race, and had nothing to do with him.

Just then, Lao Tzu's voice transmission rang in his ear, telling him to come over.

Chen Qing got up and went to the main hall.

Laozi sat cross-legged in the center, while his two uncles, Yuanshi and Tongtian, were not present. Laozi was the only one in the hall, his eyes closed in meditation, his breathing peaceful.

Chen Qing's expression turned solemn, and he bowed respectfully: "Disciple Chen Qing greets Master."

"Hmm, get up." Laozi opened his eyes, looked at him, and said in a calm but gentle tone, "I suddenly feel like taking a trip to the primordial world. You'll come with me."

Chen Qing's heart stirred. The Three Pure Ones had all reached the late stage of Quasi-Saint, yet they had gained nothing from comprehending the Primordial Purple Qi every day, and their cultivation had reached a bottleneck.

On a whim, this is the right time for me to become a saint.

"Yes," Chen Qing replied, then asked, "Should we bring Junior Brother Xuandu along?"

Laozi had already stood up and was walking towards the exit of the hall, casually saying, "No need. Xuandu is currently in seclusion for cultivation, and it is not advisable to disturb him."

The two quickly descended Kunlun Mountain.

Although Chen Qing knew how the Three Pure Ones became saints in the future, he really couldn't say much about it.

Even a quasi-saint level expert like him doesn't know, so why do you, a Great Luo Golden Immortal, know so much?

Like ordinary people, the two traveled at their own pace, stopping and starting, traversing mountains and rivers. They comprehended the flow of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, with Laozi occasionally explaining things to Chen Qing, whose understanding of the Great Dao grew rapidly.

That departure lasted for decades.

On this day, the two arrived at the foot of a large mountain.

The mountain isn't very high, but it's shrouded in mist and clouds, filled with a spiritual aura, with faint rays of light peeking through. Ancient trees reach for the sky, and vines cover the mountain, presenting a pristine and untouched landscape.

Lao Tzu stopped in his tracks.

Chen Qing also stopped and followed Laozi's gaze. A slight thought struck him. He sensed that there was a primordial array shrouding the mountain, its aura obscure and mysterious. Unless one got close, one would not be able to detect it at all.

Laozi didn't speak, but just glanced at Chen Qing and nodded slightly.

Chen Qing understood his master's meaning; he was being asked to break the formation.

He stepped forward, not taking the time to comprehend the mysteries of the formation. His master was still waiting; he didn't have the leisure for that.

A flash of light appeared in Chen Qing's hand, and a hammer surrounded by purple lightning appeared. It was the top-grade innate spiritual treasure - the Purple Lightning Hammer.

The hammer crackled with electricity, crackling with lightning bolts, radiating a violent and fierce aura.

Although the Purple Lightning Hammer is not as powerful as a supreme innate treasure, it is more than enough to break open an unattended innate formation.

Chen Qing moved swiftly, raising his Purple Lightning Hammer high and smashing it fiercely towards the invisible barrier in front of him.

"boom--"

With a deafening roar, the Purple Lightning Hammer, carrying immense thunder, slammed into the innate grand formation.

Lightning flashed and electric snakes danced wildly, causing the entire formation to tremble violently and emit a humming sound as if it were about to collapse under the strain.

"Pop—"

With a soft sound, like a bubble bursting, the invisible barrier shattered, and the innate grand formation was smashed open by Chen Qing's hammer.

The moment the great formation was broken, an extremely dense innate energy burst forth from the mountain, soaring straight into the sky.

He glanced at the soaring spiritual light and thought to himself: "I didn't expect that breaking through the formation would cause such a commotion. It seems the treasures in this mountain are extraordinary."

As the light faded, the mountain scenery became clearly visible to the two.

On a flat platform in the mountains, a verdant bamboo swayed gently in the wind.

The bamboo was entirely emerald green, crystal clear, as if carved from the finest jade. Its slender and upright stem had distinct joints, each radiating a faint, innate spiritual light.

The bamboo leaves are slender like swords, with golden luster at the edges. They rustle in the breeze, making a clear and melodious sound, like heavenly music.