Primordial Era: I've become a cheat code by taking Yang Jian as my disciple?

Moreover, given the nature of my eldest uncle, who never considers cause and effect in anything, he would never do such a thing.

Master Tongtian?

Logically, it's possible.

After all, the Jie Sect has always been inclusive and accepts disciples widely. It would be understandable if the Tongtian Sect Leader had taken a liking to Yang Jian's talent and made a move beforehand.

But the problem is that with the great calamity approaching, the sages have an unspoken understanding. To snatch a disciple at this time would be tantamount to breaking ties. Given Tongtian's emphasis on brotherhood, he would not do such a thing!

Goddess Nuwa?

Even more impossible!

The sage Nuwa does not accept disciples, and besides, her connection with the demon race makes her unlikely to get involved in such matters.

The Two Saints of the West?

Master Yu Ding's brow twitched.

Those two are the most fitting in terms of their style of doing things—Jieyin and Zhunti have always liked to come to the East to "beg for alms," and they have done a lot of things like snatching people.

As for Hongjun Daozu, he is not within the scope of consideration.

If that person were to do something, even the Master Yuanshi Tianzun couldn't stop him, so why bother with these cover-up methods?

Master Yuding stood up from the bluestone and brushed away non-existent dust from his Taoist robe.

So, after much thought, it can only be the two Western Saints?

"Forget it, instead of waiting here idly, I might as well go to Guanjiang Estuary myself."

He took a step, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, rushing down the mountain.

At the very moment that Jade Cauldron Immortal left the summit of Meishan, in a hidden cave halfway up the mountain, the white-haired ape Yuan Hong was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with golden light faintly flowing around him.

He opened his eyes, looked out of the cave, and muttered to himself.

"The immortal has descended the mountain..."

Yuan Hong's eyes held a complex emotion, then he closed them again and continued to practice the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique, which he had only vaguely remembered.

At the mouth of the Guanjiang River, in the Yang family's courtyard.

Yang Jian gazed thoughtfully at the site of the neighboring house that had vanished into thin air outside the door.

"Teacher, Grandma Zhang's entire house has disappeared, not even the foundation was left. This doesn't seem like something a human could do."

Zhong Lingyun's voice echoed in his mind, his tone flat.

What do you think?

Yang Jian remained silent for a few breaths.

"Some spiritual practitioners were active near Guanjiang Estuary, and they moved Grandma Zhang's family, or... they used some kind of illusion."

"He's still quite sharp."

Zhong Lingyun said something that was hard to tell whether it was a compliment or not, and then changed the subject.

"Yang Jian, someone is coming."

"Who?"

Zhong Lingyun didn't answer the question, but instead said something profound.

"Someone who was supposed to be your mentor."

Yang Jian's pupils suddenly contracted.

"The person who was supposed to be my master?"

Yang Jian pondered those words twice in his mind, then his gaze fell on the empty space where Grandma Zhang's house had disappeared.

He's not stupid.

The rumor that immortals lived in seclusion in Meishan suddenly spread in the village.

He and Yang Chan went to Meishan because of this rumor.

Grandma Zhang—the old woman who warned them about the great demon on the mountain—her house, along with its foundation, vanished.

Neither of these two things is significant if viewed in isolation.

But put them together...

"The rumors are the bait, and Grandma Zhang is the whip that herds the sheep."

Yang Jian said softly, "One led me up the mountain, while the other warned me about the demons on the mountain, which only made the child more curious."

He was fifteen or sixteen years old, but he had lived to this day burdened by the hatred of his family's massacre, and his mind was far more mature than that of his peers.

Zhong Lingyun's voice rang out calmly: "Then do you think Grandma Zhang is a real person or a fake one?"

Yang Jian thought for a moment: "Magic illusion! True immortals disdain to perform such acts, but their disciples or mounts can do it."

"Okay, you're smart enough."

Zhong Lingyun didn't say anything more.

The necessary guidance has been given; the rest of the journey is up to Yang Jian to walk.

What he wanted was not an obedient mount, but a companion who could think independently.

Footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard.

No, it wasn't footsteps—it was a deliberately made noise.

For a spiritual practitioner, approaching a mortal's dwelling without making a sound is as easy as turning one's hand.

But the person who came walked at a leisurely pace, each step falling perfectly within Yang Jian's perception range.

This is a stance.

The condescending, benevolent attitude.

The courtyard gate opened by itself without any wind.

A middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a blue robe stood outside the door, with a handsome face and a refined demeanor.

The morning light streamed in from behind him, enveloping him in a faint halo.

This is what it means to have an otherworldly and ethereal air about you!

"Yang Jian of Guanjiangkou".

The Taoist priest spoke, his voice neither loud nor soft, yet clearly carrying to every corner of the courtyard. "This humble Taoist is Yu Ding, the sixth disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, a Great Luo Golden Immortal."

He introduced himself, explaining his lineage, cultivation, and seniority in just three sentences.

Master Yu Ding was very adept at this style of doing things.

For tens of thousands of years, wherever he went, people would change from curiosity to awe upon hearing the words "under the throne of the Primordial Celestial Venerable".

The Great Luo Golden Immortal—in the entire prehistoric world, apart from a few supreme beings, the Great Luo Golden Immortal is the pinnacle that all living beings look up to.

He waited for Yang Jian's reaction.

In his mind, the boy should first be shocked, then overjoyed, and finally bow down in worship.

After all, what an incredible stroke of luck it would be for a mortal boy burdened with a blood feud and desperately seeking immortality to encounter a Golden Immortal from the Chan Sect who takes him as a disciple.

But the expected scene did not appear.

Yang Jian stood in the courtyard with his back straight, neither kneeling nor speaking.

He looked into the eyes of Jade Cauldron Immortal.

Those eyes were calm, so calm that they didn't seem like those of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

The third eye mark between his brows twitched slightly, as if he were scrutinizing something.

A few breaths of silence.

A very fine crack appeared on the composure on Master Yuding's face.

"I have seen that you have extraordinary talent and exceptional aptitude, which is why I have traveled thousands of miles to take you as my disciple."

Master Yu Ding softened his tone, "Yang Jian, would you be willing to become a disciple of Yu Xu Palace?"

Yang Jian spoke.

"Rumor has it that a hermit lives in Meishan. Was that information released by your senior?"

Master Yuding remained calm: "Good causes lead to good results. It is also fate that led you into the Dao."

"What about Grandma Zhang's family next door?" Yang Jian asked. "Is she a real person, or part of a scheme set up by someone from the past?"

The moment the question was posed, Master Yu Ding's brow twitched.

It wasn't because of the problem itself—it was just a conjured mortal character, nothing special—but because the boy actually figured it out.

He has only just entered the Innate Realm!

No, wait... the Innate Realm?

Master Yu Ding's pupils suddenly contracted.

Yesterday, when he used his divine sense to search the entire Meishan area, Yang Jian's cultivation level was clearly still only that of a mortal!

In just one day—innate?

"You have already begun your spiritual practice."

Master Yu Ding's tone changed; it was no longer that of a benefactor, but rather one of scrutiny. "Who taught you that?"

Yang Jian did not answer.

Silence is the best answer.

A glint flashed in Jade Cauldron Immortal's eyes, and his divine sense surged toward Yang Jian like a tidal wave, attempting to probe the cultivation path within his body.

"Whoosh—"

A golden light curtain burst forth from Yang Jian's chest, repelling Yu Ding Zhenren's divine sense completely!