A discarded disciple of the Chan Sect? I'll seize the destiny and prove myself to be a Primordi

"Ahhh!" Yang Ren cried out in a panic, his face turning red as he waved his hands wildly.

Bi Gan, unable to suppress a smile, cupped his hands and said:

"Your Majesty, is Doctor Yang perhaps possessed by an evil spirit? Is that why this white cloth is used to suppress him?"

Di Xin smiled, but his gaze returned to the memorial, and his expression suddenly turned serious:

"Doctor Yang's memorial is indeed beautifully written. Let me see, 'Your Majesty is naturally gifted and wise, a wise ruler for all ages'? Oh dear, I didn't expect Doctor Yang to speak so highly of me in private."

Yang Ren's eyes widened suddenly. When had he ever written such a thing!

"Awoo! Awoooooo!"

Yang Ren waved his hands frantically, spitting out saliva from his mouth in his anxiety.

Di Xin continued reading, "'Doctor Jiang possesses the bearing of an immortal, truly a pillar of the nation, and should be entrusted with important responsibilities'? Doctor Yang has finally come to his senses; congratulations!"

Yang Ren was so angry that he stomped his feet, and the white cloth on his forehead was crooked.

Inside the main hall, the officials were all laughing.

Di Xin put down the memorial and looked at Yang Ren's speechless expression, finally feeling a bit of relief.

This stubborn mule, who had been arguing with the emperor in court every day, is now experiencing the bitterness of having no one to confide in.

Yang Ren trembled all over, took a deep breath, flung his sleeves, and turned to leave.

Jiang Ziya frowned and stepped forward:

"Your Majesty, this kind of distortion of the truth should not be done again in the future, lest it invite criticism from those with ulterior motives."

"Excellent, Doctor Jiang is right. This will be the only time. I am very pleased to hear this... Haha..."

Yang Ren returned to his residence, ripped off the white cloth from his forehead, and threw it violently to the ground.

The bronze mirror reflected an angry face and a pair of innocent little hands on his forehead, with two eyes in the palms looking at him.

Yang Ren stared at himself in the mirror, and his small hands stared back at him.

He reached out to grab it, wincing in pain. Even cutting it with a knife was futile, so he could only sit down dejectedly.

Yang Ren sighed deeply and finally resigned himself to his fate.

At that moment, a cultivation method called "Jade Purity Immortal Method" suddenly appeared in his mind.

He initially intended to ignore it, but once the words entered his mind, they seemed to take root and linger.

Unbeknownst to him, he became more and more engrossed in his gaze; under the guidance of the small hand on his forehead, his body began to circulate spiritual energy on its own, and a cool energy surged from his Niwan Palace, flowing through his limbs and bones.

After some time, a servant came to call him for dinner, and he subconsciously replied, "I'm not eating."

As soon as he finished speaking, he froze.

Can you speak now?

He tried opening his mouth again:

"Ahem... I am Yang Ren, a high-ranking official of the Shang Dynasty."

His voice was slightly hoarse, but clear and distinct.

Jiang Ziya's residence.

When Jiang Ziya returned from the Grand Tutor's mansion, Madam Ma had already changed her demeanor, respectfully serving him tea and water.

Jiang Ziya gave a few perfunctory replies and headed towards his study. He pushed open the door, but stopped abruptly.

On the desk, a line of pale gold characters had not yet completely faded: Yang Ren has already taken the Pure Void Moral True Lord as his master. Do not reveal this, and you can persuade him with reason.

Jiang Ziya quickly stepped forward and erased the writing.

He exclaimed in a low voice, "The eldest brother has been here?"

He looked back at the door, but there was no one around.

Senior Brother Qingxu, who has always been indifferent to worldly affairs, actually took Yang Ren as his disciple? He recalled Yang Ren's appearance at the morning court session, and then thought of the man's stubborn temper and Qingxu's volatile temper, and suddenly understood a few things.

The next day, the morning court session began.

Yang Ren, with a white cloth still wrapped around his forehead, strode into the hall.

Di Xin thought that Yang Ren would still be unable to speak, just like yesterday, but who knew that Yang Ren would unleash his full power today.

First, they criticized Jiang Ziya for slow progress in supervising the construction of the Lingtai, then they criticized King Wucheng Huang Feihu for excessive military losses, then they criticized Shang Rong for procrastinating in his political discussions, and they didn't even spare Wen Zhong.

"The Grand Tutor spends his days drinking with Doctor Jiang in his residence; has he ever bothered with border defenses?"

The officials and civil servants in the hall exchanged bewildered glances. Shang Rong whispered to Wen Zhong:

"Dr. Yang...is he possessed by something?"

Wen Zhong was also startled to realize that something was wrong. Although Yang Ren usually argued with everyone he met, he was still quite respectful to him and Huang Feihu. Why was he acting so strangely now?

Opening his divine eyes, he saw nothing unusual except for a faint, strange light beneath the white cloth around his forehead.

Yang Ren stood tall and proud in the hall, like a proud rooster, holding his head high and waiting for his next opponent.

Wen Zhong withdrew his divine gaze and shook his head: "He's not a demon, he's just gone mad."

After the court session, Yang Ren strode out of the palace gate with his head held high, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Back at the mansion, she dismissed everyone, removed her headscarf, and rubbed her aching little hands.

Yang Ren sighed deeply. Although he had made progress in cultivating the Jade Purity Immortal Technique these past few days, his hands were still attached to his forehead. Every morning at court, he had to wrap them in thick white cloth, which made his little hands feel extremely uncomfortable.

A high-ranking official of the Shang Dynasty, with two hands growing on his forehead—what kind of decorum is that?

Jiang Ziya returned to his residence, sat down at his desk, looked at the clean surface of the table, and sighed.

Yang Ren should have been happy to have become Qingxu's disciple.

The senior brother, who was bestowed the title of "morality" by the sage and was the most virtuous among the Twelve Golden Immortals, had a disciple who acted like a mad dog in the court, biting people everywhere. He was not at all like a disciple of a Golden Immortal.

Yuzhu Cave.

Yun Zhongzi withdrew his vision of the Senzu Bean and laughed heartily.

Yang Ren did eventually possess the pair of eyes that would later allow him to observe the heavens above, look down into the earth below, and understand all things in the human world; only their positions were different.

At this moment, Taiyi Zhenren was lying on the flying pig, basking in the sun, his round face flushed red, with a pot of immortal wine beside him;

Nezha is instructing the three demons, explaining how to be a good demon who adheres to the three obediences and four virtues.

Those facing imminent calamity remain carefree, while those destined for it remain lively and active.

He suddenly felt a little dazed. Since his transmigration, he had lived cautiously for tens of thousands of years. Others laughed at him for not being competitive, his fellow disciples scolded him for his inferior origins, and his master secretly placed a restriction on him.

All he wanted was to survive, obtain the Chaos Bell, break the seal, and avoid being removed from the Three Realms after being conferred the title of God.

Taiyi Zhenren swayed over carrying a wine pot, about to call his junior brother to drink with him, when Nezha grabbed him as soon as he reached the cave entrance.

Nezha put his index finger to his lips and whispered, "Teacher seems to be thinking about Uncle Yunxiao."

Taiyi Zhenren glanced into the cave, his spiritual energy surged, and he instantly sobered up by seven-tenths.

He pulled Nezha away quietly to a distance, and said in a low voice, "Your teacher Yun Zhongzi is having an epiphany, don't disturb him."

Nezha's eyes lit up: "Sudden enlightenment? How do you achieve sudden enlightenment? I want to achieve sudden enlightenment too!"

Taiyi Zhenren quickly covered his mouth and pulled out a soundproof barrier to completely cover the entire cave.

Inside the cave, Yun Zhongzi seemed to be in a state of chaos, and he didn't know how long he had been there.

He wanted to integrate into the Chan Sect, even at the cost of lowering his status, to become one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, to be respected by his fellow disciples, and to survive.

Living cautiously, afraid to compete, afraid to fight, afraid to stand out.

The more you know, the deeper your fear becomes. But no matter how deep the fear, the things that need to be done still need to be done.

Protecting the Emperor, safeguarding Nezha, and rescuing Yang Ren—which of these actions were done out of fear?

What is his path?

At that moment, a bright light shone from Yun Zhongzi's body.

A figure slowly emerged from behind him; the figure wore a black and white Taoist robe, with half black and half white hair, and a face identical to his, but with a completely different temperament.

It is not the gentle and jade-like compassion of a benevolent corpse, but a clarity that comes after deep reflection, seeing through things but not saying them out loud;

Able to let go, yet unable to—a corpse of obsession.

Looking at the figure before him, Yun Zhongzi understood.

Since he broke through to the Taiyi Xuanxian realm through cultivation, this obsessive corpse had been stirring within his body.

However, with the good corpse destroyed and the obsession blocked, it was never able to be severed.

Only now have I realized my true nature: the Way is beneath my feet, and the path lies before me.

Compared to the benevolent corpse, the obsessive corpse's aura is deeper, more stable, and less likely to be detected by divine sense.

However, this obsessive corpse seems to have a visibly low health bar.

Chaoge City.

At the city gate, a group of people slowly drove into the city.

The leader was a man of elegant bearing, with bright eyes and clear eyebrows, and an outstanding appearance; he was indeed a handsome young man.

He wore a plain robe and bamboo hat, with a jade flute hanging at his waist, and exuded an aura of integrity.

Yun Zhongzi understood the situation through the vision provided by the fairy bean.

This is Bo Yikao, the eldest son of Ji Chang.