The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

He certainly wouldn't say that he was there to check on Gray's surroundings and to inquire about his grand-disciple's life.

Otherwise, the gray puppy's tail would be wagging in the air.

"Speaking of which, where is your senior brother?"

Jiang Mingzi looked left and right: "Isn't he eating with you guys?"

Xia Chuan stood up blankly: "Huh? I'm here?"

The clothes that suddenly stood up left Jiang Mingzi completely stunned.

Where are you? I can't see you.

Everyone looked blankly in Xia Chuan's direction.

The person was sitting right there, so why couldn't the patriarch see him?

Xia Chuan reacted quickly, swiftly picking up the wine glass on the table and raising it into the air:

"Master, your disciple is here."

Even the well-informed Jiang Mingzi found it strange to see the wine glass rise out of thin air.

What's happening here?

"You do exist, but I cannot see you."

Jiang Mingzi frowned, pondered for a moment, and then thought of a possibility.

"I am now merely projecting my primordial spirit from the past; my perception of the world relies on the Dharma."

He slowly revealed his guess, his tone becoming increasingly incredulous:

“Little grand-disciple, is it not just that your internal acupoints are blocked?”

"You have absolutely no magical power?!"

Everyone looked at Xia Chuan.

Especially the Ma dynasty.

What does the patriarch mean by this?

Didn't his eldest disciple always lack magical powers?

Under everyone's gaze, Xia Chuan slowly nodded:

"Yes, the patriarch's insight is indeed brilliant."

"This disciple cannot perceive any Dharma, and in fact, I cannot see the Patriarch either..."

Jiang Mingzi gasped in shock; it really was that outrageous.

As we all know, the law exists in everything.

From the sun, moon, and stars to the gravel and pebbles by the roadside, from wild beasts to humans, everything is composed of law.

Those who seek the law use it to interfere with the world. Whether it is a talisman, a magic weapon, an innate supernatural power, or even the innate supernatural power of the Nirvana Corpses, or the abilities of the Myriad Corpse Immortals, they cannot bypass the law.

However, Xia Chuan did not have any magic within his body.

From the perspective of the supernatural world, wouldn't that be equivalent to not existing?

Even though she saw it with her own eyes, Jiang Mingzi still found it outrageous.

But this is actually a reasonable explanation.

If Xia Chuan has no magic, Jiang Mingzi naturally won't be able to see Xia Chuan either.

However, Xia Chuan's voice caused a vibration in the air, so Jiang Mingzi was able to hear Xia Chuan speaking.

Jiang Mingzi's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"My little grand-disciple, you are truly... exceptionally gifted."

Jiang Mingzi was half amazed and half shocked as his gaze fell on the floating wine glass, as if he could see the "non-existent" person behind it:

"You'd probably be an enemy that all supernatural beings would find troublesome."

Jiang Mingzi's lips curled up:

In a fight against you, the only likely outcome is a pure contest of avatar strength.

But your physical strength is also ridiculously high.

If you were on the other side of the corpse, Lazy Egg Sister would probably be crying in anger.

He turned to look at Ma Chao, who was still kneeling on the ground, his tone filled with genuine admiration:

"I remember, your name is Ma Chao, right?"

"You've found a great apprentice. You've made invaluable contributions to Sanzhen."

Ma Chao felt his chest straighten and his back straighten a bit. His face was full of "I don't deserve it," but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Gao Haoguang frowned, his tone tinged with resentment:

"Master Wang... is it really that exaggerated?"

"I don't think my senior brother is anything special."

Aside from being stronger and faster...

Okay, not a little, it's an exaggeration.

But Gao Haoguang firmly believes that he will be able to trample his senior brother underfoot in the future.

But after hearing what Wang Baxian said, could it be that my senior brother will be stronger than me in the future?

Wouldn't that jeopardize my position as the world's greatest seeker of the Dharma?

Jiang Mingzi saw through Gao Haoguang's little scheme and chuckled softly.

"Stupid gray cub."

“Spells require a target. Without a target to choose from, even the power of causality cannot interfere with your senior brother.”

"Even your innate divine power is likely to be the same."

The only thing that can directly interfere with him is probably the law of causality, which bypasses the law and directly corrects the world.

Jiang Mingzi paused, then her eyes narrowed with a smile:

"If you want to beat your senior brother, you'd better think of another way."

Gao Haoguang immediately deflated like a wilted eggplant, his whole demeanor sinking into gloom.

Jiang Mingzi's smile deepened.

Our generation of the Three Immortals has produced a talent no less than that of this Immortal Lord.

Once they and their fellow disciples have grown up, it's almost a certainty that they will wipe out Wanye.

"Oh, right, my little grand-disciple."

Jiang Mingzi lightly tapped the wine glass in Xia Chuan's hand from afar:

"The sparring dolls you requested have been made by this immortal lord."

Xia Chuan was stunned.

He almost thought Jiang Mingzi had forgotten about it.

"However, I will tell you where it is buried after you pass the second test."

Jiang Mingzi smiled slightly, and the scroll he possessed suddenly erupted with a surge of magical power.

The next instant, everyone in the private room was locked by magic, but Xia Chuan, who could not be locked by magic, was wrapped up by the scroll itself, like a rice dumpling.

Ma Chao exclaimed in surprise: "Master, what is this?!"

"Trial".

Jiang Mingzi waved to everyone, her smile as bright as a child who had just pulled off a prank:

"I am very happy today. Goodbye, my little grand-disciple."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scroll suddenly exerted force.

Everyone's bodies flew straight out of the window.

With a series of uncontrollable screams, the figures of Sanzhen and his group flew further and further away in the night sky, turning into several small black dots in the blink of an eye.

Gao Haoguang's profanities could be heard clearly even several streets away:

"Wang Ba Xian Jun!!!"

"I'm still not full!"

Jiang Mingzi tilted her head slightly, as if trying to pinpoint the direction of the sound:

"Hey, where did that dog barking come from?"

He turned his gaze away and looked at the steaming plate of braised chicken on the table, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"I almost forgot, I need to see what the potatoes and peppers look like."

He walked to the table, and with a flick of his sleeve, a bowl and chopsticks appeared out of thin air.

Pick up a piece of potato and put it in your mouth.

He picked up another chili pepper and took a careful bite.

Jiang Mingzi's eyes lit up.

"interesting."

He muttered to himself, picked up another piece of chicken, and chewed it slowly.

Having lived for so many years, this is the first time I've ever eaten food from a thousand years in the future.

Although it's just a projection of the primordial spirit, one can't taste the real flavor; it's merely for show.

But that sense of novelty was enough to make him happy.

A thousand years ago.

Xushan wasteland.