Planting Dao

After the minor disturbance caused by Wu Liangzi joining the sect, the Chan Sect returned to peace. After all, the various Sage sects had only been established recently, and everyone was busy developing themselves.

Meng Chen was the most cautious. Even with Divine Lord Meng Zhang and Yuanshi Tianzun behind him, he never let his guard down.

The wrath of an emperor was certainly terrifying, but the wrath of a commoner could not be underestimated either.

People like Luo Hou, Gonggong, Di Jun, and Taiyi simply did not fear Sages. Push them too far, and they would destroy heaven and earth for you to see.

Even those obscure great cultivators could turn demonic in an instant if you touched their bottom line—for example, by killing some old mother's child or stealing a devoted lover's Dao Companion.

Before those who feared nothing, Sages were merely more powerful living beings.

Sage Zhunti loved seeking treasures fated to him, yet he had never dared seize Old Ancestor Styx's treasures. He knew that if he dared to take them, Old Ancestor Styx would dare to go mad.

As long as the Blood Sea did not run dry, Nether River would not die. Not only was Old Ancestor Styx immortal, but he also possessed countless Blood God Sons. If he went mad, the entire west would be finished.

Therefore, Meng Chen would never throw his weight around in the Primordial Wilderness just because he was a Sage's disciple. That was not showing off—it was courting death.

Meng Chen entered the various worlds and minor planes within Kunlun Mountain, taking on all manner of identities as he experienced the mysteries of the Dao of fate.

The Primordial World had already produced the Human Race. Under the projections of the Heavenly Dao, the various small worlds and minor planes had also given birth to humans. However, these projected humans were mortals whose lifespans did not exceed a hundred years; they did not even count as postnatal humans.

Yet it was precisely because these small worlds and minor planes had humans that Meng Chen entered them to train himself.

It was far too difficult for other races to develop intelligence. They often needed hundreds or thousands of years before they could take human form. Their lives were also dull and monotonous: cultivation, foraging, fighting, mating... filled with wildness.

Only the Human Race could experience joy and sorrow, reunion and separation, birth, aging, illness, and death within a mere hundred years. Such experiences were often filled with traces of time and fate.

Through his constant experiences, Meng Chen's understanding of the laws of time, space, and fate grew ever deeper, and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds alongside those insights.

After Guang Chengzi and the other Chan Sect disciples learned that Meng Chen cultivated in such a "strange" way, they joined him one after another. After all, Meng Chen's cultivation was far higher than theirs, and they trusted him.

However, their gains were nowhere near as great as Meng Chen's.

Meng Chen was not a native of the Primordial World. He possessed the concepts of birth, aging, illness, and death in his mind. The existence of these concepts allowed him to perfectly become mortal.

Guang Chengzi and the others were different. In this era, there was not yet such a thing as "old" in the Primordial Wilderness.

There was "illness," but illness in the Primordial Wilderness meant cultivation deviation, injury, or poisoning.

Guang Chengzi and the others could not empathize with mortals. They could transform their appearances into those of mortals, but their hearts remained those of immortals.

After a while, Guang Chengzi and the others gave up. They felt that if they cultivated like Meng Chen, they might as well meditate in their Daoist Temples.

Meng Chen neither persuaded them nor explained himself.

Everyone had a cultivation method suited to them. Forcing one's own cultivation method upon others was simply self-righteousness.

This time, Meng Chen became mortal in a small world centered on agricultural civilization. His identity was that of an Old Codger who planted gourds beneath a mountain known as Gourd Mountain.

He planted a vast field of gourds. During the growing season, the gourd trellises were covered with gourds of every color: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet.

On the mountain peak, a Green Snake watched Meng Chen. Seeing him continuously watering the gourds, she immediately lost interest. She flicked her tongue, then swiftly slipped into a cave.

Inside the cave stood a person wearing a Black Cloak, holding a chain in both hands. The chain and the Black Cloak worked together to perfectly conceal his aura.

After entering the cave, the Green Snake transformed into a charming woman with a pointed chin. "Who would have thought that the dignified Eldest Senior Brother of the Chan Sect would remain in this small world planting gourds? He has utterly disgraced the Chan Sect. How could Eldest Senior Brother have lost to someone like him?"

"Heh heh!"

The man in the Black Cloak gave a sinister laugh. "Junior Sister, do not underestimate him. He has sealed his own magic power and turned himself into a mortal, which is why he has not noticed us. If he were to unleash his magic power, the treasures on us might not be able to escape his notice."

But the Green Snake did not believe him. She placed the Ominous Omen between herself and the man in the Black Cloak, circulated her magic power, and sent a dense aura pressing toward him.

The man in the Black Cloak refused to yield. He straightened up and began contending with the Green Snake.

Anger flashed in the Green Snake's eyes. "Senior Brother, you have gone too far! Today, I will fight you!"

Just as the two Disciples of Intercepting Teaching hid in the cave having sex, a new change occurred on Meng Chen's side.

Pop!

A breeze swept across the fields, and the gourds in the gourd patch seemed to awaken from the wind. Tens of thousands of gourds swayed with gurgling motions, producing duang duang duang sounds.

Every gourd began to glow and shine. Finally, all the gourds exploded at once. Countless scriptures and countless insights burst forth from them.

Meng Chen had personally planted all these scriptures and insights. In spring, he planted his insights into spring; when autumn arrived, he began harvesting those scriptures and insights.

Meng Chen opened his mouth and inhaled, like a giant whale drawing in water, pulling all the scriptures and insights into his primordial spirit. In an instant, the laws of time, space, and fate reached completion and fused with his essence, energy, and spirit.

"This small world cannot withstand the mighty power of a Grand Golden Immortal. It is time for me to leave!"

Knowing that he was about to break through, Meng Chen casually tore open a spatial gate, stepped inside, and returned to the Primordial Wilderness.

The two Disciples of Intercepting Teaching were having sex, utterly oblivious to the world around them. They ignored every disturbance outside. Nothing was more important than pleasure.

When they finished having sex, how could there still be any trace of Meng Chen?

At the same time Meng Chen left the small world, Our Lady of Wudang received an Imprint Sword Talisman. She activated it, and a light screen rose up, playing the scene of the two Disciples of Intercepting Teaching following Meng Chen and having sex right beneath his nose.

When Our Lady of Wudang saw this scene, her face darkened to the extreme, and she nearly coughed up blood from rage.

"To do something so shameless before a Chan Sect disciple is simply to disgrace our Intercepting Teaching beyond measure. And they had gone to follow Meng Chen, yet they were actually able to mate under such circumstances. It seems that harsh measures will not do!"