"Today's discussion of the Dao truly benefited this daoist immensely. I broke through to the mid-stage Mystic Immortal realm. If there is an opportunity in the future, we must certainly interact more often."
"Certainly, certainly. Senior Brother's understanding of the Dao is also quite distinctive. I look forward to our next discussion."
When Li Yuan left the cave abode, Duobao insisted on personally seeing him off.
His enthusiastic attitude gave Li Yuan an uneasy feeling.
Who would have thought that the moment they stepped outside, they would run into a mountain?
Li Yuan stared blankly at the mountain, examining it with confusion.
"Hiss... when this daoist came here earlier, there didn't seem to be a mountain here, did there?"
Duobao raised his brows slightly as well, somewhat uncertain.
Just as he was about to investigate it carefully—
Tongtian's shout suddenly echoed in his ear.
"Make up some excuse and brush it off. Do not let Li Yuan become curious!"
Tongtian was extremely nervous within Biyou Palace.
Even when he had attained the Dao and become a Saint, he had not been this flustered.
If Li Yuan discovered that Long Ear was already quite a scoundrel, wouldn't that leave him with an awful impression of the Interception Sect?
Duobao came back to his senses and threw an arm around Li Yuan's shoulders with a smile.
"Ah—a mountain, that's all. What's so interesting about it? Master moved it here."
"Huh? Why would Third Martial Uncle move a mountain here for no reason?"
"Uh... Master actually believes rather strongly in feng shui."
In an instant, an indescribable change appeared in Li Yuan's eyes.
The moment the words "feng shui" appeared, everything else seemed to stop mattering.
A Saint believed in feng shui.
How the hell could those words even form a sentence?
With that doubt in mind, Li Yuan was escorted all the way back to Celestial Abode by Duobao.
He happened to need time to digest the insights from his breakthrough.
So he simply stopped caring about the mountain, calmed his mind, cultivated, and consolidated his cultivation.
After returning to Biyou Palace, Duobao hurried over to claim credit.
"Master, Master, wasn't this disciple quite clever to come up with that on the spot?"
Tongtian flashed to his side in an instant.
Smack—!!!
A slap landed on the back of Duobao's head.
The crisp sound echoed through Biyou Palace.
Duobao's eyes widened as he cried out in disbelief.
"A Saint caresses my crown, then shatters my skull with one palm, is that it?"
"Master, what did you hit me for?"
Tongtian snorted coldly, speaking in frustration at his failure to live up to expectations.
"For no reason? A Saint believing in feng shui—how could you even say something like that?"
"Wherever a Saint is, that place is a land of excellent feng shui."
Duobao thought it over carefully and nodded slightly.
"That was indeed thoughtless. Then I'll go find Senior Brother Ling and give him another explanation."
With that, he actually lifted his leg and prepared to leave Biyou Palace.
Tongtian directly grabbed him by the collar and shook his head helplessly.
"This daoist really ought to replace you with another personal disciple capable of leading the Interception Sect. Your cultivation is fine, but your intelligence truly isn't."
Duobao raised his head and asked with a serious expression.
"Master, are you praising me or scolding me?"
Tongtian gritted his teeth, once again feeling the helplessness of a teacher unable to raise a worthy disciple.
"Disciple, you are different from others. Do not waste your time thinking."
At the same time, he suddenly felt as though he had come to a realization, muttering inwardly.
"Come to think of it... when Eldest Brother and Second Brother look at me, is it no different from how I look at Duobao?"
In an instant, waves of deep frustration surged through Tongtian's heart again.
"No, I still have the Four Swords of Immortal Execution. Unless four Saints join forces, none can break my formation. I am invincible in the Primordial World!"
Within Celestial Abode, Li Yuan circulated the Supreme Clarity Profound Origin Art, consolidating his cultivation.
Meanwhile, his clone deep within the cave abode had already begun editing the Diary.
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As it happened, Laozi had nothing to do in Eight Scenery Palace, so he casually picked up the diary.
Junior Brother Duobao was truly enthusiastic. Our mutual discussion of the Dao actually allowed me to break through to the mid-stage Mystic Immortal realm.
Laozi raised his brows slightly. A faint smile appeared on his face as he nodded.
"Worthy of being the disciple this daoist values. A Pangu Physique—his talent is truly terrifying."
However, when I left, I saw a mountain. Third Martial Uncle Tongtian actually believes in feng shui. How strange.
The instant Laozi saw this sentence, the smile on his face froze before darkening abruptly.
"That third brother of mine does not study the Saintly Great Dao properly, yet he believes in such unorthodox paths as feng shui. And he is a dignified Saint, no less."
"All day long, he shouts about the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, claiming that unless four Saints join forces, none can break it, and that he is invincible in the Primordial World. He infuriates me!"
"I must find an opportunity to use the divine ability One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones and make him suffer a little!"
Speaking of which, I wonder what the Wu-Demon beneath the mountain are doing now. If this is the eve of the Witch-Demon Calamity, then Grandmaster will probably summon everyone for a meeting.
"A meeting?"
Laozi murmured those words.
After pondering them carefully, he could somewhat understand their meaning.
It probably meant that Dao Ancestor would summon his disciples to Purple Cloud Palace to discuss important matters.
"This boy mentioned the Wu-Demon. Could this be related to the matters between the two races?"
Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi had joined forces to establish the Demon Court, intending to rule the Primordial World.
The Witch race had the Twelve Ancestral Witches working together, and they happened to be severely at odds with the Demon Court.
They had fought each other an unknown number of times already, with every battle ending in a draw.
Dong—!!!
Suddenly, a bell chime echoed in the minds of All Saints, accompanied by Dao Ancestor Hongjun's calm voice.
"All Saints, swiftly come to Purple Cloud Palace to discuss important matters!"
Laozi returned to his senses. He had not expected Li Yuan to be proven right so quickly.
He took half a step, and his figure arrived at the summit of Kunlun Mountain.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Yuanshi and Tongtian immediately followed after him.
"Master has summoned us. Let us go quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuanshi's gaze was suddenly drawn to the mountain before the gates of Jade Azure Palace.
"What does Third Brother mean by placing a mountain in front of his gate?"
Before Tongtian could respond, Laozi snorted coldly.
"Third Brother now believes in feng shui, hence this behavior. Heh, feng shui."
In an instant, Tongtian's face flushed red. Li Yuan must have told Eldest Brother.
And he had no way to refute it. If he said it was suppressing an Interception Sect disciple—
Damn it, that somehow sounded even more embarrassing.
Tongtian was like a mute eating durian, unable to voice his suffering, as he cursed inwardly.
"When I return, I will definitely make that Wicked Disciple Duobao pay!"
Yuanshi had already furrowed his brow. Recalling the matter of the Interception Sect's destruction from the Diary, he habitually began lecturing.
"Third Brother, you must not study such unorthodox paths. Cultivate the Saintly Great Dao properly and uphold your lineage."
Tongtian lowered his head and nodded as if he had suddenly realized something.
"Understood, Second Brother."
Yuanshi's eyes widened as he stared at Tongtian in surprise. When had his third brother, who would normally argue back, become so obedient?
"Third Brother, have you been possessed?"
Tongtian's face reddened as he snapped back.
"What kind of words are those? I can't argue back, and I can't agree with you either?!"
"Have you ever seen a possessed Saint?!"
He had merely realized that Second Brother's words were well-intentioned, though somewhat long-winded.
Yuanshi smiled and shook his head.
"Good. That is my Third Brother. Let us go, to Purple Cloud Palace."
Meanwhile, atop Mount Sumeru of the Western Sect—
Zhun Ti stared suspiciously at Ran Deng, his tone filled with disbelief.
"You went to take Yuanshi as your master, he refused, and then he recommended that you come to our Western Sect?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
"The problem is huge, all right..."
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