Stumble into the Immortal Court and Accidentally Meet Dong Wanggong, Begging You to Accept the Inheritance!

Li Yuan steadied his mind and surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Weren't we just walking normally over the Eastern Sea? Where has this brought us? Is this still the Primordial World?"

Xuandu summoned the Heaven and Earth Exquisite Pagoda to shield everyone, speaking gravely.

"Do not let your guard down. We don't know if this is a blessed cave or some enemy's scheme."

Guangchengzi and Duobao stood back-to-back, each summoning their treasures, warily scanning their surroundings.

Only the fledgling Kong Xuan was a complete novice.

He utterly lacked the might that would one day sweep the world.

Pinned at the center by his senior brothers, he was somewhat dazed.

"What's happening?"

Boom—!!!

In the pitch-black world, the sky above suddenly rippled like water.

A crimson horizon line emerged, splitting the heavens in two.

At the same time, a pair of red eyes appeared, bearing a majesty like mountain ranges.

"What petty scoundrel dares trespass in This Lonely One's Immortal Court?!"

Hearing the words "Immortal Court," Li Yuan snapped back to his senses and muttered in confusion.

"Immortal Court? Dong Wanggong's Immortal Court?"

"Hasn't he already fallen?"

"Could he be planning to seize our bodies?"

Xuandu poured all his power into the Heaven and Earth Exquisite Pagoda, speaking coldly.

"Junior brother, do not worry. With your elder brother here, no one can touch you!"

But then the voice in the void suddenly shifted tone.

"So these are the disciples of an old acquaintance. Have the Three Pure Ones' Dao lineages developed to this extent?"

Shua—!!!

Duobao suddenly gripped the Qingping Sword tight, channeling Shangqing magic power, condensing a thick Sword Qi.

He swept the sword toward the sky, and the azure Sword Qi surged straight at the pair of enormous eyes.

This reaction made Xuandu's expression change, and he barked out.

"Junior brother, you're too rash!"

One with such imposing might was surely a top-tier great power of the Primordial World.

If Duobao's action angered him, wouldn't that invite disaster?

Even with the Heaven and Earth Exquisite Pagoda, it would likely be hard to withstand.

Boom—!!!

"Ah—!!!"

But when the Sword Qi slashed through the sky's eyes, a scream echoed between heaven and earth.

The surrounding darkness receded like the tide.

At last, the true scene was revealed.

Li Yuan frowned and looked closely, only to see broken walls and ruins.

On these shattered palaces, one could faintly make out their former grandeur and prosperity.

Duobao stepped forward and brushed his hand over them, speaking softly.

"There are even remnants of quite exquisite formations. What place is this?"

Guangchengzi lightly patted Duobao's shoulder and praised him.

"Good thing you acted decisively earlier. I didn't expect that great power to be all show and no substance."

Xuandu drew a sharp breath.

"This is actually the ruins of the Immortal Court. Have we stumbled into the Immortal Court?"

Li Yuan asked with great curiosity.

"Senior brother recognized this place at a glance. Has your Dao of deduction advanced again?"

In the Primordial World, the best at the Dao of deduction was naturally the Taiqing Saint, Laozi.

As his direct disciple, Xuandu's deduction skills were no slouch either.

Xuandu raised his hand and pointed at the broken giant gate not far away.

"Doesn't it say 'Immortal Court' right there?"

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Shua--

Just then, a sudden change occurred. Golden light coalesced at the Immortal Gate, revealing a figure.

A middle-aged man in a crimson Eight-Trigram robe, with refined brows and eyes, exuded a hint of imperial authority in every gesture.

But his posture was far from elegant—he was clutching his eyes and wailing.

"This Daoist is truly speechless. Whose disciple are you? Come, come, tell me—whose disciple are you!"

The Daoist pointed at Duobao, questioning him repeatedly.

Duobao gave a cold snort, hands on his hips, and replied.

"I go by the same name whether walking or sitting—I am Duobao, personal disciple of Tongtian Saint of the Interception Sect!"

At these words, a wry smile instantly appeared on the Daoist's face.

"Fine, fine, fine. Sure enough, you're just like your master—drawing your sword and hacking at people at the slightest disagreement."

"Back in the Primordial World, your master was the same—one word out of place and he'd come for me."

"Are all of you from the Interception Sect like this?"

Duobao shot back aggressively.

"So what?"

"As for you, who are you, skulking around in the shadows? Spit out your name!"

The Daoist resumed a calm demeanor, his sleeves billowing without wind, displaying the bearing of a lofty cultivator.

"This Daoist is the Lord of the Immortal Court, the Chief of All Male Immortals in the Primordial World—Dong Wanggong."

Duobao: "(ˉ▽￣~) Pfft~"

"So what? The Immortal Court is gone, and didn't you fall too?"

Li Yuan chimed in as well.

"I thought someone big was coming, but it turned out to be a big pile of nothing."

"Fellow brothers, let's hurry up and leave. We still need to visit the Dragon Palace."

The others echoed in agreement.

"Let's go, let's go. This is really boring."

"He acts like he's still famous."

"Why put on a big show if you don't have the strength?"

"Maybe the old generation of greats all have a certain nostalgia."

"..."

Ignored, Dong Wanggong stood frozen, his mouth slightly agape.

"You... do you have any idea what you're missing?"

"This is a legacy from Dong Wanggong, the Lord of the Immortal Court!"

Hearing this, Li Yuan burst into laughter, unable to close his mouth.

"Brothers, tell him whose legacy we inherit?"

Xuandu, Guangchengzi, and Duobao all replied in turn.

"Our master is Grand Pure One Laozi!"

"My master is Yuanshi Saint!"

"My master is Tongtian. Who cares about your legacy? Keep it for someone else."

Dong Wanggong clutched his chest, listening to the sound of his heart shattering.

Setting aside everything else, they had three saints—he couldn't compare at all.

He suddenly fixed his gaze on Li Yuan's retreating back and spoke up.

"You cultivate the Great Dao of Fire—are you telling me you don't want this Daoist's Pure Yang True Fire?"

The moment the words fell, Li Yuan's steps halted. He turned with a smile.

"Oh my, look at that. Why didn't you say so earlier? Greetings, senior."

"Who would have thought we'd have such fortune, receiving a legacy from a senior. What an honor, what an absolute honor!"

Dong Wanggong watched the Three Teachings disciple whose attitude had done a complete one-eighty, grinding his teeth audibly.

"Fine, fine, fine. So this is how you play it—treating this Daoist like an Outer-Realm Heavenly Demon."

Originally, he had been drawn by the dense Fire Dao resonance on Li Yuan.

A human bloodline, able to wield such Fire Arts at the Mystic Immortal Realm—clearly a prodigy.

Who knew the brats of the southern village would bully him for being old and weak, and openly drag him into the bamboo grove?

"Enough, enough. A legacy is a legacy—whoever it passes to, it's still being passed on."

"This Daoist grants you both a legacy, each with its own benefits, but you must first agree to one condition."

Duobao grimaced and complained.

"Ah, such a hassle."

Dong Wanggong's forehead instantly bulged with black lines.

"This Daoist advises you not to get too cocky!"

"Senior, please speak."

"After granting you the legacy, This Daoist's soul must be housed within the Heaven and Earth Exquisite Pagoda, awaiting a future chance to return to the Primordial World."

Li Yuan and Xuandu exchanged a glance, then agreed.

"Naturally, that can be arranged."

"Good. Then take these legacies and divide them among yourselves!"

"..."