Li Yuan Teaches Ju Liusun's Group a Lesson, Scares the Kids!

"Human origins? On Kunlun Mountain, there are only two humans, both senior brothers of the Human Sect, right?"

"Ha, calling them senior brothers—with such origins, do they even deserve it?"

"Indeed. For beings like us, born of innate Gods and Devils, addressing two humans as senior brothers is nothing short of disgrace."

"We've seen Xuandu before, so this must be that Li Yuan we've never met?"

Ju Liusun, Cihang, Wenshu, and Puxian stood atop the mountain peak, staring down at Li Yuan from on high.

The mockery in their eyes was utterly unconcealed.

They had always prided themselves on their extraordinary roots, having joined the Exposition Sect as some of the rarest blessed immortals in the primordial wilderness.

To them, Li Yuan was completely beneath notice.

If not for the bond between the Three Pure Ones, the four of them likely wouldn't have spared Li Yuan a single glance.

Cihang, with a male form bearing a feminine visage, lowered his eyelids slightly, a trace of sneer flickering across his face.

"Why not let Senior Brother Ju Liusun drive him away? Watching him walk through our Exposition Sect's domain stirs quite some discomfort in my heart."

Ju Liusun let out a cold laugh. "This Daoist shares that thought."

With that, he soared into the air, mounting clouds and descending.

Li Yuan walked through Kunlun Mountain, his gaze curious as he admired the scenery all around.

"I must say, Kunlun Mountain truly is a top-tier blessed cave and celestial haven in the primordial wilderness."

"Such dense spiritual energy, such captivating sights, such an overwhelming majesty radiating forth."

But no sooner had the words left his mouth than a voice laced with laughter came from behind.

"Kunlun Mountain is a saint's dojo—such grandeur is hardly surprising. Senior Brother, you arrived here earlier than I did; surely you've seen this before?!"

Li Yuan turned to see the newcomer clad in a black-and-yellow Eight Trigrams cloud-patterned Daoist robe, his face youthful, with slanted brows sweeping into his temples.

His brow furrowed slightly as he asked with a puzzled expression.

"May I ask your Daoist title, Junior Brother..."

"This Daoist, Ju Liusun of the Exposition Sect."

Ju Liusun gave a faint smile, replying calmly.

Li Yuan snapped back to reality, memories of Ju Liusun flooding his mind.

One of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Exposition Sect, his performance during the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation was unremarkable—downright lackluster, even.

The disciple he took in was no good either, and it was likely the master was just as mediocre.

Moreover, after the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, he was the first to defect to the Western Sect, being enshrined as Krakucchanda Buddha.

Coupled with Ju Liusun's arrogant demeanor, showing not a shred of respect toward a senior brother, Li Yuan couldn't help but feel a surge of disgust.

"So it's Junior Brother Ju Liusun. I suppose I've wandered into the Exposition Sect's dojo."

Ju Liusun made a gesture of invitation, speaking softly.

"Since that's clear, you'd best leave quickly."

At these words, Li Yuan, who had just been about to move, suddenly halted.

He released a sharp, imposing aura that actually forced Ju Liusun to take half a step back.

"If This Daoist remembers correctly, Second Martial Uncle values disciple etiquette above all else."

"Is this how you speak to me?"

Ju Liusun's face instantly flushed with a mix of pale and green.

If the master were to find out... the consequences would be unthinkable!

The stern image of Yuanshi from the past flashed through his mind.

Ju Liusun trembled slightly in fear, hastily bowing with respect.

"Senior Brother, I was wrong."

"Hm? (⊙_⊙)?"

Li Yuan, however, wore a look of utter bewilderment, thinking to himself.

"Wasn't it said these four turncoats were pretty nasty? Why are they suddenly so easy to talk to?"

No sooner had this thought crossed his mind than Li Yuan snapped back to reality.

At this time, the Three Sects had only just been established.

To put it plainly, the disciples' temperaments were still being shaped by the saints.

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Ju Liusun genuinely identified with the Exposition Sect's principles, which was why he looked down on ordinary beings.

But since Yuanshi valued etiquette, he naturally dared not disrespect Yuanshi and could only obediently apologize.

Ju Liusun stared at the silent Li Yuan, his heart so anxious he could almost cry.

"Damn you, Cihang, making me toy with Martial Uncle like this. If Master ever finds out..."

His whole body trembled uncontrollably, then suddenly tears and snot streamed down his face as he thudded to his knees.

"Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle, I was truly wrong, Martial Uncle. Please don't tell Master, alright?"

Li Yuan's eyes and hands moved swiftly as he pulled Ju Liusun up, muttering in confusion.

"Just how imposing must Second Martial Uncle be on a normal day? Look how scared the kid is."

"It's fine, oh. Your Martial Uncle isn't a petty person. Just fix that rotten temper of yours—stop looking down on this one and that one for no reason."

Ju Liusun wiped the tears and snot from his face, nodding heavily as he sniffled.

"I understand, Martial Uncle. I'll definitely listen to you."

Up on the mountain peak, Cihang and the other two frowned deeply, exchanging puzzled glances.

Why had Martial Uncle Ju Liusun knelt to Li Yuan—and even cried?!

"Go down and take a look?"

"Let's move!"

"We can't let him bully Martial Uncle Ju Liusun!"

At that moment, Li Yuan was comforting Ju Liusun and couldn't help but laugh.

"Look at you—you came to cause me trouble, and I ended up scaring you into tears. You really are... sigh..."

The main thing was that among the current Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, only Guangchengzi could be counted on to stay steady.

The rest of the Chan and Jie Sect disciples were, frankly, still in the mindset of young lads.

They had a long way to go before reaching the level of the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation—thinking a hundred steps ahead with every move, their heads full of profit.

And with just a little guidance, they could all develop well; their natures weren't bad at all.

Suddenly, three figures appeared behind Ju Liusun.

"Don't you dare bully Martial Uncle Ju Liusun!"

Wenshu Guangfa Tianzun was wrapped in the Green Lion Sun-Swallowing Robe, giving him the look of an honest, simple young man.

Puxian Daoren wore the Cloudfall Rainbow Robe and the Three Wishes Hair Crown, a young man with sword-like brows and starry eyes, his face carrying a hint of anger.

Cihang was draped in the Nine-Colored Cloud Rainbow Feather Coat, with a feminine face on a male body—fair-skinned, soft, and gentle.

It was he who had just shouted, making Li Yuan's brow twitch slightly as he lost focus for a moment.

"Little... Little Nanliang?"

But he quickly snapped back to reality. The Chan Sect Rebel Quartet—no need for them to reveal themselves.

A hint of mischief curled at the corner of Li Yuan's mouth. Suddenly, his face turned stern, and he bellowed.

"This Daoist is Li Yuan of the Ren Sect, your Martial Uncle. All of you, roll over here and stand at attention!"

Boom—!!!

Cihang and the other two trembled slightly, their earlier momentum vanishing without a trace as they obediently came over to stand in punishment.

"So you were the ones who sent Ju Liusun to toy with me, weren't you?"

"All day long, you call yourselves the true disciples of the Chan Sect, blessed immortals, swaggering around showing off. Well? Speak!"

"Look in my eyes, tell me why!"

"Second Martial Uncle's daily teachings—he said to understand propriety and treat others with humility. And you lot only listen to half of it, don't you?!"

"If anything like this happens again, it won't end with just a few words from me. Understood?"

"Understood, Martial Uncle."

"Louder! I can't hear you!"

"UNDERSTOOD, MARTIAL UNCLE (SUPER LOUD EDITION)!"

Li Yuan's face was cold as he snorted twice, then turned and headed back toward his cave dwelling.

The smile he couldn't hold back lingered at the corner of his mouth as he used Earth Shrinking Step to leave.

"Heh... four silly kids. No, three and a half..."