Ginseng Fruit

Yang Jian straightened his robes and stood outside the mountain gate of Luofu Cave on Emei Mountain, not rushing to barge in.

This was the Dao Field of Zhao Gongming, the Senior Disciple of the Jie Teachings—a Saint's disciple's residence. Not a shred of proper etiquette could be neglected.

He circulated his mana, condensing his voice into a thread. Without the slightest hint of pressure, it drifted gently into the mountain gate.

"Yang Jian, a disciple under Human Religion's Niu Ben, is passing through this place and has come especially to pay respects to martial uncle Zhao Gongming."

His voice was not loud, yet it echoed clearly through every corner of Luofu Cave.

Zhao Gongming, who had been sitting in meditation deep within the cave dwelling, abruptly opened his eyes.

He wore a dark Daoist robe, his features resolute. Divine light gleamed in his eyes, while the power of laws faintly flowed around him. Clearly, his cultivation was profoundly deep.

"Hmm?"

At first, he was slightly taken aback.

Yang Jian?

The name seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

But upon hearing the latter half of the sentence, he instantly lost his composure.

A disciple under Human Religion's Niu Ben?

Niu Ben!

Which Niu Ben?

In these Three Realms of the Primordial Wilderness, apart from Great Martial Uncle Taishang's elusive yet notoriously fearsome Personal Disciple, was there a second Niu Ben?

Zhao Gongming's mind buzzed.

That was Senior Brother Niu Ben!

Though they were all disciples of Saints, disciples of the Jie Teachings like them had to count themselves a generation beneath Senior Brother Niu Ben.

There was no helping it. He was Great Martial Uncle Taishang's sole Personal Disciple; his status was there for all to see.

What was more, this Senior Brother Niu Ben was no peacefully disciplined cultivator.

Among second-generation disciples