Primordial: Yang Jian Becomes a Saint, and I, His Master, Can't Keep Lying Low — Part 27

"This... I've reached the Golden Immortal realm!"

Yang Jian stared at the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd in his hand in disbelief, instantly growing excited.

"Master was right. Cultivating in Changsheng Palace all along would only restrict my progress. I never expected that I'd break through so soon after coming out."

"Many thanks for your help, fellow Daoist!"

At that moment, Wen Zhong walked over and bowed to Yang Jian.

Only then did Yang Jian come back to his senses. He immediately returned the bow. "You jest, fellow Daoist. Though you are a cultivator, you have joined the army to protect the people's safety. With such a state of mind, Yang Jian truly admires you!"

Generally speaking, human cultivators who joined immortal sects were required to sever their karmic ties with the mortal world and devote themselves to cultivation. They were even more forbidden from involving themselves in the slaughter and conflict of the human world.

First, because the Cycle of Karma never ceased; second, because it was meant to preserve the balanced development of the human race.

Yet this situation also left humanity weak, often subjected to oppression by the Demon Race.

In Yang Jian's eyes, for a cultivator to throw himself into military service required tremendous courage.

Wen Zhong chuckled. "I am a disciple of Golden Spirit Mother of the Jie Sect's Biyou Palace. May I ask where you, fellow Daoist, learned your arts?"

Wen Zhong had declared his background, and Yang Jian narrowed his eyes. The Chan and Jie Sects were the great sects of the present world, so naturally he knew of them.

Upon hearing that Wen Zhong was from the Jie Sect, he became wary.

Though he believed Chen Changsheng had nothing to fear from such matters, he would not allow himself to bring trouble to his master.

"My master is merely an idle wanderer of the mountains and wilderness, with no fixed abode. He cannot be considered part of any sect!"

There were so many Rogue Cultivators in the world anyway. I refuse to believe you can figure out who I am just from that.

Seeing Yang Jian answer like this, Wen Zhong did not press the matter further.

"Thank you for saving me this time, fellow Daoist. Wen Zhong is deeply grateful. If you are willing, please accompany me to Chaoge so we may speak at leisure!"

Wen Zhong spoke softly. Though Yang Jian was unwilling to reveal his origins, he was still a Golden Immortal cultivator. Wen Zhong would naturally be delighted if he could befriend him.

Chaoge? Could he be a soldier of Great Shang?

Yang Jian paused. The human world was currently ruled by the Shang Dynasty, and Chaoge was the Shang Dynasty's capital.

But Yang Jian merely considered it for a moment before shaking his head.

"You are too courteous, fellow Daoist, but I still have other matters to attend to on this journey. If the opportunity arises, I will certainly visit Chaoge!"

Yang Jian replied. Seeing that Yang Jian had no such intention, Wen Zhong did not linger. He immediately led the soldiers back.

With the Three-Headed Flood Dragon eliminated this time, their mission could be considered complete. Though they had not done it with their own hands, humanity had nonetheless been rid of a menace.

Yang Jian stepped through the void and quickly arrived high in the sky. He stretched out his right hand, and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd appeared.

With a thought, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd suddenly gave off a powerful glow, then transformed directly into a flood dragon—the very Three-Headed Flood Dragon from before!

"I never expected my Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd not only to absorb your soul, but even your body as well—and it can even let you take your original form!"

Yang Jian looked at the Three-Headed Flood Dragon and nodded in satisfaction. At this moment, it possessed roughly Golden Immortal cultivation. Did that not mean he now had a Golden Immortal thug at his side?

Moreover, since the Three-Headed Flood Dragon was merely his magical treasure, it would not consume much of his power when not in battle. In ordinary times, he could even use it as a mount.

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon let out a low roar. "Master, where are we going now?"

The Three-Headed Flood Dragon had not expected things to turn out this way. Its respect for Yang Jian immediately rose several degrees.

Yang Jian smiled faintly and flashed onto the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's head. Narrowing his eyes, he found a direction. "Set off for Mount Buzhou!"

Chapter 21: Di Xin, Keep Away from Women, Do You Understand?

Changsheng Palace. Since Di Xin had arrived here, he had cultivated for five years.

Chen Changsheng walked out of Longevity Palace. Looking at the faintly fluctuating aura from the Scripture Pavilion, he could not help but chuckle.

"That kid Yang Jian really has what it takes. He's only been out for such a short time, yet he's already broken through directly to the Golden Immortal realm!"

Because of the master-disciple system binding between them, Chen Changsheng knew Yang Jian's cultivation level extremely well. Naturally, he could sense Yang Jian's breakthrough.

"Looks like my second disciple will break through soon as well. These two really make me feel incredible!"

Chen Changsheng sensed the spiritual energy of the half-step Great Luo realm within his body. How could something as wonderful as growing stronger without cultivating not feel amazing?

"But now that this little fellow has reached the Golden Immortal realm, he'll probably encounter the same problem as Yang Jian, won't he?"

Chen Changsheng sighed. Just then, Di Xin, who was inside the Scripture Pavilion, opened his eyes and slowly walked out.

"How was it? Did you break through?"

The moment Di Xin walked out of the Scripture Pavilion, he saw Chen Changsheng standing before it.

Di Xin froze for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, Master. I have broken through to the True Immortal realm. I'm afraid I must leave!"

Di Xin bit his lip tightly. He cultivated the Human Emperor Art, and he was also descended from royalty. In the future, he was destined to inherit the royal line and strengthen humanity's providence.

There would be no result from continuing to cultivate quietly here. Human Emperor, Human Emperor—there had to be people first before he could become an emperor.

Humans were unlike cultivators; at most, they only had a hundred years to live.

Yet a cultivator could spend several hundred years in a single meditation retreat. Di Xin knew that if he remained here any longer, the outside world would undergo earth-shaking changes.

And by then, if he no longer had the support of royal providence, the Human Emperor Art would likely be nothing more than a worthless sheet of paper.