Primordial: Yang Jian Becomes a Saint, and I, His Master, Can't Keep Lying Low — Part 31

There were many uncertainties on Mount Buzhou. If they expended too much Spiritual Energy and ran into trouble, they might be left helpless.

Yang Jian nodded. "This was once a sacred mountain. If we flew up, it would be disrespectful. In that case, find a place to land. I'll climb the mountain on foot."

Having received Yang Jian's instructions, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon quickly found a spot and landed not far from the foot of Mount Buzhou.

With a light wave of Yang Jian's hand, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon transformed into golden light and entered his body.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, and headed toward Mount Buzhou.

"Mount Buzhou is a famed mountain from ancient times. Master said long ago that I possess great fortune. Perhaps this time, I'll find an opportunity that belongs to me."

Changsheng Palace!

Because Di Xin's fortune had risen, Chen Changsheng was delighted. An increase in fortune also meant that his achievements would grow accordingly.

Perhaps my second disciple will soon establish a Sacred Dynasty and gain the Human Race's fortune as support. When that happens, a meteoric rise in strength will be no more than a minor matter. It's just that... I wonder how long those fellows will be able to sit still!

Chen Changsheng calculated inwardly. If Di Xin established a Sacred Dynasty, he would be competing with the Saints for fortune.

Perhaps the Saints would not care at first, but with Di Xin holding the Sacred Dynasty system in his hands, they would surely notice the clues in time. If the Saints came pressing down upon him, things would become troublesome.

Chen Changsheng sighed. The Saints might not act personally, but they certainly would not stand by and watch Di Xin grow like this.

"Ah, whatever. It seems my second disciple is fated to suffer this tribulation. What can I do about it?"

Chen Changsheng gave a bitter laugh. How long had he been in this world? Yet both major figures of the Investiture of the Gods had already become entangled with him through karma.

"I should get some proper rest. Worrying about those two all the time is turning my heart into that of an old father. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; as for how my two disciples fare, that can only depend on their own fortunes."

Chen Changsheng stretched lazily. Changsheng Palace was utterly quiet now, and he had no need to cultivate, so he immediately prepared to take a good nap.

But at that moment, a rift suddenly appeared in the sky.

"Hm!"

Chen Changsheng narrowed his eyes. Changsheng Palace was the very foundation of the system's existence, and he immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Could someone be breaking into Changsheng Palace? Let me see who is so bold.

He was already a Half-step Grand Unity Golden Immortal. In this world, he could barely be considered an expert, so naturally he was not afraid of anyone coming to provoke him.

The moment he stepped out of the palace gates, he saw the rift in the sky, and his entire body froze.

"Damn, what's going on? Could some mighty expert capable of tearing open the void with bare hands have arrived?"

Just as Chen Changsheng was puzzled, a figure fell from the void. He became alert, but quickly realized something was off.

Why did the newcomer's landing posture not resemble that of a mighty expert in the slightest? Instead, he looked completely muddleheaded?

A Disciple Falls from the Sky While the Master Sits at Home ### What was going on?

Chen Changsheng froze for a moment. Someone had fallen from the sky?

Even though this was the Primordial world, wasn't something like this still far too absurd?

"Ding!"

"Detected a person falling from the sky. Host may take them in as a disciple!"

What the hell!

Chen Changsheng's expression twitched. What was this? He had only just sent off two disciples and was about to enjoy some peace and quiet, yet now another one had been delivered to him?

More importantly, this disciple did not seem very bright. What normal person would choose to descend from the sky like that?

Well, whatever. Since I'm idle anyway, one more disciple will speed up my cultivation by a few more points.

Chen Changsheng sighed. How could he possibly refuse something that increased his cultivation speed?

I'd better go see how my precious disciple is doing. Hopefully he wasn't knocked stupid by the fall!

Chen Changsheng slowly stepped forward, but suddenly halted. The next moment, several figures appeared before him.

Demon Race!

Chen Changsheng frowned. He instantly sensed that the aura they were releasing was precisely that of the Demon Race.

No wonder my new disciple fell from the sky. It seems these people were chasing him!

"Who goes there!"

Chen Changsheng shouted coldly. This is my precious disciple. If he trespassed, I'll treat it as him recognizing the way to his master's door ahead of time. But you are not my disciples. Breaking into my mountain gate counts as coming here to provoke me.

"Who are you, to dare speak like that? We are people you cannot afford to offend!"

Chen Changsheng had not released his aura. By now, he could conceal or unleash it at will. He truly wanted to see who had the nerve to barge into Changsheng Palace.

Several figures emerged, and they spotted Chen Changsheng at a glance.

"A Human Race cultivator?"

"From the looks of him, it seems he hasn't even passed the heavenly tribulation?"

"Forget it. Kill him, finish the mission, and leave. What a waste of effort."