Primordial Era: Yang Jian Becomes a Saint, My Master Can't Lie Low

This is! Immortal technique!

Yang Jian was startled, and with a casual wave, he conjured a large building. Such a feat, he mused, could only be accomplished by a true immortal!

The Scripture Pavilion!

Could it be that his master intended to teach him cultivation techniques?

A thought sparked in Yang Jian's mind. Cultivation techniques were crucial for progress. With this in mind, his regret lessened somewhat.

"Disciple, this is the Scripture Pavilion. As my eldest disciple of Changsheng Palace, I naturally won't disappoint you. Go inside, and whatever cultivation techniques you obtain will depend on your own destiny!"

"Remember to feel it with your heart!"

Chen Changsheng spoke with a hint of mystery, leaving Yang Jian bewildered.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian quickly bowed. "Thank you, Master." He then hurried towards the Scripture Pavilion.

Watching Yang Jian's reaction, Chen Changsheng chuckled. "He's still just a child. With him, I've taken my first step in this Primordial Era."

As for cultivation techniques, Chen Changsheng wasn't worried. Yang Jian was a crucial figure in the future Investiture of the Gods calamity, so his fortune was bound to be good.

As soon as Yang Jian entered the Scripture Pavilion, he was captivated by the dazzling array of books.

"I never imagined that even without disciples, Master would have so many cultivation techniques!"

Yang Jian exclaimed, his perception of the Changsheng Sect shifting once again. After all, a sect possessing such a vast collection of techniques couldn't be as simple as it appeared.

It seemed his Master had his own plans. Since he was now the eldest disciple, he absolutely couldn't bring shame upon him, Yang Jian resolved.

"I must find my own cultivation technique, rescue my mother, and bring glory to Changsheng Palace!"

With that, he began to search diligently.

He flipped through the books one by one, but Yang Jian shook his head. His eyes would occasionally flicker, but after a closer look, he'd place them back in their original spots.

After searching for a while, Yang Jian found that while the cultivation techniques he could see were all somewhat wondrous, they still fell short of what he had envisioned.

Strange, could it be that there are no suitable techniques for me here?

Yang Jian was puzzled and filled with unwillingness. He absolutely did not want to casually pick a technique to cultivate, as doing so would make it impossible to fulfill his wish.

"Right, Master said it all depends on one's own comprehension."

"Does this hold some deeper meaning?"

With this thought, Yang Jian's heart gradually calmed.

"I can't be too hasty. With so many cultivation techniques here, there must be some I haven't discovered yet. Perhaps, one of them is suitable for me!"

He then gently sat down cross-legged, embraced his core, and began to use his inner senses to perceive his surroundings.

Chen Changsheng never expected that his casual remark would be taken so deeply to heart by Yang Jian.

In truth, he had only obtained the Scripture Pavilion recently and hadn't fully understood its contents. The reason he said those words was purely because he'd read it in a novel and thought it sounded impressive.

Now, seeing Yang Jian enter the Scripture Pavilion and then go silent, he felt a bit worried.

"I wonder if this disciple can find a suitable cultivation technique!"

Chen Changsheng sighed softly. Destiny, he mused, was hard to explain.

But Yang Jian was his eldest disciple of Changsheng Palace. If even he couldn't find a good cultivation technique, how could his sect grow and establish itself in the Three Realms in the future!

At Golden Cloud Cave on Jade Spring Mountain, a figure was anxiously waiting within the cave dwelling.

"Strange, according to my calculations, that person should have arrived by now. Why do I have no sense of them?"

True Lord Jade Cauldron's face was filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Not long ago, he had suddenly sensed a guidance from the Heavenly Dao that a fated disciple would arrive at Jade Spring Mountain today.

He had even calculated that this disciple possessed exceptional fortune, with potential achievements that might rival his own.

Naturally, he was excited about such a genius. Yet, today, he had waited and waited, but the disciple never came.

"Could it be that this child encountered an accident on the way?"

True Lord Jade Cauldron was alarmed. Even as one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, he couldn't figure out what was happening.

"Fine, since that's the case, I'll deduce it again and see where you are, you brat!"

True Lord Jade Cauldron sighed helplessly, immediately sat down cross-legged, and formed a hand seal to begin his deduction.

"Hmph!"

After a round of deduction, True Lord Jade Cauldron's expression turned astonished.

"What is going on? The master-disciple connection with that brat is broken! Could someone have gotten there first?"

True Lord Jade Cauldron was perplexed. This was a guidance from the Heavenly Dao, and he dared not be careless. He quickly continued his deduction.

However, no matter how he tried to deduce, he couldn't figure out what had happened.

Chen Changsheng was unaware that his actions had left True Lord Jade Cauldron utterly confused.

Meanwhile, he himself was beginning to understand his own abilities.

"Since I've already reached the Dao Integration realm, it's considered the first step towards becoming an immortal. The next step, then, must be to undergo tribulation and ascend, right?"