Primordial: Yang Jian Becomes a Saint, and I, His Master, Can No Longer Keep a Low Profile

"Brother Yang, I don't know why, but ever since we arrived at Mount Buzhou, my heart has been restless. I'm afraid there may be something unusual here."

Hou Yan and Yang Jian had already left the cave. Yang Jian's breakthrough had undoubtedly given the two of them a great boost, providing solid assurance for their journey ahead.

Yang Jian's gaze shifted at Hou Yan's words. Mount Buzhou had been destroyed because of the Witch-Demon War.

Moreover, Hou Yan possessed the bloodline of the Great Witch Hou Yi. Could it be that Hou Yan had received a summons from Ancestor Hou Yi?

A thought stirred in Yang Jian's heart, and he immediately looked at Hou Yan. "Brother Yan, I think this may be related to the Witch Clan bloodline within you. Perhaps this is an opportunity meant for you!"

Opportunity!

Hou Yan's eyes nearly went straight at those words. Yang Jian's rapid progress had already put immense pressure on him.

And now, what he needed most to improve was an opportunity. Perhaps he could use this chance to break through in one fell swoop!

"But although this feeling exists in my heart, there's no clear direction. We can't possibly keep searching on luck alone, can we?"

Yang Jian found himself at a loss as well and immediately began to ponder.

Suddenly, the scene of his first visit to the Scripture Pavilion surfaced in his mind.

"Brother Yan, my master once told me not to look only at what lies on the surface. At all times, one must learn to feel with the heart. Perhaps we shouldn't search aimlessly, but use our hearts to obtain this clue!"

The heart!

Hou Yan's eyes flickered. As a member of the Witch Clan, he had always relied on his physical body. Thus, when Yang Jian proposed this method of using the heart, it was as though a great door had suddenly been thrown open before him.

"This truly is a good method. I'll give it a try!"

Hou Yan did not hesitate. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, while Yang Jian stood beside him to stand guard.

"Found it!"

Hou Yan abruptly opened his eyes, unable to conceal his excitement.

"Brother Yang, your master truly is an extraordinary man. If I ever have the chance, I must pay him a visit!"

Hou Yan praised him aloud, but his body had already moved in the direction he had found.

Yang Jian did not find this surprising. He had long understood Chen Changsheng's unfathomable depth. No matter when it was, he would never think there was anything wrong with his master's words.

Following the direction Hou Yan had discovered, the two soon arrived before a cliff.

"It's here!"

Hou Yan pointed at the cliff ahead and spoke softly.

Here!

Yang Jian was stunned. All he could see was a sheer cliff face—not even a cave in sight. There was simply no way any treasure could exist here!

Hou Yan smiled lightly and bit his finger open in one motion. At once, a drop of blood flew out.

The moment the blood touched the cliff, a flash of brilliant light lit up.

Yang Jian closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a massive cave had appeared ahead of them.

"There is an array set up here by my ancestor. Only those with Witch Clan bloodlines can open it!"

Hou Yan explained briefly, then entered the cave together with Yang Jian.

With the array broken, the spiritual energy within gradually began to spill out.

As Yang Jian sensed the spiritual energy inside the cave, he was deeply astonished.

He had never expected such a treasured place to exist here. Had Hou Yan not led him here, he would never have discovered anything unusual even if he searched until his head split open.

The two proceeded deeper inside. When they reached the very end, both of them were stunned.

At the deepest point of the cave, a great bow quietly floated in the air.

And the spiritual energy that made one's heart tremble was all emanating from this great bow before them.

"This is—!"

Yang Jian cried out. Such a spiritual treasure was likely of a quality far beyond even his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd.

As for Hou Yan, he directly felt a sense of intimacy rising from the depths of his bloodline.

At the same time, a memory from the ancient Witch Clan slowly emerged in his mind.

"This is Ancestor Hou Yi's Sun-Shooting Divine Bow!"

Hou Yan cried out, and Yang Jian's body shook. The Sun-Shooting Divine Bow—this was the magical treasure of the Great Witch Hou Yi from back then.

It was said that Ancestor Hou Yi had used this divine bow to shoot down nine suns.

One could say that Hou Yi's overwhelming strength was inseparably tied to this divine bow.

For Hou Yan, such a spiritual treasure was practically a magical treasure tailored to fit him perfectly.

Furthermore, Hou Yan carried Hou Yi's bloodline. Without question, the obstacles he would face in refining this magical treasure would be far fewer.

"Congratulations, Brother Yan!"

Yang Jian saluted him. Such a spiritual treasure could indeed be called Hou Yan's great opportunity. As Hou Yan's companion, he naturally had to offer his heartfelt congratulations.

Hou Yan smiled. "It was all thanks to Brother Yang's reminder. Otherwise, I truly could never have found this spiritual treasure!"