A Primordial Zenith Dragon Clan Startles Hongjun

After Ao Yue successfully broke through, Yun Ting released him from the Chaos Bead space and said, "Brother Ao Yue, this Nine Dragon Incense Carriage..."

Ao Yue burst into laughter. "The Nine Dragon Incense Carriage—take it. From now on, if anything comes up, just say the word, brother. Whenever you're fighting the Wu Clan or Mount Sumeru, call for me anytime. Other than taking on Hongjun, I'll back you up in a fight against anyone."

Yun Ting nodded. "Alright, then it's settled. I happen to have an idea, but I'm short on some martial support..." As he spoke, Yun Ting took out the Treasure-Dropping Golden Coin and explained his idea of using merit as currency. He wanted to establish a bank responsible for two kinds of transactions: monetary ones and martial-force ones. He planned to have Ao Yue handle the martial-force side—whenever someone came looking to hire thugs, they would take the job, then split the profits seventy-thirty. Ao Yue agreed as soon as he heard it, thinking, My Dragon Clan loves fighting to begin with. If we can earn merit from fighting and erase the Karma of the Dragon Clan's descendants, this is worth doing.

Seeing Ao Yue agree, Yun Ting said, "In some time, when I establish the Primordial Wilderness Bank, I'll have to ask Brother Ao Yue to hold the fort."

Ao Yue nodded. "Easy, easy. Oh, right... I hear that becoming a Sage requires Primordial Violet Qi. Well, if you need it, I can help you ambush and kill Hong Yun to seize that strand of Primordial Violet Qi. After all, the Dao Ancestor once said that whether one could obtain the final strand of Primordial Violet Qi depended entirely on one's own fate."

Yun Ting shook his head. "I will naturally walk the path of the Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal as well. After all, I don't want to be bound." With that, Yun Ting left with the Nine Dragon Incense Carriage.

Watching Yun Ting's departing figure, Azure Dragon said, "Great Crown Prince, this young friend Yun Ting is quite interesting. He can only be a friend, never an enemy. If he encounters trouble, it would be best to lend him a hand."

Ao Yue laughed heartily. "Naturally. How could the Nine Dragon Incense Carriage alone settle the karma of a Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal... If we do not become friends, we can only kill him. But then my Dragon Clan would make bitter enemies of the Three Pure Ones and the Demon Race at once... Such karma must not be formed carelessly."

As for Yun Ting, he had already returned to Mount Kunlun. Inside Yuqing Palace, Yuanshi looked at the Nine Dragon Incense Carriage before him and laughed loudly. "Ting'er, you handled this matter well... Oh, right, your father seems to have become addicted to taking disciples lately. You should talk him out of it. Those disciples of his carry quite a bit of Karma; they're a complete mess."

Yun Ting said, "Second Uncle, I know... To say nothing else, that brat Ling Ya having plenty of Karma would be one thing, but the sight of his mouthful of yellow teeth gives me a headache. I almost want to pin him down and scrub them. And that Long-Eared Rabbit keeps producing litters upon litters of rabbits. Shangqing Peak is nearly overrun by rabbits. If he pushes me too far, I'll Roast every last one of them..."

Hearing that Yun Ting was also annoyed by some of the Outer Sect Disciples, Yuanshi's eyes lit up. "Then go manage your father... That fellow takes in so many random disciples every day. In the future, they may well affect his own fortune..."

Yun Ting smiled awkwardly. "Second Uncle, there's only fathers teaching their sons—how can a son lecture his father?... You're asking me to interfere with Father taking disciples. I wouldn't dare. What if he beats me up..."

Yuanshi laughed loudly. "Fine. Just keep an eye on things normally, and don't let your father run wild. If he wants to beat you, come to Yuqing Palace. Your Second Uncle will protect you... Oh, and keep watch over your father's disciples. Tell them to eat less bloody food and taint themselves with less Sha Qi, lest they damage the fortune of the Shangqing lineage."

Yun Ting nodded and departed. Before long, inside Shangqing Palace, Yun Ting said, "Father, you aren't properly studying the path to becoming a Sage, yet you still have the leisure to drink tea?" As he spoke, he directly picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup, and drank it. The moment it went down, his Primordial Spirit became clear and lucid. "Father, isn't this Second Uncle's Dao-Enlightenment Tea? Where did you steal it from?"

Tong Tian's face turned Black Plus as he snapped irritably, "What stealing? When your Second Uncle was in seclusion, I went into seclusion too and took it along the way. Can something between blood brothers be called stealing?... Enough, kid, stop talking nonsense. You say your father isn't studying the path to becoming a Sage—do you think that thing is so easy to study? Could it be that you know where your father's path to Sainthood lies?"

"Ding! Task issued: Guide Tong Tian to become a Sage. Reward: Obtain trait, Son of a Sage (Red): As the only Second Generation Sage, you shall be the Primordial Wilderness Little Tyrant, one whom none dare provoke."

Inside the system space, A Certain Lady heard Tong Tian ask this and casually issued the task.

Yun Ting pondered for a moment, then said, "Father, I have an immature idea. Look, the Dao Ancestor accepted you, Eldest Uncle, and Second Uncle as Personal Disciples; Martial Uncle Nuwa is an inner sect disciple; while those two, Jieyin and Zhunti, are Outer Sect Disciples. There must surely be distinctions... Think about it carefully."

Tong Tian burst into laughter. "Ting'er, you truly are your father's lucky star. My Dao shall be achieved."

Yun Ting chuckled. "Father, it seems you've thought of it too. Yes, that's exactly it. If you establish a sect, spread branches and leaves for the Mystic Gate, widely accept disciples, and enlighten all living beings, there should be Great Merit... But, Father, do you have a supreme treasure capable of suppressing fortune?"

Tong Tian laughed loudly. "The Four Swords of Zhu Xian can naturally suppress fortune."

Yun Ting slapped his forehead. "Then your fortune definitely won't be stable... Whose family uses a killing treasure to suppress fortune? Use mine instead—the Twelve-grade Pure World White Lotus. It will be more than enough to suppress fortune. After you become a Sage, I'll have another backer too."

Tong Tian directly took the Twelve-grade Pure World White Lotus and laughed loudly. "Good. Go busy yourself. After your father establishes his sect, this treasure will still be for your use."