Nan Ji Seeks "Good Disciple" in the East Sea

After Laozi and Yuanshi finished their worship to Hongjun, they immediately felt a sense of clarity in their spiritual consciousness.

This surprised both of them greatly.

It is known that for cultivators, if they can maintain a state of clear mind without distracting thoughts, their cultivation will advance extremely rapidly.

Laozi and Yuanshi thought of Hongjun's appearance and involuntarily shivered. They then departed one after another to begin their cultivation.

Meanwhile, in the Purple Heaven Palace.

Tongtian felt a powerful force pull him in.

When he opened his eyes again, he instinctively shouted, "What villain dares to ambush me!"

Silence...

A profound silence surrounded him...

As Tongtian's vision gradually cleared, what greeted his eyes was a massive cloud platform, followed by a daoist robe...

"Tsk, he looks quite like that old man Nan Ji worships."

Tongtian muttered to himself and continued to look further.

When he saw the person's face clearly, it was astonishing; he couldn't see the person's appearance at all.

This immediately terrified him, and he fell to the ground.

In the entire Great Desolation, only his Master, Hongjun Dao Ancestor, was like this.

Tongtian, who had fallen to the ground, looked around again, and finally, he could only remain seated on the ground.

Around that old man were Haotian and Yaochi, and the surroundings were clearly the Purple Heaven Palace.

"Mas... Master."

Tongtian said, his voice trembling.

"Oh, I can't accept that title, I can't accept that title, I am just an old man."

Hongjun looked at Tongtian, and his voice carried a familiar tone.

Hearing this familiar sarcastic tone, Tongtian was so scared that he quickly explained, "No, it's not... Master, this disciple was momentarily confused and didn't realize it was you."

"Alright, it's also this old daoist's fault. In the future, if I send something to a junior, I should inform you, Tongtian, first."

Hongjun said with a straight face, then looked at Haotian and Yaochi and said, "Look, this is this old daoist's best disciple, isn't he? Excellent."

Having received Yuanshi's "enlightenment," Tongtian thought his heart was already very strong, but facing Hongjun like this, he opened his mouth but could not refute.

Seeing that Tongtian did not answer, Hongjun continued, "Nan Ji has filial piety towards his grand-disciple, that's good. You are even more filial, knowing to help your Master test the poison."

"You were afraid I wouldn't get to eat it and would be poisoned to death."

Then, Tongtian felt a scene that was both familiar and strange.

But unlike Yuanshi, he was afraid of Hongjun. At the same time, Hongjun's sarcastic tone often made his heart fluctuate.

In this regard, if Yuanshi's "enlightenment" was like tens of thousands of bees buzzing around his ears, then Hongjun's "enlightenment" was like thousands of venomous snakes coiling around Tongtian.

On the other side, after seeing Laozi and Yuanshi begin their cultivation.

Nan Ji originally intended to go to Biyu Palace to see those seven disciples, but when he reached the entrance of Biyu Palace, Nan Ji stopped.

"Big Brother, isn't that Tongtian fellow a swindler? He's made us wait so long."

"And those other two, they clearly look down on us."

"If you ask me, why don't we just leave? Why suffer this indignity here."

Nan Ji, who had intended to go in, heard these words and immediately gave up the idea of bothering with them.

Actually, Nan Ji knew the origins of these few beings.

However, Nan Ji felt that when coming to the Great Desolation, one should experience it with their own heart, which was why he came to see them.

These seven were most likely the Seven Attendant Immortals of Sect Master Tongtian in the future.

From this group, all of them turned out to be "great talents."

For example, Chang'er Dingguangxian, who escaped during the Myriad Immortals Formation, and Lingyaxian, who took form from the White Elephant, Qiushouxian, who took form from the Lion, and Jin Guangxian, who took form from the Jinmaohou. At the end of the Investiture of the Gods, they were subdued by Puxian, Wenshu, and Cihang to become their mounts...

However, Nan Ji was not one to eavesdrop. He openly and aboveboard pushed the door open and said, "My Xuanqing Peak does not do things that force others. If you wish to leave, then leave."

The few of them were startled when Nan Ji suddenly walked in.

But it was only for a moment before they regained their usual composure.

And the hot-tempered Jinmaohou spoke, "Who are you? By what right do you speak to us."

Yellow-Tusked White Elephant also chimed in, "Yes, what does it matter to you whether we stay or go."

And Long-Eared Rabbit, who would later be known as Chang'er Dingguangxian, shrunk to the side, observing Nan Ji. Seeing that he remained silent.

Long-Eared Rabbit's eyes darted around, and then he hopped out, saying, "It's our Master who wants to take us in. You're clearly someone else's disciple, so what right do you have?"

Then, these future Seven Attendant Immortals spoke one after another.

Their words were utterly unreasonable.

At this moment, Nan Ji understood and began to deeply empathize with Yuanshi's feelings.

If they had good dispositions, Nan Ji wouldn't have minded teaching them slowly.

But if they were inherently treacherous, Nan Ji naturally wouldn't let them off easy.

Snap!

Nan Ji waved his long sleeves, and the gate of Biyu Palace was instantly shut.

The Seven Attendant Immortals were startled into a shiver.

Without another word, Nan Ji took out his Soul Slaying Staff and began to strike them.

Of course, Nan Ji knew in his heart that these scrawny, good-for-nothings were the first batch of disciples his Martial Uncle had taken a liking to.

During the beating, he didn't use the divine abilities of the Soul Slaying Staff.

But after all, they were formed from Pangu's Marrow and turbid filth, and contained a drop of Pangu's primal blood. How could they withstand it?

Thus, these beings were beaten by Nan Ji, leaping and dodging everywhere.

What good was dodging?

Nan Ji, already at the late stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal, could naturally appear beside them in an instant.

The higher they jumped, the harder he hit.

A moment later, Nan Ji, satisfied, put away the Soul Slaying Staff and walked out of Biyu Palace, clapping his hands.

"If you feel wronged, you can go complain to my Martial Uncle Tongtian when he comes out."

As Nan Ji spoke, he waved his hand and locked the palace doors of Biyu Palace.

He naturally wasn't afraid of Tongtian causing trouble, as the Seven Attendant Immortals had only suffered superficial injuries.

However, Nan Ji also knew that this was merely treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

To resolve this matter, he had to address the source.

For example, he could find Tongtian's disciples in advance, such as the Four Direct Disciples, Zhao Gongming, the Three Goddesses Xiao...

Nan Ji didn't believe that after tasting something good, his Martial Uncle Tongtian would still fancy these scrawny, good-for-nothing individuals.

With this thought, Nan Ji cupped his hands towards Jade Void Palace and Eight Sceneries Palace. "Master, Martial Uncle, I will go to the East Sea to see if I can find some disciples with good character for my Martial Uncle."

After speaking, Nan Ji saw the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda fly out from Eight Sceneries Palace.

Seeing his Senior Martial Uncle's approval, Nan Ji accepted the pagoda, transformed into his true form as a celestial crane, and flew towards the East Sea.

As Nan Ji departed, Laozi and Yuanshi both smiled with satisfaction during their cultivation.

On the other side, Tongtian was miserable.

He had concluded that when facing his Master Hongjun's "teachings," it was absolutely not advisable to speak too much.

If you didn't speak, Hongjun would just keep talking to himself.

But if you did speak, Hongjun would have even more to say.

And some questions, he had to answer.

At this moment, Tongtian intensely missed his second brother, Yuanshi.

He even began to regret whether he would have avoided all this trouble if he had agreed to go to Jade Void Palace back then.

"Do you understand what this old man is saying?"

Just as Tongtian was "forced to reflect" on himself, Hongjun Dao Ancestor's voice came from above.

"Disciple understands."

Tongtian's reply was concise.

"Hmm, my youngest direct disciple, this kind of treatment towards this old man is unique."

"Afraid this old man might get some peace, oh, how thoughtful!"

Saying this, Hongjun waved his sleeve, and Tongtian was teleported out of Purple霄 Palace.