Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiao Sisters Become Personal Disciples

Qiongxiao, standing nearby, was terrified when she saw Tongtian's expression.

She cautiously edged closer to Nan Ji. "Senior Brother Nan Ji, is Master... all right?"

Nan Ji could have guessed what Tongtian was going through even with his knees.

After all, only Qiongxiao could make Hongjun act like that.

Just when Nan Ji thought Qiongxiao might restrain herself a little, she unexpectedly asked in all seriousness, "Senior Brother, Ancestor Master... wouldn't hurt Master, would he?"

Pfft...

Tongtian was clearly being mocked by Hongjun, but Nan Ji could not bring himself to say it.

Not only was it for Tongtian's dignity, but it was also best not to discuss Ancestor Master Hongjun too much.

Just as Nan Ji was about to say something, Qiongxiao suddenly dropped to her knees and shouted, "Ancestor Master... Grandfather, are you there?"

Without realizing it, Qiongxiao had cried out the longing buried deep in her heart.

As Qiongxiao called out, the jade pendant's glow suddenly weakened. After pausing for a moment, it turned into a streak of light and flew back into Qiongxiao's hand.

Tongtian, meanwhile, seemed lost in thought. He opened his mouth, but in the end only said, "Go with Little Nan Ji and bring Gongming, Yunxiao, and Bixiao here."

"Okay, okay!"

Only after watching the two leave Biyu Palace did Tongtian slowly emerge from that long-forgotten shadow.

He would rather debate the Dao with his second brother Yuanshi for a hundred years.

His master Hongjun was truly a terrible headache. Listening to his lectures made his heart feel as if it were riding a roller coaster, constantly on the verge of leaving his body.

Of course, Hongjun had merely left behind a trace of voice transmission in the jade pendant.

Thus, Tongtian's five senses had not been sealed, and Qiongxiao's voice naturally reached his ears as well.

Originally, Hongjun had been rambling on without end, but after Qiongxiao cried those words, Tongtian clearly sensed that the voice transmission was consciously weakening.

Hongjun finally got to the point: take Qiongxiao as a personal disciple and protect her as best as possible.

After Hongjun left, Tongtian could only follow his master's instructions and accept Qiongxiao as his disciple.

But Tongtian was also someone who valued relationships deeply.

Qiongxiao was the youngest. If she alone became a personal disciple, how would her brother and sisters get along with her in the future?

Since taking one was the same as taking four, Tongtian decided to accept all four as personal disciples.

By the time Tongtian came back to his senses, Nan Ji had already brought the others to Biyu Palace.

Tongtian sighed. After thinking for a long time, he finally came up with an excuse. "The Heavenly Dao has forty-nine, yet leaves behind the one that escapes. Today, I shall accept you as my personal disciples."

Upon hearing this, the four disciples all revealed delighted expressions, except Qiongxiao.

Unlike the Seven Attendant Immortals, they had struggled through the Great Desolation for so many years. Being able to enter the Three Pure Ones' school had already been an immense blessing, yet they had unexpectedly become the personal disciples of Tongtian, the Supreme Pure One.

Qiongxiao seemed to understand something and quietly clasped the now-dull jade pendant in her hand.

"Thank you, Master."

Thus, Tongtian accepted Zhao Gongming as his first personal disciple, Yunxiao as his second personal disciple, Bixiao as his third personal disciple, and Qiongxiao as his fourth personal disciple.

Seeing this, Nan Ji immediately felt relieved.

Compared with what had happened in his previous life, the first personal disciple Duobao had joined the Western Sect, while Zhao Gongming had never betrayed the sect even unto death.

Whenever the Interception Sect's disciples faced trouble, Zhao Gongming had stepped forward to help without hesitation.

At the very least, in Nan Ji's view, Zhao Gongming might be more suited to be the eldest senior brother than Duobao in certain respects.

What Nan Ji had not expected, however, was that these altered minor circumstances had actually come from Hongjun's hand.

Next, Tongtian taught the four disciples the Supreme Pure One cultivation method he had deduced from the Three Pure Ones Primordial Scripture, then personally expounded the Dao to each of them to make up for their past shortcomings.

Seeing Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiao Sisters gradually settle into the lesson, Nan Ji lost interest in listening further.

He turned and walked out of Biyu Palace, but the instant he stepped outside, Nan Ji suddenly felt his eyelid twitch ominously.

"This... must just be an illusion."

"Go quickly to the rear hall of your Changsheng Hall."

Before Nan Ji could finish comforting himself, Laozi's voice transmission unexpectedly rang in his ears.

This...

Could Ancestor Master be stirring up trouble again?

Thinking this, Nan Ji no longer worried about Hongjun and flashed straight into the rear hall.

Looking around, he was relieved to see that Hongjun's statue was still properly placed atop the offering table.

Yet the sight before him made the veins on Nan Ji's forehead bulge.

"You little bastards!"

Before the Dao Ancestor's offering table, seven living beings were drinking and making merry.

The wine they were drinking was precisely the brew the Twelve Ancestor Witches had made for Nan Ji.

Nan Ji had originally offered it to Ancestor Master Hongjun so that Hongjun would not complain again that he only knew how to burn incense. He had never expected Tongtian's boys to drink it instead.

Their cultivation was not high to begin with, and they were immediately numbed by the Wine Crystal.

When Nan Ji saw even the incense burner overturned on the ground, how could he possibly endure it any longer?

"Rise!"

As Nan Ji formed hand seals, the doors of the entire Changsheng Hall slammed shut, and the hall rose from the ground with a thunderous rumble.

The Changsheng Hall, originally an acquired merit supreme treasure, no longer concealed its nature as such. Golden light immediately illuminated Eight Sceneries Palace, Jade Void Palace, and Biyu Palace until they gleamed brilliantly.

This scene naturally alarmed Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian.

Tongtian in particular swept his divine sense toward Changsheng Hall, only to discover that he could not probe inside at all.

"Continue your enlightenment for now. Your master will return shortly."

After saying this to Zhao Gongming and the Three Xiao Sisters, Tongtian flashed away and arrived at Jade Void Palace.

"Second Brother, what happened to Little Nan Ji?"

Tongtian asked in confusion. In his mind, Nan Ji had always been far calmer than him.

Yuanshi glared at Tongtian and said, "What else could it be? Your seven boys stole the wine Nan Ji offered to Master and even knocked over Master's jade incense burner."

When Tongtian heard this, his own seven boys left him so shocked that he could not speak. His hair practically stood on end with rage. "This..."

"Tongtian, since this happened in Changsheng Hall, leave it to Nan Ji. Do not act rashly." Laozi appeared in Jade Void Palace as his voice sounded.

Yuanshi also feared Tongtian would act impulsively, so he threatened, "If you dare lay a hand on Nan Ji, I will dare lay a hand on you."

But Tongtian anxiously shouted, "Little Nan Ji is too disloyal! Why didn't he call me along to discipline them?"

Laozi and Yuanshi: ...

But Nan Ji truly was furious.

Long-Eared Rabbit and the others seemed not to have noticed the approaching danger at all. The white elephant instead raised his elephant face and said, "Oh, isn't this Senior Brother Nan Ji? Come, have a drink with us."

Even Long-Eared Rabbit held a cup, his face intoxicated as he said, "Wonderful, absolutely wonderful—the Law of Earth."

"Haha, you... you Nan Ji have always looked down on us. We only seek the Dao and Daoist methods. What is wrong with that?" Green Mane Lion said.

"Since he does not welcome us, then we shall proclaim ourselves immortals!"

With Jinmaohou's suggestion, all seven boys, dazed and muddled, immediately gave themselves names.

"I am Wuyunxian!"

"I am Jinguangxian!"

"I am Chang'er Dingguangxian!"

The seven named themselves in one smooth breath, the words spilling from their mouths without pause.

Seeing this, Nan Ji could no longer hold himself back.