Nan Ji Beats the Seven Attendants Again; Immortal Court Elders Arrive from the East Sea

These seven names were exactly the same as those in Nan Ji's memory.

Especially Chang'er Dingguangxian. He had defected to the West at a critical moment, leading to the Interception Sect's tragic end.

Thinking of how these people had slandered him before Tongtian, then sneaked into his Changsheng Hall...

Nan Ji swung his Soul Slaying Staff at Chang'er Dingguangxian's front teeth.

"I told you not to steal wine!"

"I told you not to sow discord!"

"I told you not to smash the incense burner!"

For a time, Nan Ji, with his late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation, beat the seven attendants until they scrambled about in panic.

Nan Ji had even wanted to use the Soul Slaying Staff to corrupt the seven attendants' primordial spirits.

But he also knew that Tongtian cared deeply about appearances. For the sake of the Three Pure Ones' bond, he restrained himself and withdrew the Soul Slaying Staff's corrupting divine ability.

However, he no longer held back in terms of strength as he had last time.

Lingyaxian lost a tooth, several pieces of Wuyunxian's turtle shell were knocked off, and Qiushouxian's tail was broken by Nan Ji...

Chang'er Dingguangxian was the most miserable of all. Whether intentionally or not, Nan Ji knocked out both of his rabbit teeth.

If the wine's intoxication had left them blissfully drunk, Nan Ji's savage beating had thoroughly sobered them up.

"Spare us!"

"Spare us, Senior Brother!"

After Nan Ji had dealt with the seven attendants, they all dropped to their knees and kowtowed for mercy.

Their heads struck the floor tiles of Changsheng Hall with loud bangs, blood seeping from their foreheads.

Seeing this, Nan Ji ultimately softened.

He formed a hand seal and slowly lowered Changsheng Hall, withdrawing his supply of magical power.

Yet at that very moment, Chang'er Dingguangxian said, "Nan Ji, if you beat us to death, Master will not let you off either."

Perhaps seeing Nan Ji stop gave Chang'er Dingguangxian the courage to speak.

Hearing this, Nan Ji instinctively wanted to lift the Soul Slaying Staff and smash his rabbit head apart.

But sensing someone outside Changsheng Hall, Nan Ji put away the Soul Slaying Staff and smiled. "Fine. Then you can leave."

This...

The seven attendants immediately felt as though a great weight had been lifted. They all ran toward the hall doors.

Jinguo Xian even bared his teeth and snarled, "Just wait. Master will avenge us."

But when the seven attendants reached the hall doors, they found Tongtian's cold, grim face waiting outside.

"Master, Master."

When Chang'er Dingguangxian saw that it was Tongtian, he hurriedly dropped to his knees and pointed at his mouth, now missing two rabbit teeth. "Master, please seek justice for us."

"That Nan Ji completely disregarded the bond between the Three Pure Ones and tried to beat us to death!"

"Are Yuqing's disciples beating us? They are slapping Master's face!"

The seven attendants rushed to complain to Tongtian.

Nan Ji, however, asked meaningfully, "Little Martial Uncle, now you know what these seven wretches are like, right?"

At Nan Ji's words, Chang'er Dingguangxian immediately fell silent.

Ever since they had arrived at Xuanqing Peak on Kunlun Mountain, they had never seen Nan Ji speak with Tongtian.

But from those two lines between Nan Ji and Tongtian, Chang'er Dingguangxian keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Being skilled at reading people, he immediately felt a sense of dread.

And Tongtian's next words sent him plunging into despair.

"Little Nan Ji, lend me your Soul Slaying Staff."

Tongtian had originally thought that although they were not exceptional beings, their determination to seek the Dao was worthy of sympathy.

Now, however, it seemed these seven were inferior in origin to the Three Xiao Sisters and Zhao Gongming, yet spent every day causing trouble.

If the Dao Ancestor had not been unwilling to bicker with them, Tongtian would have had to return to Purple Cloud Palace by now.

Purple Cloud Palace was practically becoming his second home.

That was why Tongtian planned to teach them a proper lesson.

"Sure!"

Sensing Tongtian's anger, Nan Ji tossed the Soul Slaying Staff to him and headed outside Changsheng Hall.

Before leaving, he did not forget to shut the hall doors tightly.

When Nan Ji arrived at Jade Void Palace, he found Laozi and Yuanshi both there.

Yuanshi smiled and asked Nan Ji, "Feeling better now?"

Looking at Yuanshi before him, Nan Ji felt slightly moved and nodded.

The Yuanshi of the past had been extremely cold and only spoke more to those close to him.

After Laozi and Tongtian, Nan Ji was the third person Yuanshi treated this way.

Thinking of their past experiences, Nan Ji even felt that he might be the last person Yuanshi would ever treat this way...

After all, once the Dao Ancestor's next lecture ended, Yuanshi would become a saint.

At that moment, Nan Ji's nose suddenly twitched as he caught a refreshing, heart-soothing fragrance.

Laozi took out a tea set and skillfully placed tea leaves inside...

"Oh, your Enlightenment Tea Tree grew another batch of leaves. I picked them all, or it would have been a waste," Laozi said.

Hmm?

Wait, he picked them all?

Nan Ji's mouth twitched upon hearing that, and he thought, My Eldest Martial Uncle really doesn't treat himself as an outsider.

Since the tea tree would grow more leaves anyway, Nan Ji did not mind being generous.

So Nan Ji said, "As long as Eldest Martial Uncle likes it."

Just as the group was enjoying this warm moment, a voice suddenly came from outside Xuanqing Peak, shattering the pleasant tranquility.

"Immortal Court envoy Ziyang has come to pay respects to the Three Pure Ones, fellow Daoists."

"Isn't that the force East King Duke established in the East Sea? Why have they come to Kunlun?" Yuanshi asked in surprise.

Laozi's cloudy eyes gleamed sharply. He slowly set down the teacup in his hand and said, "They have not come with good intentions."

"Very well. Disciple, go and lead him here," Yuanshi instructed Nan Ji.

"Understood."

Nan Ji rose and went down Xuanqing Peak. Sure enough, he found a man and a woman standing at the foot of the mountain with displeased expressions.

The Great Desolation was in a state of chaos now, and Nan Ji did not wish to provoke further trouble. He politely said, "Greetings, Seniors. I am Nan Ji."

Before Ziyang could answer, the female cultivator beside him frowned and said, "Where are the Three Pure Ones? We have come under East King Duke's decree. Why have they not come out to receive us at once?"

This was Xuanqing Peak, after all. The female cultivator's disdainful conduct made Nan Ji uncomfortable.

Still, Nan Ji politely asked, "May I ask who you are, Senior?"

"Why so much nonsense? Just summon the Three Pure Ones," the female cultivator said, seemingly unwilling to speak further with Nan Ji.

Seeing this, Ziyang smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Nan Ji, this is an elder of our Immortal Court, Bihai Yuanjun."

After saying that, Ziyang turned to Bihai Yuanjun and said, "This young friend is the first disciple of the Three Pure Ones, Nan Ji."

In Ziyang's view, there was nothing improper about Nan Ji coming out to receive them.

But when Bihai Yuanjun heard Nan Ji's identity, she immediately reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Pointing at Nan Ji, she said, "What status do you have? Hurry and call out the Three Pure Ones."

Her words were exceedingly arrogant.

Though she called herself an Immortal Court elder, in Nan Ji's eyes, the Immortal Court was no more than a grasshopper after autumn.

Nan Ji's face darkened. "Since you two Seniors have come under a decree, then state your business."

Seeing Nan Ji's attitude, Bihai Yuanjun thought, The Three Pure Ones must also be people who know nothing of propriety.

With her hands clasped behind her back, she directly announced, "By decree of East King Duke, appointed by the Dao Ancestor as leader of the male immortals of the Great Desolation, all male immortals of the Great Desolation must go to Penglai Immortal Island in ten years to pay him homage."

"Ziyang, we still have another place to visit. The Three Pure Ones are nothing special."

Bihai Yuanjun seemed not to respect the Three Pure Ones from the depths of her heart. After speaking, she turned and left with Ziyang Zhenren.

Watching the two depart, Nan Ji wanted nothing more than to go up and give them both a couple of solid punches.

When he returned to Jade Void Palace and saw that Tongtian was there as well, Nan Ji immediately said, "I'm furious!"

Naturally, the Three Pure Ones had seen everything that happened at the foot of the mountain.

Tongtian was often very similar to Nan Ji. He, too, said angrily, "Who does East King Duke think he is, making us Three Pure Ones go pay him homage? Is he worthy?"

Yuanshi naturally did not look pleased either, though he was somewhat concerned. "If we do not go, then Master..."

Laozi smiled and poured each of the three people before him a cup of Enlightenment Tea before saying, "Nan Ji, do not be angry. Second Brother, Third Brother, just keep watching."