How Could That Be

Queen Mother of the West's appearance caused all the immortals and gods to lower their heads in respect.

After all, whether in cultivation or status, Queen Mother of the West far surpassed them.

Strictly speaking, even the elders of their own families would have to address her as fellow Daoist, or perhaps even senior.

Naturally, the saints were an exception. Although Queen Mother of the West's origins and status were enough to place her on equal footing with the Three Pure Ones and the like,

her cultivation was what it was. Even if the Three Pure Ones dared to call her fellow Daoist, Queen Mother of the West would not dare accept it.

Aside from the leaders of the major factions, Lei Zhenzi, a third-generation disciple of the Chan Teaching, could also be considered somewhat renowned.

He spread his Wings of Wind and Thunder, his golden staff wrapped in the power of wind and lightning. His furious roar boomed like thunder as he confronted Xiaotian's low growl from afar.

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow at the sight.

He reached out and soothed Xiaotian. "Xiaotian, why get angry? Some people only dare roar at you!"

"Pfft—"

Bi Xiao, standing behind Jin Ling, could not hold it in and immediately snickered.

That laugh even dispelled much of the pent-up resentment in the hearts of the Shang Dynasty cultivators.

They all burst into laughter.

"Brother Yang, you're absolutely right. That Lei Zhenzi only dares bully Xiaotian!"

"Exactly. Looks like the Chan Teaching is nothing special after all. As their most outstanding third-generation disciple, I thought he would be some great hero. Who knew he would be so indescribable? One was captured by Brother Yang, while the other only dared howl at Xiaotian beside him. And they call themselves disciples of saints? If I