Primordial Era: Becoming Laozi's Disciple, I Forge Mythical Golden Elixirs

Suiren Shi paused for a moment, his eyes lighting up with joy. "No trouble, no trouble at all."

This was another human, after Luo Xuan, who had been taken as a disciple by Laozi!

Laozi smiled faintly and said, "This humble Taoist will stay on Shouyang Mountain for a few days. If any of you have problems with your cultivation, feel free to find me."

[Detected Host has refined the Six-Revolutions Profound Origin One-Qi Pill, detected as top-grade.]

[Congratulations to Host for obtaining the Low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Demon Binding Rope.]

As the system's voice faded, Luo Xuan walked out of Taiqing Palace.

He murmured to himself, "So that's how it is..."

The next moment, Luo Xuan's eyes widened slightly.

Not far away, Yuanshi and Tongtian were walking towards Luo Xuan with smiles.

However, Luo Xuan couldn't shake the feeling that their smiles held ill intentions.

Just as he was about to return to Taiqing Palace, Luo Xuan was grabbed by Yuanshi.

"Nephew Luo, we've treated you well over the years."

"Tell us, what did Big Brother say to you before he left?"

The way they looked at him was like a pair of grey wolves spotting a little white rabbit, with a hint of green light in their eyes.

Luo Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry...

Not long after, Yuanshi and Tongtian established the Heavenly Origin Sect and the Intercepting Sect, and both of them subsequently became Saints.

That aura once again shocked the great powers of the Primordial Era.

Especially the two Taoists on Mount Sumeru in the West.

Zhunti had a dejected look on his face. "Senior Brother, the Three Pure Ones have also become Saints."

Zhunti felt uneasy. Back then, among those who sat on the six futons in Zixiao Palace, only the two of them had not yet become Saints.

Jieyin was also puzzled. "It shouldn't be like this. It's been so long since Nuwa became a Saint, and now Laozi has become one. Why did the Three Pure Ones become Saints in such a short time?"

They could never have imagined that the culprit behind it all was just a small human on Kunlun Mountain...

Zhunti's face fell. "Senior Brother, what should we do?"

Jieyin gritted his teeth. "If the Three Pure Ones can preach and establish their sects to become Saints, so can we!"

"My brother and I swear to the Heavenly Dao here."

"From now on, we will establish the Western Teachings, preach in the West, and enlighten all living beings!"

"If we become Saints, we will surely guard this place and revitalize the West!"

"Rumble!"

Endless Merit descended upon the West, and all the great powers were shaken.

"Another Saint! Jieyin and Zhunti in the West have also become Saints!"

"How did they cultivate so quickly?!"

Zhen Yuanzi gazed deeply at the golden Merit in the sky.

"The heavens of the Primordial Era have changed..."

Originally, after Hongjun Dao Ancestor merged with the Heavenly Dao, and Nuwa was content with her quiet life, the strongest beings in the Primordial Era were Quasi-Saints.

But now, with so many people ascending to Sainthood, even Quasi-Saints were considered inferior.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

In the Heavenly Court, the Demon Emperor Di Jun slumped onto his throne, utterly distraught.

When the Heavenly Court was first established, Di Jun and Tai Yi had been so full of ambition.

In their eyes, the entire Primordial Era was the domain of their Demon Race.

Even when Nuwa became a Saint, they hadn't paid much attention, as Nuwa was one of their Demon Emperors.

But now, Saints were appearing one after another. Were they as common as cabbage?

There were a total of five!

Tai Yi tried to comfort him. "Big Brother, don't worry. Even if there are a few more Saints in the Primordial Era, the Demon Race occupies half of it. Surely they won't make a move against our Heavenly Court?"

Di Jun shook his head repeatedly. "Second Brother, you don't understand. It's one thing for Jieyin and Zhunti in the West, but the Three Pure Ones are the real problem..."

Luo Xuan was Laozi's first disciple. When Kunpeng had taken Luo Xuan away, he still didn't know Laozi's attitude.

Moreover, Laozi was now preaching among the Human Race!

Thinking back to the time when the Heavenly Court had marched on Shouyang Mountain, and then thinking of the Three Pure Ones, Di Jun felt as if three mountains had been placed upon his heart.

"No! We absolutely cannot sit idly by! Do any of the Demon Gods have any ideas?"

Di Jun quickly turned his gaze to Bai Ze and the others in the great hall.

Bai Ze looked left and right, and seeing no one speaking, he gently fanned his feather fan and said, "Lord Dijun, why don't we invite Empress Wa back?"

Seeing Dijun's expression turn cold, Bai Ze knew this idea was impossible and changed his tune.

"If Empress Wa is unavailable, perhaps you or Lord Donghuang could break through to Sainthood."

Only Saints could deal with Saints.

Dijun snorted coldly and said, "I know this, of course. However, in establishing the Demon Race and the Heavenly Court, we haven't found a way in."

"Perhaps, we can only achieve it by completely defeating the Witch Clan and unifying the Primordial Era."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, including Bai Ze.

For thousands of years, there had been constant friction between the Witch and Demon races.

But even now, the Demon Race had not found a method to break through the Witch Clan's physical bodies, so they were always at a disadvantage.

How could the Demon Race become the overlords of the Primordial Era?

Seeing the troubled expressions on everyone's faces, Dijun's own expression also darkened.

At this moment, Kunpeng's eyes moved, and he stepped forward.

"Lord Dijun, your subordinate has a plan. While it may not allow the Heavenly Court to have another Saint, it will greatly increase the Heavenly Court's strength, at least enough to make Laozi wary."

Dijun's eyes lit up, and he said, "Demon Master, please elaborate!"

Kunpeng smiled, looking as if he had everything under control. "The Yin and Yang were transformed from the eyes of Great God Pangu."

"If Lord Dijun were to marry the two divine maidens on the Taiyin Star..."

"The convergence of Yin and Yang will surely greatly increase the Heavenly Court's strength."

"Xihe and Changxi?" Dijun was slightly taken aback.

As a three-legged Golden Crow from the Sun Star, Dijun naturally knew of them.

As he pondered, Dijun's eyes grew brighter.

"Good!"

In just a few days, Xuan Du let out a loud shout and finally awoke from his cultivation.

The stone platform beside him had not yet been dismantled; Laozi had been sitting there the entire time.

When Xuan Du woke up, Laozi opened his eyes immediately.

Upon learning that he had been accepted as a disciple by Laozi, Xuan Du was overjoyed.

Without any hesitation, Xuan Du returned to Kunlun Mountain with Laozi.

Chapter 32: Wrong

On the pure white clouds, an elder with the demeanor of an immortal stood at the forefront.

Behind him, a young boy half-crouched, appearing quite reserved.

"Master, is this Kunlun?" Xuan Du looked down curiously.

Laozi's eyes held a hint of nostalgia. Thousands of years ago, a boy beside him had asked the same question.

Laozi subconsciously said, "This scenery may not be found in the heavens, but an earthly paradise is boundless."

Xuan Du's eyes lit up. "A good poem! It fits Kunlun so perfectly."

Laozi smiled and said, "This was said by Luo Xuan."

Speaking of Luo Xuan, Laozi looked at Kunlun, as if trying to see through it.

Three thousand years have passed, and he wondered how Luo Xuan was doing.

"Luo Xuan, is he the senior who passed down the art of alchemy thousands of years ago?"

As soon as Luo Xuan was mentioned, Xuan Du seemed to have opened a floodgate.

"The three ancestors mention Senior Luo every day."

"Back then, when Shouyang Mountain was surrounded by demons, if Senior Luo hadn't appeared, the Human Race would likely still be in a difficult situation."

"And when Senior Luo refined pills, he invoked Merit three times. The three ancestors all said it was the first time they had ever seen..."

"And also... and also..."

Xuan Du chattered on about Luo Xuan's deeds. On Shouyang Mountain, although no one had seen Luo Xuan again, his legends were everywhere.

Xuan Du's initially reserved demeanor relaxed considerably.

Laozi listened to Xuan Du's account without speaking, a faint smile flickering in his eyes.

After a while, Laozi brought Xuan Du back to Taiqing Palace.

Coincidentally, Luo Xuan was holding a jade slip at that moment. Seeing Laozi, Luo Xuan quickly put down the jade slip he was holding, not refining pills.

"Master!"