Attending Dao at Yuanshi's Daoist Sanctuary

"Senior Disciple Brother, are you alright?"

"Yes, Senior Disciple Brother, you didn't suffer too much over these Over Two Thousand Years, did you?"

Duobao, Jin Ling, and several other disciples stepped forward to inquire.

For Over Two Thousand Years, they had not seen their Senior Disciple Brother even once, and during that time, there was not a single shred of news. If they hadn't known that their Master wouldn't resort to killing, they would have been frantic to find him.

"What could happen to me? I got whipped and lay around for a while, that's all. The rest of the time, I just stayed in my room. Boring, but nothing else!"

Xian Junyu looked utterly unconcerned.

He had been placed in seclusion, not sent to some torturous place. He simply stayed in his room. If you called it facing a wall, it really was just facing a wall—no torment whatsoever.

How was this a punishment? It was care, letting him settle his mind.

Hearing that their Senior Disciple Brother was fine, the group finally relaxed. They had to admit, their Master was quite lenient with him.

If it had been anyone else, they'd probably have been whipped and then thrown into some tormenting place. Not like their Senior Disciple Brother, who was just locked in a room.

Soon, Xian Junyu led his people in a grand procession into Second Martial Uncle's Daoist Sanctuary.

By then, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun and Xuandu had already arrived early, while Yuanshi had yet to appear.

"Nan Ji, Xuandu, greetings to Senior Disciple Brother!"

Seeing Xian Junyu approach, Nan Ji and Xuandu stepped forward to offer their respects and bows.

"No need for such formalities, two Junior Brothers!"

Xian Junyu returned the bow to these First Disciples of the two sects.

"Jin Ling, Duobao, Wu Dang, Gui Ling, greetings to Senior Disciple Brother Nan Ji and Senior Disciple Brother Xuandu!"

"No need for formalities, fellow Junior Disciple Brothers and Sisters!"

"Please, take your seats!"

The two returned the greetings to the Four Personal Disciples of the Jie Sect. As for the others, they merely nodded.

Without further words, the Jie Sect disciples sat down on the Cushions that had been prepared.

Xian Junyu then exchanged greetings with Yun Zhongzi and the Twelve Immortals of Mount Kunlun before sitting with Nan Ji and Xuandu on the three foremost Cushions.

The three Cushions were only an arm's length apart, not far from each other. Though this was the Chan Sect's territory, as the foremost Senior Disciple Brother of Mount Kunlun, Xian Junyu still occupied the middle seat.

The Three Pure Ones had not yet split their teachings, so the Chan Sect held no prejudice against him at this time.

"Senior Disciple Brother, I heard you were punished by Uncle Tongtian and confined for two thousand years. Are you seriously injured?" Xuandu asked.

Beside him, Nan Ji looked curious. He hadn't paid much attention to the Jie Sect lately and truly didn't know Xian Junyu had been punished again.

"Nothing serious. I just got lashed forty thousand times with the Thunderfire Whip..."

Xian Junyu's mouth twitched at the question.

Damn it, how did this little bit of bad news of his get out again? It had to be those two Water-Fire Daoist Children with their big mouths. Those two loose-lipped bastards—he'd deal with them sooner or later.

Back when the Jie Sect had fewer disciples, his news spread like wildfire. Now it was still the same, and he'd long suspected those two blabbermouths.

"Ah, Uncle Tongtian really went too far. Why such harshness..."

"As for the last matter, Xuandu thanks Senior Disciple Brother on behalf of the Human Race!" With that, Xuandu bowed to Xian Junyu.

His Senior Disciple Brother had been punished for the sake of the Human Race. Whether on behalf of his own people or in gratitude for his intervention, this bow was necessary.

"Junior Brother Xuandu, no need for that. I only thought of so many lives lost. Two thousand years of punishment in exchange for all those lives—worth it!"

Xian Junyu said calmly.

Yes, forty thousand lashes plus over two thousand years of facing a wall, in exchange for so many lives of the Human Race—in his eyes, it was entirely worth it.

As a child of Huaxia in his past life, this was what he ought to do. Only thus could he live up to the name of a Huaxia descendant.

"Senior Disciple Brother possesses such great compassion. This Junior Brother admires you!"

Xuandu bowed once more.

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He truly admired this Senior Disciple Brother. At the very least, he couldn't have done such a thing himself. Though he couldn't act that way, it didn't stop him from respecting his Senior Disciple Brother.

"Junior Brother, no need for such formality. Great compassion? It's just a difference in personal choice..."

Xian Junyu shook his head as he spoke.

As someone who had once been Human Race, he admitted that even if he hadn't been reborn into the Human Race in this life, he still couldn't let go of them.

Deep in his heart, he still thought of finding a way forward for the Human Race.

Nan Ji, beside him, shook his head helplessly.

If it weren't for his Master Yuanshi ordering them to save the Human Race and seek merit, he wouldn't have lifted a finger for them.

Heaven and earth were vast, but in his eyes, nothing mattered more than his own interests. The so-called great compassion was utterly laughable.

As they spoke, Yuanshi also appeared.

"The Saint has arrived!"

Following the voices of the two child attendants, Yuanshi appeared on the High Platform.

"We pay respects to the Saint!!!"

The hundred disciples rose one after another to bow, shouting their salutations.

"Rise."

"We thank the Saint!"

Yuanshi appeared, first glancing at the foremost First Disciples of the Three Teachings, then at his Twelve Immortals of Kunlun, before withdrawing his gaze. He did not spare a single look at the others.

Though he did not look at those Jie Sect disciples, he still cursed inwardly, "Hmph! A bunch of wet-born, egg-hatched, fur-clad, horned creatures, defiling my sacred Mount Kunlun!"

Since the relations among the Three Pure Ones were not yet strained, Yuanshi did not voice the insult aloud.

"Today, I shall impart the Dao to you for three hundred years. How much you comprehend depends entirely on yourselves."

With that, Yuanshi began his sermon. The Saintly Aura flowed, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, and everyone sank into closed-eyed enlightenment.

Even Xian Junyu did the same. To break through to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, he did not slack off this time. To ensure a one-hundred-percent breakthrough, he was prepared to put in his own effort.

Immersed in the Saintly Aura, three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

"This session of Dao transmission is over. Awaken."

At the word "awaken," everyone withdrew from their enlightenment and woke up. One after another, they initiated their breakthroughs, and in an instant, tribulation clouds gathered one after another over Mount Kunlun.

Clearly, those breaking through to Golden Immortal and the Taiyi Realm were not few in number.

"Scatter!"

Yuanshi looked at the tribulation clouds in the sky. With a single word, "scatter," he forcefully dispersed the clouds, helping everyone successfully break through.

As for Xian Junyu, as before, he did not immediately have the system return his cultivation.

At the same time, he was amazed by Second Martial Uncle Yuanshi's ability. To speak the law into being, even to disperse others' tribulation clouds—was this the means of a Saint? Truly formidable!

"We thank the Saint for helping us break through!!!"

Those who had broken through all bowed to thank Yuanshi.

But Yuanshi paid them no mind.

"The sermon is over. Leave quickly."

With that, Yuanshi glanced at Xian Junyu and then left without looking back.

He could tell that Xian Junyu was already on the verge of a breakthrough, merely suppressing it. If not for those wet-born, egg-hatched creatures, he would have liked to speak with Xian Junyu.

But he could not stand the sight of those fellows. As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind. He did not linger for a moment.

As for Nan Ji and Xuandu, one was at the early stage of Grand Unity Profound Immortal, the other at the middle stage. Both had clearly made considerable breakthroughs; neither was an ordinary person.

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