Senior Disciple Brother Takes You to Meet Martial Uncle

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for Old Ancestor Hongjun's final sermon.

"Golden Horn, Silver Horn!"

"Little Yueyue!"

"You two, keep an eye on the Eight Views Palace!"

Taiqing, riding his Green Ox, flew towards Kunlun Mountain with Shi Yu following closely behind.

"Eldest Brother, Second Brother, you're always so slow!"

Tongtian, riding his Kui Ox, had already been waiting here for a long time, with Duobao following behind him.

"Since we're all here, let's go!"

Yuanshi, piloting the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage, followed by Guang Chengzi, the Sanqing gathered together and flew towards the thirty-sixth heaven.

The Sanqing led the way in front, while Shi Yu, Guang Chengzi, and Duobao followed behind.

"Senior Disciple Brother, about how long until we arrive?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect Zixiao Palace to be so far away!"

Guang Chengzi and Duobao were visiting Zixiao Palace for the first time. The journey from Kunlun Mountain to Chaos was very long.

"I estimate it'll be soon!"

Shi Yu rubbed his chin, suddenly had an idea, and with a wave of his hand, changed his attire.

"Right! Do I look pitiful to you two?"

Shi Yu had a white cloth wrapped around his head and was leaning on a crutch in his right hand, walking with a limp, putting on a pitiful act.

Guang Chengzi and Duobao exchanged glances, both somewhat confused, but they played along and asked, "Senior Disciple Brother Shi Yu, what do you mean by this?"

Shi Yu chuckled and lowered his voice, "You'll know when we get to Zixiao Palace..."

"What is Senior Martial Nephew up to now?"

Tongtian chuckled. This kid was always full of tricks, and he wondered what he was planning today.

"Hahaha, he probably has his own plans! We don't need to worry about him," Yuanshi said, glancing at Shi Yu behind him.

Before long, everyone arrived outside Zixiao Palace.

Many immortals were already waiting outside Zixiao Palace. Seeing the Sanqing arrive, they all paid their respects.

"You two come with me. I'll introduce you to some people. It's always good to know more Martial Uncles when you're traveling in the Primordial World!"

"Thank you, Senior Disciple Brother!" x 2

Shi Yu limped along, blending into the crowd, his eyes darting around as he searched for his "Martial Uncles."

"Little Yu Zi?"

"What's the meaning of this? What's with the getup?"

A clear and pleasant voice rang out. It was Martial Uncle Nuwa. Shi Yu quickened his pace and hobbled over.

"Martial Uncle, please don't ask. It's a secret!"

Nuwa rolled her eyes. This Senior Martial Nephew was playing coy with her again. She reached out and accurately grabbed Shi Yu's ear.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

"Are you going to tell me or not, Little Yu Zi!"

A sharp pain shot through his ear. Shi Yu quickly cried out, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

Nuwa released his ear, looking at him with a half-smile. "Little Yu Zi, if you had been this obedient from the start, why would Martial Uncle have twisted your ear?"

Shi Yu whispered, "Martial Uncle, this disguise of mine has a lot of hidden meaning!"

Nuwa couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this, and lightly tapped his head. "You little white crane, what are you up to?"

"Hehe, you'll know soon, Martial Uncle..."

"Oh, right!"

"Where is Martial Uncle Fuxi? I don't see him."

"Brother went to placate Tai Yi and Di Jun. Those two are still pestering us to join some 'Demon Court,' and I have no interest!"

Nuwa pouted. What Demon Court? It was much more comfortable staying at Mount Buzhou. Staying at Mount Buzhou was the best!

"One more thing, Martial Uncle Nuwa. These two are disciples of my Second and Third Martial Uncles!"

"I'll introduce them to people!"

"Greetings, Martial Uncle Nuwa. I am Guang Chengzi!"

"Greetings, Martial Uncle Nuwa. I am Duobao!"

Guang Chengzi and Duobao bowed solemnly to Nuwa.

"Mm-hmm! Greetings, Martial Nephews."

Nuwa nodded. These two didn't look like much fun. They weren't as interesting as Shi Yu at all~

"Um, Martial Uncle Nuwa, I still need to take them around to meet people. I'll be going now~"

Shi Yu, leaning on a crutch, limped away with Guang Chengzi and Duobao. Seeing Shi Yu's comical appearance, Nuwa covered her face and chuckled.

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He found the Ancestor Witch Houtu alone in a corner. Shi Yu waved at her:

"Martial Uncle Houtu, why are you alone?"

"Where are the other Ancestor Witches? Didn't they come?"

Facing Shi Yu's confusion, Ancestor Witch Houtu shook her head slightly and said softly:

"Recently, the conflict between the Demon Clan and our Wu Clan has intensified. The other Ancestor Witches are guarding our ancestral land, so I came alone."

"Hahaha, what about you, Little Yu Zi, why are you dressed like that?"

Houtu couldn't help but find Shi Yu's appearance amusing and let out a silvery laugh.

"Heh~"

"Martial Uncle Houtu, you'll know soon enough!"

Shi Yu waved his hand and then signaled Guang Chengzi and Duobao to come forward and greet their martial uncle.

"Greetings, Martial Uncle. I am Guang Chengzi!"

"Greetings, Martial Uncle. I am Duobao!"

After that, Shi Yu took them to meet Zhunti, Jieyin, Old Ancestor Hong Yun, Zhen Yuanzi, and Old Ancestor Minghe, among other powerful figures.

"I never expected, Senior Disciple Brother, that you would be on such good terms with these Martial Uncles. It's truly enviable!" Guang Chengzi said.

"Yes, seeing this today, I realize how many powerful beings there are in the Primordial World. My previous understanding was too shallow!" Duobao said, his competitive spirit ignited.

"You are both the pride of our Second and Third Martial Uncles. When you travel in the Primordial World, you must never disgrace them," Shi Yu advised.

"Especially you, Guang Chengzi, my Second Martial Uncle values appearances the most. He is rigid and serious, so you must be careful, especially in disciplining your disciples!"

"Do not let the conflicts between disciples ruin the friendship between our Masters and Martial Uncles. If I find out, I will not be lenient!"

Hearing this, Guang Chengzi nodded heavily. He had learned his lesson. Senior Disciple Brother was indeed the one who had stayed by the side of the three Sages the longest, and he knew the most.

"And you, Duobao, you have the heaviest burden. My Third Martial Uncle is loyal and righteous, but he is also prone to acting on impulse and being arrogant."

"As his disciple, you must keep a close eye on your Master and your junior brothers and sisters," Shi Yu said, patting Duobao heavily on the shoulder.

"Sigh!"

"I understand, Senior Disciple Brother. If I can't handle it, I hope you can help me..."

Duobao sighed deeply. Why did he feel so much pressure?

He had to discipline his junior brothers and sisters, and also watch over his Master. The pressure was immense.

"The lineage of our Third Martial Uncle, Shangqing, will depend on you in the future!"

Shi Yu nodded. In the future, the Intercepting Sect would have ten thousand immortals paying homage. It would be difficult to lead such a large group, so it wouldn't be impossible for him to help Duobao.

"Esteemed Senior Brothers!"

"Please come in!"

Two bright-eyed and white-toothed young attendants appeared outside the gate of Zixiao Palace. With a wave of their hands, the massive gate slowly opened.

The powerful figures flew into Zixiao Palace. When it was Shi Yu's turn, he was stopped by Haotian and Yaochi.

"Senior Martial Nephew, you're on Master's blacklist for Zixiao Palace! We can't let you in!"

"That's right, Senior Martial Nephew! This is the first time Master has said this after finishing his sermon!"

Looking at Haotian and Yaochi blocking his way, Shi Yu remained calm. He put on a mournful expression and said, "My two junior martial uncles, take a closer look at my appearance. I'm dying. A Demon Saint from the Demon Clan bullied me, and I'm covered in injuries..."

Haotian and Yaochi looked confused and examined Shi Yu. This senior martial nephew did seem quite pathetic...

Shi Yu continued, "Have pity on me. Moreover, this sermon by our Grandmaster is of great significance. If you don't let me in, wouldn't that be a missed opportunity?"

"Please trouble yourselves to inform Grandmaster that his eldest grand-disciple knows his mistake..."

With that, two streams of light flew into Haotian and Yaochi's hands. They were a large gourd of specially made pills by Shi Yu.

With hands full of gifts, they reluctantly agreed to help him inform the Grandmaster.

Yaochi and Haotian flew into Zixiao Palace. After a moment, they returned with a reply:

"Come in, Senior Martial Nephew!"

"Master has agreed!"

The sermon was about to begin. All the immortals sat up straight, waiting to hear the Saint's teachings.

Shi Yu quietly approached Taiqing and sat down beside him, deliberately limping to draw attention.

"Disciple, aren't you going to tell me what you intend to do?"

Shi Yu chuckled mysteriously and said, "This all has its uses. You'll know after Master finishes his sermon!"

At this moment, the bell chimed in Zixiao Palace, and Old Ancestor Hongjun sat high on his cloud bed, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

His eyes fell upon Shi Yu, who had a white cloth wrapped around his head and a walking stick beside him. A hint of surprise flickered across Hongjun's calm, unruffled face, and the corners of his mouth curved into a slight smile.