Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for Old Ancestor Hongjun's final sermon.
"Golden Horn, Silver Horn!"
"Xiao Yue!"
"Watch over Eight Views Palace!"
Taiqing rode the Kui Ox, with Shi Yu following close behind as they flew out of Kunlun Mountain.
"Eldest Brother, Second Brother, why are you two so slow every time?"
Tongtian had already been waiting there for quite some time, riding the Kui Ox with Duobao behind him.
"Since everyone's here, let's go!"
Yuanshi drove the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage, with Guang Chengzi following behind. The Sanqing gathered together and flew beyond the Thirty-Six Heavens.
The three members of Sanqing led the way, while Shi Yu followed behind with Guang Chengzi and Duobao.
"Senior Brother, how much longer do you think it'll take?"
"Yeah, I didn't expect Zixiao Palace to be this far away!"
This was Guang Chengzi and Duobao's first trip to Zixiao Palace, and the journey from Kunlun Mountain to the Primal Chaos was extremely long.
"I figure we're almost there!"
Shi Yu stroked his chin. Suddenly, he thought of an idea and waved his hand, changing into a different outfit.
"By the way! Don't I look pitiful like this?"
Shi Yu had wrapped a white cloth around his head and was leaning on a cane in his right hand. He limped along, putting on an utterly miserable expression.
Guang Chengzi and Duobao exchanged a glance. Although they had no idea what was going on, they played along and asked, "Senior Brother Shi Yu, what are you doing?"
Shi Yu chuckled and lowered his voice. "You'll know when we reach Zixiao Palace..."
"What is my Grand-disciple up to now?"
Tongtian laughed. That boy's head was full of strange schemes all day long. Who knew what he planned to do today?
"Hahaha, he probably has his own plans. We don't need to bother with him." Yuanshi glanced at Shi Yu behind them as he spoke.
Before long, everyone arrived outside Zixiao Palace.
Many immortals were already waiting outside Zixiao Palace. When they saw Sanqing arrive, they all bowed in greeting.
"You two, come with me. I'll introduce you to everyone. When you travel through the Primordial World in the future, having one more Martial Uncle means having one more path."
"Then we'll trouble you, Senior Brother!" x 2
Shi Yu limped among the crowd, his eyes darting around as he searched for his "Martial Uncles."
"Little Yu Zi?"
"What are you doing? What's with that outfit?"
A clear, melodious voice rang out. It was Martial Aunt Nuwa. Shi Yu quickened his pace and limped over.
"Martial Aunt, don't ask. It's a secret!"
Nuwa rolled her eyes. This Grand-disciple was keeping her in suspense again. She reached out and accurately grabbed Shi Yu's ear.
"Ow, ow, ow..."
"Are you going to talk, Little Yu Zi?"
A sharp pain shot through his ear, and Shi Yu hurriedly cried out, "I'll talk, I'll talk!"
Nuwa released him and looked at him with a half-smile. "Little Yu Zi, if you'd been this obedient from the start, why would your Martial Aunt have pinched your ear?"
Shi Yu said softly, "Martial Aunt, there's a great deal of meaning behind this outfit of mine!"
Nuwa could not help smiling. She lightly tapped his head. "You little white crane, what kind of medicine are you selling in that gourd?"
"Hehe, you'll know in a moment, Martial Aunt..."
"Right!"
"Where's Martial Uncle Fuxi? Why haven't I seen him?"
"My brother went to brush off Tai Yi and Di Jun. Those two refuse to give up and keep inviting us to join the Demon Court. I'm not interested~"
Nuwa curled her lips. What Demon Court? How could it be more comfortable than staying on Mount Buzhou? Staying at home on Mount Buzhou was the best!
"There's one more thing, Martial Aunt Nuwa. These two are disciples accepted by my Second Martial Uncle and Third Martial Uncle!"
"I'm bringing them around to meet everyone!"
"Greetings, Martial Aunt Nuwa. I'm Guang Chengzi!"
"Greetings, Martial Aunt Nuwa. I'm Duobao!"
Guang Chengzi and Duobao solemnly bowed to Nuwa.
"Mm-hmm! You two nephews."
Nuwa nodded. At a glance, these two clearly looked no fun at all. They were nowhere near as interesting as Shi Yu~
"Well then, Martial Aunt Nuwa, I still have to take them around to meet everyone else. We'll be going now~"
Shi Yu leaned on his cane and limped away with Guang Chengzi and Duobao. Watching his comical appearance, Nuwa covered her mouth and laughed softly.
In a corner, Shi Yu spotted the solitary Ancestor Houtu. He waved to her.
"Martial Aunt Houtu, why are you alone?"
"Where are the other Ancestral Witches? Didn't they come?"
Faced with Shi Yu's confusion, Ancestor Houtu gently shook her head and said softly, "The conflict between the Demon Tribe and our Witch Tribe has intensified recently. The other Ancestral Witches are guarding our ancestral land, so I came alone."
"Hahaha, but you, Little Yu Zi—what's with that outfit?"
Seeing Shi Yu like this, Houtu found it rather amusing and let out a bell-like laugh.
"Hey~"
"Martial Aunt Houtu, you'll know in a moment!"
Shi Yu waved his hand, then gestured for Guang Chengzi and Duobao to step forward and meet their Martial Aunt.
"Greetings, Martial Aunt. I'm Guang Chengzi!"
"Greetings, Martial Aunt. I'm Duobao!"
Next, Shi Yu took them to meet Zhunti and Jieyin, Ancestor Hong Yun, Zhen Yuanzi, Ancestor Minghe, and many other mighty figures.
"I never expected it, Senior Brother. You actually have such good relationships with all these Martial Uncles. It's truly enviable!" Guang Chengzi said.
"Indeed. Only after seeing them today did I realize there were so many mighty figures in the Primordial World. I was too narrow-minded before!" Duobao said, the competitive spirit in his heart igniting.
"You two will represent your Second Martial Uncle and Third Martial Uncle in the future. When traveling through the Primordial World, you absolutely must not make them lose face." Shi Yu offered them some advice. "Especially you, Guang Chengzi. My Second Martial Uncle cares most about his reputation. He's rigid and serious, so you need to be careful—especially when it comes to keeping your disciples in line!"
"Don't let conflicts between your disciples ruin the friendship between your masters and Martial Uncles. If I find out, I won't let it slide!"
Hearing this, Guang Chengzi nodded heavily. He had taken the lesson to heart. As expected of the senior disciple who had spent the longest time by the side of the three, Senior Brother truly knew a great deal.
"And you, Duobao, your burden is the heaviest. My Third Martial Uncle values loyalty, but he's also prone to acting on impulse and becoming conceited."
"As his disciple, you must keep an eye on your master and all your junior brothers and sisters." Shi Yu heavily patted Duobao on the shoulder.
"Ah!"
"Understood, Senior Brother. If I can't handle it, I hope you can help me out..."
Duobao let out a long sigh. Why did he feel like his pressure was so immense?
He had to keep all his junior brothers and sisters in line while watching over his master. The pressure was crushing.
"In the future, the lineage of Third Martial Uncle Shangqing will depend on you!"
Shi Yu nodded. In the future, the Interception Sect would have ten thousand immortals paying homage, and such a large group would be difficult to manage. There was no harm in helping Duobao out.
"Fellow Martial Brothers!"
"Please enter!"
Two bright-eyed, fair-toothed Attendants appeared outside the gates of Zixiao Palace. With a wave of their hands, the enormous gates slowly opened.
The various mighty figures flew into Zixiao Palace. But when it was Shi Yu's turn, Haotian and Yaochi stopped him.
"Grand-disciple, you're on Old Master's blacklist for Zixiao Palace. We can't let you in!"
"That's right, Grand-disciple. Old Master said so after his first sermon!"
Looking at Haotian and Yaochi blocking his path, Shi Yu remained completely calm. He put on a mournful expression and said, "Two little Martial Uncles, take another careful look at me. I'm terribly miserable. I was bullied by a Demon Tribe Demon Sage despite being a junior, and there isn't a single part of me that's uninjured..."
Haotian and Yaochi looked confused as they examined Shi Yu. This Grand-disciple did indeed seem rather miserable...
Shi Yu continued, "Please take pity on me. Besides, this sermon by Grand Martial Uncle is of extraordinary significance. Wouldn't stopping me from entering mean missing a great opportunity?"
"So please trouble yourselves to inform Grand Martial Uncle. Just tell him that his eldest Grand-disciple knows his mistake..."
With that, two streaks of light flew into Haotian and Yaochi's hands. They were none other than a large gourd of pills specially refined by Shi Yu.
It was hard to refuse a gift, and once they had eaten Shi Yu's pills, neither could bring themselves to turn him away. Since they had accepted his medicine, they might as well reluctantly report the matter for him.
Yaochi and Haotian flew into Zixiao Palace. A moment later, they returned with a response.
"Come in, Grand-disciple!"
"Old Master has agreed!"
The sermon was about to begin. All the immortals sat upright, waiting to hear the Saint preach.
Shi Yu quietly moved over and sat beside Taiqing, deliberately maintaining his limping posture to draw everyone's attention.
"Disciple, aren't you going to tell me what you're planning?"
Shi Yu smiled mysteriously. "It'll be useful. You'll know once Grand Martial Uncle finishes his sermon!"
At that moment, the bell of Zixiao Palace rang. Old Ancestor Hongjun sat high atop the Cloud Bed, his gaze sweeping over everyone.
When his eyes fell upon Shi Yu, who had a white cloth wrapped around his head and a cane beside him, a trace of surprise appeared on Hongjun's normally unruffled face, and the corners of his mouth curved into a faint smile.
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