A Mere Human Race Can't Cause Chaos

Qingxian Hall

Di Xin looked at the two "briefings" before him with a strange expression. One was a bamboo slip, stating that Grand Tutor Wen Zhong had pacified the Northern Sea and was returning to the capital. He would arrive in Chaoge in three days, and Kong Xuan had also flown to the army again. The other was a silk handkerchief from Fei Zhong, reporting that Su Hu was escorting Daji and would arrive in Chaoge, also in three days.

"These two, what kind of grudge do they have! They're going to run into each other like this!"

Di Xin was full of worry, wishing he could take out the Kongtong Seal and activate the River Diagram and Luo Script imprints to divine whether the Nine-tailed Fox had eaten Wen Zhong's past life five hundred years ago.

However, remembering how Xuanyuan, the Human Emperor, had practiced swordsmanship with him for five days after he had used the Xuanyuan Sword to chop meat, Di Xin ultimately lacked the courage.

Emperor Fuxi might not have any reaction, but the other one would not allow him to waste and "insult" spiritual treasures like this, and moreover, she was the only female Saint in the Great Desolation...

"My wine pool and meat forest probably can't be built either, but..."

Di Xin looked up at the hall outside. The north wind was rising, and the thunder was silent:

"Winter is here, and it's the season for bath attendants to be busy... Why not build a bathhouse! It would be a shame not to have the bath attendant, who traveled thousands of miles to Chaoge, give me a back scrub and show off her skills? I heard someone even invented 'back scrub feeling' and 'milk baths', I don't know if they're proper or not..."

When one is well-fed and clothed... Di Xin raised his cup and drank alone, soon becoming drunk...

Long-term calculations, slow progress step by step, not even having one person to confide in, having to bear everything alone, it was indeed tiring...

Kunlun Mountain

In front of Jade Void Palace

Guang Chengzi's figure was disheveled, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His Houtian Spiritual Treasure-grade Daoist robe was already torn, and even his hair bun was slightly askew.

Chi Jingzi was even more furious. He was just waiting to see Primordial Heavenly Venerate before going to Chaoge to reclaim his magic treasure.

On the other side, Daoist Ci Hang and Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, although their faces were ashen, showed no other reaction.

--Creak!

The palace door opened, and the White Crane boy walked out from the hall. He bowed to the four of them before speaking:

"Four Martial Uncles, the Saint Master has instructed you to return to your respective mountains to reflect. The Investiture of the Gods will not begin, and you are not allowed to step outside your mountain gates."

"What!!!"

Chi Jingzi exclaimed in distress. He came back to his senses and realized what he had done, then knelt down with a thud:

"Disciple has lost his composure, please punish me, Teacher."

He was attacked and had his spiritual treasure stolen during his fight with Di Xin. He was certain that Primordial Heavenly Venerate knew about this.

However, now Primordial Heavenly Venerate had issued a decree for them to return to their mountain gates to reflect and not to leave them before the great tribulation. Wasn't this clearly setting him up?

A Houtian Spiritual Treasure! And he was ambushed again, how could he possibly let this go!

The Jade Void Palace was quiet. Guang Chengzi and the other two looked confused. Especially Guang Chengzi, he had lost his disciple this time and also the Human Race Destiny brought by the "Imperial Tutor." By rights, he should have lost the most, yet he was not so distraught.

"Junior Brother, what's wrong? Let's go down the mountain first."

Seeing that there was no sound from the Jade Void Palace for a long time, Guang Chengzi finally spoke.

"Senior Brother, that Daoist Kong Xuan is of the same generation as our Teacher, and he is not weak among the Quasi-Saints. Our four brothers were defeated by him this time, and we have not lost face. Let's go down the mountain first and not disturb Teacher's peace."

Daoist Manjushri then spoke, trying to save face for the four of them.

"You don't know, alas!"

Chi Jingzi sighed in vain: Losing the spiritual treasure bestowed by the Teacher, I have truly lost face! However, I can't let them laugh at me anymore.

"Forget it, forget it."

After the four of them descended Kunlun Mountain, Guang Chengzi waved his sleeve and released the unconscious Yin Jiao, Jin Zha, Mu Zha, and Huang Tianlu.

"Martial Brother Guang Chengzi, this child has some affinity with me, so I will take him back to train him."

Manjushri waved his hand, and Jin Zha floated in the air behind him. Manjushri bowed, and auspicious clouds rose beneath his feet as he departed.

"Esteemed Senior Brothers, Junior Brother will return to the mountain now."

"Two Senior Brothers, I will take this child with me as well."

Ci Hang glanced at Chi Jingzi again, always feeling that Chi Jingzi had something left unsaid. However, since Chi Jingzi did not say it, he did not pry. He took Mu Zha, lifted auspicious clouds, and headed towards the South Sea.

"Fine, I'll take this child."

Guang Chengzi gritted his teeth and accepted Huang Tianlu, giving Yin Hong to Chi Jingzi:

"However, you must tell me why you were so distraught today?"

Although they were all called the Twelve Golden Immortals, there were still close and distant relationships among them. For example, he was closest to Chi Jingzi.

"Alas! Senior Brother, my Water-Fire Bell was stolen!"

Seeing Manjushri and Ci Hang leave, Chi Jingzi no longer hid anything from Guang Chengzi. In a few words, he explained most of the matter with a pained expression.

"Now that the four of us are confined by the Teacher, I really can't swallow this! Tell me, what exactly is our Teacher..."

"Shut up! Teacher has his own decisions. How can you speculate about the Saint's will so carelessly? Does the Teacher want to harm us!"

Guang Chengzi saw Chi Jingzi's anger rising and his careless words. With one sentence, he made Chi Jingzi swallow all his complaints!

"For this great tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, Teacher has already planned much for us. You should cultivate peacefully in your cave dwelling and stop thinking about getting back the spiritual treasure!"

Junior Brother, in this great tribulation, it is enough for us to cut off the three corpses by following the plan step by step. Do not seek trivial gains and disrupt the Teacher's hard work! Otherwise...

Alas! It is both destiny and tribulation!

"I'm returning to the mountain."

Chi Jingzi sighed, but did not reveal his plans to Guang Chengzi:

It's best not to involve my senior brother. Alas!

"Cultivate with peace of mind. Our Great Dao is within reach now, so don't do anything rash."

Guang Chengzi's words were full of implication. He didn't care if Chi Jingzi understood or not, and took Huang Tianlu with him, riding a auspicious cloud.

He had to take another disciple for the tribulation-crossing method passed down by Primordial Heavenly Venerate...

Seeing Guang Chengzi leave, Chi Jingzi turned back and glanced at the Jade Void Palace on the mountaintop. He also rode a cloud to depart, but his direction was eastward, while his cave abode was south of Kunlun Mountain...

Within the Jade Void Palace, purple energy permeated, the Great Dao surged, heavenly flowers bloomed in competition, and golden lotuses blossomed in abundance. A celestial scene, nothing more beautiful than this.

"I've made my junior brother laugh."

As Primordial Heavenly Venerate spoke, heavenly flowers fell, crushing the golden lotuses, rooting themselves in the earth, and blooming with myriad splendors.

"That Kong Xuan is the son of the Phoenix Ancestor. He's hiding among the Human Race, using their destiny to conceal the Phoenix Race's karma. To cultivate to such a realm, he indeed has good talent."

Jieyin's eyes opened slightly, and golden light surged throughout the hall. The golden lotuses were reborn, but they did not compete with the heavenly flowers. Instead, they rooted themselves in the gaps between the flowers, coexisting peacefully.

"He has quite a bit of karmic connection with my Western sect."

"No rush, no rush. The mere Human Race can't cause too much chaos."

When it came to transferring karma, the Western sect certainly had its specializations