Saints Gather

"Zhunti, you are a Saint. How can you be so shameless!

!"

Third Holy Mother Yang Chan was so enraged by Daoist Zhunti that she laughed.

A dignified Saint was actually shamelessly trying to force someone into his teachings. And if they refused, he looked ready to use force. It was simply like... that.

"You jest, Daoist friend!"

Daoist Zhunti still wore a smile, showing no anger whatsoever. With a serious expression, he said to Third Holy Mother Yang Chan, "Your affinity with Buddhism is incomparably profound. Once you join my Western Teachings, you may become the Mother of Ten Thousand Buddhas and will surely attain the rank of Primordial Golden Immortal."

"Primordial Golden Immortal?"

Third Holy Mother Yang Chan revealed a disdainful expression.

It was merely the Emperor Realm, and only Emperor Realm First Heaven at that.

If she wished, it would not be long before she ascended to the so-called rank of Primordial Golden Immortal.

Daoist Zhunti noticed the disdain between Third Holy Mother Yang Chan's brows, which greatly puzzled him.

Countless cultivators throughout heaven and earth dreamed of attaining the rank of Primordial Golden Immortal. Why did this woman before him seem to care so little about it?

"Zhunti, move aside. Otherwise, when you lose face later, you'll become the laughingstock of every cultivator in the world!" Third Holy Mother Yang Chan shouted angrily.

"Daoist friend, you have affinity with the West. You should come west with me!"

Daoist Zhunti had already decided that Third Holy Mother Yang Chan belonged to the Western Teachings. No matter what happened today, he would not let her go. He had even decided to abandon his pursuit of that quasi-Saint Realm peacock.

"Get lost!"

Third Holy Mother Yang Chan barked angrily, raising her slender, fair hand and striking at Daoist Zhunti.