The Dim-Witted Fifth Generation

The Dim-Witted Fifth Generation

Do Bao listened to Tongtian's words in delighted surprise. "Master, does that mean your cultivation is now among the very pinnacle of all Saints?"

"Of course! Your master can now be called invincible!"

Wasn't Tongtian just a born jinx?

The moment those words left his mouth, Wang Yuan, who had reached the doorway, heard them. Wearing a dark expression, Wang Yuan strode inside. "What are you talking about? You just broke through to the Qi Induction Stage, and you already dare call yourself invincible under heaven?"

Tongtian shrank his neck, but he was still half a beat too slow. Thunk.

Wang Yuan rapped him on the head. "Great Nephew, that won't do. One must not harbor such thoughts on the path of cultivation. You need to be humble—like your Uncle here. Even now, I still haven't left the mountain."

Tongtian had indeed been feeling proud, but Wang Yuan's words sent cold sweat streaming down his back. Right—Uncle was so powerful, yet he still kept such a low profile!

What was Tongtian worth by comparison?

"Yes, Uncle's reprimand is right..."

"All right, let's go. To celebrate the Wang Family's first person to reach the Qi Induction Stage, let's roast some meat!"

The immortal mountain covered a vast area. By the pool, Wang Yuan set up a small brazier, lit the charcoal, and placed skewers of meat beside it.

Not to mention Saints like Tongtian—even a quasi-Saint like Do Bao no longer craved the pleasures of the palate.

Unless... the meat was simply too damn incredible.

"Master, this meat is so intense!!"

Do Bao could not endure it after a single bite. He had no idea what kind of meat it was, but the energy contained within was incomparably tyrannical, ceaselessly shattering and reconstructing his body, strengthening his physical power.

Tongtian ate as his eyes reddened. "If your master isn't mistaken, this should be a creature from the chaos. It was immensely powerful and seemed to be called the Yazi Grand Lord. This thing holds grudges over the smallest slight. Since you've eaten its meat, you're probably in for it."

One of the Three Thousand Chaos Gods!!

Just how powerful was Uncle?

He could casually eat one of the Three Thousand Chaos Gods?

And even Tongtian, at Enlightenment Third Heaven, could only manage four or five extra skewers at most. Any more, and he could not take it either. Wasn't Do Bao lying on the ground, unable to move, after just one skewer?

Uncle was still the most formidable!

Wang Yuan ate mouthful after mouthful of meat from some unknown creature while drinking wine.

The system had given him too many things, to the point that he did not even know their names. He only felt that the meat was fresh and tender.

"Great Nephew."

"Ah?? Uncle, you called for me?"

"Well, us men may be safe and sound here in the immortal mountain, but it's a bit too dull."

"Uncle is right."

Tongtian resisted the Yazi Grand Lord's power while enduring the exhilaration of body refinement. Yet Tongtian possessed a Saint's body, and his own power was simply too strong. The power within him constantly clashed with the Yazi Grand Lord's; the flesh reconstructed by the Yazi Grand Lord's power would be shattered again by his own strength.

Over and over, his body continuously grew stronger, but it was far too uncomfortable—a case of pain and pleasure entwined.

"This Investiture Calamity is at its most interesting now... It would be fun if I could make those people of the Jie Sect listen to me."

Tongtian cried out inwardly, Sure, sure! With a single command from me, who would dare not listen?

But he could not say it aloud.

"Um, Uncle, while traveling outside, I once met someone. He said he was from the Jie Sect."

Wang Yuan's eyes lit up. "You know one?? Which generation of disciple? Fourth Generation or Fifth Generation?? You... Great Nephew, can you bring him here??"

Fourth Generation or Fifth Generation??

Tongtian could not even remember all the Third Generation Disciples of the Jie Sect, much less those of the Fourth or Fifth Generation. But when he thought of the identity he had assumed...

"Mm... Fifth Generation!"

Wang Yuan nodded. "Fifth Generation will do. That's good enough."

He secretly calculated that even a Fifth Generation Disciple would work. If the butterfly effect was set in motion properly, the overall course of the Investiture Calamity could still be changed!

"Huh? Little Mouse, why aren't you eating anymore?"

Wang Yuan noticed Do Bao lying motionless on the ground, cold sweat beading on his head.

"Grandpa... I can't take it anymore. This meat is too tyrannical!"

"Look at how little promise you have. If you won't eat it, I will!"

Wang Yuan stuffed roasted meat into his mouth in great bites.

"Tomorrow, you go out and bring your Jie Sect friend here. Your Uncle would like to get acquainted with him."

"Yes..."

A Fifth Generation Disciple—his own disciple's disciple's disciple—and he still had to bring him over. Tongtian nearly wanted to slap himself. Why hadn't he said Third Generation?

The next day, Tongtian and Do Bao departed.

Golden Turtle Island was equally lifeless at the moment. Most members of the Jie Sect came from the demon clans; their natures were innocent, they loved activity and hated stillness. With the island suddenly sealed off, they were nearly bored to death.

"The Sect Leader has returned!"

"The Sect Leader has returned!"

When the news spread across Golden Turtle Island, everyone was overjoyed. Would the Sect Leader let them out to play?

"Fifth Generation Disciples, assemble in the square."

Fifth Generation?

Fifth Generation Disciples?

Were there many Fifth Generation Disciples? Yes! But not many were on Golden Turtle Island. What kind of place was Golden Turtle Island? It was where a Saint resided!

How could just any random riffraff come here?

Only those deeply favored by their elders could come, which was why there were only a little over twenty Fifth Generation Disciples on Golden Turtle Island.

Tongtian looked at the twenty-odd people before him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Do Bao said quietly, "Master, how about... we change it to the Fourth Generation?"

The Fifth Generation Disciples' cultivation was truly too shallow. Some had not even shed their original forms.

Do Bao glared. "Hey! Whose disciple are you? How dare you be so disrespectful? Why aren't you kneeling when you see the Sect Leader?"

A little white rabbit that had only just gained spiritual intelligence lay blankly on the square, staring at Tongtian. But Tongtian did not smell as nice as the grass on the ground...

Most of the others were equally crooked and ugly. Though some had gained human nature, they had yet to pass the heavenly tribulation. Their human forms were nothing more than beast heads.

Tongtian rubbed his aching temples. He pointed at random. "That one, then."

The Fifth Generation Disciple dressed in black, with an eagle's head, knelt in a daze. "Sect Leader Saint... what task do you have for this disciple? Are we going to storm Kunlun Mountain? Good, this disciple will go at once!"

With that, he was about to take flight.

Tongtian stared at him dumbfounded and muttered, "His cultivation may not be high, but there is something wrong with his head."

"Come back! You bastard!"

The Fifth Generation Disciple, who had already gone far away, knelt again. "What other instructions does the Sect Leader have?"

Tongtian's grim expression frightened the Second Generation Disciples into utter silence.

"Come with me!"

"Yes, Sect Leader."

Three days later, heavenly tribulation clouds roiled over Golden Turtle Island. But Tongtian merely waved his hand, and the tribulation dispersed. At that moment, a young man in black stood beside him. "Hong Lie."

"Yes, Sect Leader."

"Do you remember everything I told you?"

"I remember, I remember."

"Good. Come with me."

Tongtian and Do Bao brought Hong Lie to the immortal mountain once more.

"Oh, you're back? Is he the outstanding disciple of the Jie Sect?" Wang Yuan glanced at the young man in black and found that he was indeed imposing and distinguished.

"Uncle, this is the outstanding disciple of the Jie Sect—my friend, Hong Lie!"

Tongtian clearly felt Hong Lie's body tremble slightly. His legs seemed to go weak as well.

"Ahem, Hong Lie, this is my uncle..."

At the same time, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Did you forget everything I told you?!"

Wang Yuan gave an exclamation and warmly slung an arm around Hong Lie's shoulders. "Ah, ah, I've been waiting for you! Quick, come inside and sit!"

Hong Lie was startled by Wang Yuan's enthusiasm, but he still steeled himself and went inside.