Primordial: At the Start, Mistaking the Jade Emperor for His Son

Aside from the Jade Emperor, Taibai Jinxing had stolen all the limelight for a time, his fame soaring like a magpie taking flight.

Who would have thought that a seemingly mild-mannered old man could be so badass, so wild, cool, arrogant, and overbearing?

Lately, Taibai Jinxing had been walking with his nose pointed at the sky.

"Why has this Heavenly Court become like the Demon Race's Heavenly Court during the Witch-Demon Tribulation? So domineering?"

Some great powers muttered to themselves.

"Hmph. Jade Emperor, I will definitely settle this score with you!" Tathagata Buddha was furious beyond measure.

As for the Jade Emperor, he hummed a little tune as he brought Yang Jian down to the mortal realm, heading straight for his father, Zhang Yifan.

"Uncle, do you think what I'm wearing today is alright? Is it formal enough?"

"Uncle, is my grandfather strict? Is there anything I should watch out for?"

"Uncle..."

"Stop!"

Along the way, Yang Jian was like a timid little kid, asking this and that, utterly lacking the imposing bearing of a Heavenly God he usually possessed. The Jade Emperor did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"You're not going to a blind date. Why are you overthinking it? You're just meeting your own grandfather—what are you nervous about?" the Jade Emperor reassured him.

Yang Jian scratched his head and smiled.

How could he not be nervous?

After hearing the Jade Emperor's brief introduction to Zhang Yifan on the road, Yang Jian had been both shocked and afraid.

Shocked by his grandfather's strength, and afraid that if he said something wrong and displeased his grandfather, he might get himself killed.

He knew that supreme experts often had all sorts of strange temperaments.

"Alright, we're here."

At the little farmhouse courtyard, the Jade Emperor arrived with Yang Jian.

"This is it? Why does it look so ordinary?"

Yang Jian eyed the farmhouse courtyard suspiciously. Wasn't this just an utterly ordinary little yard where farm folk lived?

"Yeah, why is it so ordinary?"

A voice suddenly sounded beside them.

"Hm?"

The Jade Emperor was startled and abruptly turned his head. At some point, a handsome young man with sword-like brows, starry eyes, and strikingly refined features had appeared beside him.

Seeing this man suddenly reveal himself, Yang Jian also treated him as a formidable enemy, every hair on his body standing on end.

When had this young man appeared?

How had they failed to notice him all this time?

The handsome youth looked at the Jade Emperor and smiled faintly. "Who would have thought that the little attendant from back then would become so accomplished today? You've stirred the Heavenly Court into a raging tempest."

"I wondered who it was. So it's Saint Tongtian." The Jade Emperor's expression turned somewhat cold. Sect Master Tongtian had actually followed him!

"Saint Tongtian." Yang Jian cupped his hands toward Tongtian. A Saint still deserved due respect.

"Don't make it sound so ugly by calling it stalking. I merely happened to be passing by." Sect Master Tongtian spread his hands, lying without so much as a blush.

"Hmph. Saint Tongtian vanished for over a hundred thousand years after the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation. What a coincidence that you just happened to pass by now."

The Jade Emperor gave him no face at all.

His greatest trump card had been discovered just like that. How could he not be angry?

It also served as a reminder to the Jade Emperor that in the future, he had to come quietly—quieter still.

Sect Master Tongtian smiled without replying, instead turning his gaze toward the farmhouse courtyard.

The little courtyard looked ordinary and simple, yet divine sense could not detect its existence at all.

Even by calculating the secrets of Heaven, he could not deduce anything about this place!

That meant this little farmhouse courtyard was anything but ordinary—not ordinary in the slightest.

"We're here. Aren't we going in?" Sect Master Tongtian asked the Jade Emperor.

"Yang Jian, let's go." The Jade Emperor's expression was indifferent as he led Yang Jian into the courtyard.

Sect Master Tongtian smiled, then followed them inside as well.

The instant Sect Master Tongtian stepped into the courtyard, his body shook violently. A sharp gleam flashed through his eyes, and his face was full of horror.

What was going on?

Where was my cultivation?

Where was my strength?

Why could I not feel it at all?!

Even his connection to the Heavenly Dao had been completely severed.

This was impossible!

Sect Master Tongtian cried out inwardly. How could a Heavenly Dao Saint possibly sever his connection with the Heavenly Dao?

Even Dao Ancestor Hongjun likely could not accomplish such a thing!

Sect Master Tongtian's heart churned like raging seas, his expression flickering with uncertainty as he considered whether to retreat now.

Meanwhile, the Jade Emperor had already pulled the equally stunned Yang Jian into the middle of the courtyard.

"Forget it. Since we're here, we might as well settle in." Sect Master Tongtian quickly followed them.

If even Sect Master Tongtian was so shaken, there was no need to mention Yang Jian—he had long since been scared out of his wits.

Seeing the looks on Sect Master Tongtian and Yang Jian's faces, the Jade Emperor secretly felt delighted.

He had been the same when he first came in. Now that even a Saint looked like this, what was there left to fear?

"Father, your son is back!"

The Jade Emperor shouted toward the inner room.

Huh?!

Tongtian was utterly dumbfounded.

Father? The Jade Emperor called this reclusive great expert Father?

When had he gained another father?

"I'm weeding in the backyard!" Zhang Yifan's voice came from the rear courtyard.

Thus, the Jade Emperor led Yang Jian toward the backyard, with Sect Master Tongtian following behind.

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The backyard contained an orchard and a vegetable garden.

"Those are Peaches of Immortality? And Yellow Middle Plums?"

From afar, the Jade Emperor stared at the orchard, his heart violently trembling. He had lived here for so long, yet had never once come to the backyard. There were Peaches of Immortality here? And the highest-grade kind at that?

Even an innate spiritual root like the Yellow Middle Plum was here?

This backyard was a treasure vault!

Sect Master Tongtian was equally shaken, though what he saw was the soil.

That soil resembled Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, yet did not. It looked even more advanced than Nine Heavens Breathing Soil.

"Chaos Breathing Soil?" Sect Master Tongtian murmured uncertainly.

"Chaos Breathing Soil?" The Jade Emperor had heard Sect Master Tongtian's soft mutter and was equally stunned.

The Jade Emperor did not know what Chaos Breathing Soil was, but he knew of Nine Heavens Breathing Soil. Anything with "Chaos" tacked onto it had to be outrageously high-grade.

"Why did you suddenly remember to come see your father today?" Seeing his son return, Zhang Yifan stopped hoeing.

"Father, listen to yourself. When have I ever not come to see you?" The Jade Emperor had completely changed. He was no longer the imposing Jade Emperor of the Hall of Miraculous Mist, but the image of a filial son.

"Who are these two?" Seeing the two additional young men, Zhang Yifan casually asked.

"Father, let me introduce them. This is Yang Sanlang, the son of my sworn sister. That makes him my nephew and your grandson. Just call him Little Yang."

The Jade Emperor quickly pulled Yang Jian over and introduced him to Zhang Yifan.

"Oh, hahaha, not bad, kid—you even have a sworn sister." Zhang Yifan teased the Jade Emperor, then looked at Yang Jian. "This grandson of mine is quite handsome, very fine indeed. Strong build, too."

"Hello, Grandfather. Thank you for the praise, Grandfather. You're the truly wise and mighty one!" Yang Jian's little mouth was as sweet as though smeared with honey.

"You know how to talk, hahaha. At noon, I'll let you taste your grandfather's cooking." Zhang Yifan greatly liked this handsome young fellow. He looked spirited, and quick-witted too.

"Thank you, Grandfather. If you need anyone to lend a hand, just give the word." Yang Jian patted his chest.

"Just help your grandfather weed in a bit." Zhang Yifan smiled, then looked at Sect Master Tongtian. "And this one is?"

Hearing this, Sect Master Tongtian straightened his back as well, waiting for the Jade Emperor's grand introduction.

The Jade Emperor glanced at Sect Master Tongtian and introduced him, "Father, this is the son of my sworn brother Pan Shikou. His name is Pan Santong. He's my grandnephew, which makes him your great-grandson. Just call him Little Tong, or Little Tongtong."

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Huh???

Sect Master Tongtian was stunned, frozen, utterly dumbstruck.

The son of your sworn brother? Pan Shikou? Pangu? Your grandnephew? Your father's great-grandson?

Little Tong? Little Tongtong?

A dignified Heavenly Dao Saint—he had thought the Jade Emperor would introduce him in a suitably dashing fashion. Instead, it was so damn deranged it was pure crap!

It felt even worse than taking a shit!