Primordial Era: Mistaking the Jade Emperor for My Son at the Start

"Ahhhh…"

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, pulling with all his might, straining. The physical strength of a nascent Quasi-Saint erupted to its peak, yet he still couldn't lift the cleaver.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing Yang Jian struggling to pull the cleaver, unable to budge it, the Jade Emperor asked curiously, "Are you performing street performance art from the mortal realm?"

"Nephew, your performance art practice is quite good. You're taking something light and making it look like you're lifting something weighing ten thousand tons, and your expression is spot on. Oh my, even your arm muscles are bulging."

"Your control over your body's muscles has reached an incredibly refined level. I suspect even the Wu Clan, who once cultivated their physical bodies, would marvel at your control."

"Uncle applauds you."

As the Jade Emperor spoke, he actually began to clap.

Just then, Yang Jian's hand slipped, and he fell to the ground.

"Brilliant, brilliant~ This fall further showcases your excellent acting. If your maternal grandfather runs out of money in the future, you can go perform on the streets, and you'll earn him quite a lot."

Yang Jian's old face flushed red, his pride slightly wounded. Performance art? He simply couldn't lift it!

Acting? Control over his body?

"Uncle flatters me! Your nephew's primary cultivation is of the primordial spirit, and my mastery over physical control is still very weak, far inferior to yours, Uncle."

Yang Jian patted his backside and lied smoothly, his face unblinking. "My apologies, Uncle! I am primarily a cultivator of the primordial spirit, and my control over my physical body is still quite weak, far inferior to yours."

"That is only natural. I have cultivated my physical body," the Jade Emperor said without false modesty.

"I humbly request Uncle's guidance." Yang Jian cupped his hands.

"Then I shall guide you." The Jade Emperor did not refuse.

"Watch, you must do it like this to embody the feeling of lifting something heavy with ease." The Jade Emperor walked to the chopping block and casually reached for the cleaver.

He couldn't lift it?

The Jade Emperor exerted a little more force.

Hm???

Hm hm hm????

What's going on?

The Jade Emperor was shocked. He couldn't even lift a cleaver?

"Nephew is truly in awe of Uncle's control over his body!" Yang Jian chuckled inwardly, but still cupped his hands in praise.

Good boy!

The Jade Emperor's heart seethed with anger. He had thought Yang Jian was showing off, but it turned out this cleaver was strange!

But this cleaver was indeed astonishing.

A peak Quasi-Saint, unable to lift a mere cleaver?

The Jade Emperor refused to believe it. His Quasi-Saint power erupted, his arm muscles bulging like coiled dragons, immense and unparalleled strength gathering in his arm.

"Lift!"

The Jade Emperor roared inwardly, but no matter how hard he strained, the cleaver remained utterly still.

"Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant!"

Yang Jian clapped his hands, exclaiming, "Uncle's mastery of physical cultivation likely surpasses even the Ancestral Witches of the past! This ability to make the heavy seem light has reached the pinnacle."

"Uncle's performance art skills will surely astound the world. If Grandpa runs out of money in the future, Uncle's craft will surely earn him immense wealth. He could even establish a sect with it."

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Damn it!

He dares to mock me?

"Get lost!" The Jade Emperor glared at Yang Jian, fury in his eyes, and kicked out at him.

"Hahahaha!"

Yang Jian dodged with a loud laugh, laughing so hard his stomach hurt.

The Jade Emperor ignored Yang Jian and stared at the cleaver, his eyes gleaming. "This cleaver is actually this heavy? Even with my peak Quasi-Saint physical body, I can't move it an inch. It's astonishing."

"Hmph, a mere Quasi-Saint, like an ant, dares to try and move this Great Dao Artifact?"

Suddenly, a voice echoed into the ears of the Jade Emperor and Yang Jian.

The Jade Emperor and Yang Jian trembled, looking at the cleaver before them with shock and uncertainty.

Did the cleaver just speak?

This cleaver actually has a spirit?

A Great Dao spirit?

"Great Dao Artifact?"

The Jade Emperor and Yang Jian were utterly horrified.

This cleaver is actually a Great Dao Artifact?

Holy crap!

The Jade Emperor and Yang Jian immediately leaned in, staring at the cleaver and examining it, wanting to sense the presence of the Great Dao Laws.

But no matter how they tried, they couldn't feel anything at all.

"My dad is too awesome, a cleaver is actually a Great Dao Artifact?"

"Grandpa is terrifying!"

Yang Jian also nodded heavily, "With this treasure, why fear the Sages? We'll slice one up as they come, just like cutting vegetables."

The Jade Emperor and Yang Jian were now utterly devoted to Zhang Yifan, respecting him even more.

"Hahahaha, if this cleaver were in my hands, who in the Primordial Era could possibly oppose me?" the Jade Emperor suddenly roared with laughter, overjoyed.

A Great Dao Artifact!

The Great Dao Law Fragments in the food were already horrifying enough, but they never expected a Great Dao Artifact in the kitchen!

If this ultimate treasure were to appear in the Primordial Era, it would surely cause all the Sages, and even Dao Ancestor Hongjun, to fight until their heads bled to obtain it!

At this moment, the Jade Emperor felt even more confident in confronting the entire Primordial Era!

Even if Zhang Yifan, his father-in-law, didn't act, borrowing some of his treasures would be enough to handle numerous crises.

"This matter must be kept a secret, understand?"

The Jade Emperor said to Yang Jian with great seriousness.

"Yes, nephew understands."

Yang Jian bowed in response.

Yang Jian naturally understood the significance of this cleaver.

It was an existence that even the Heavenly Dao would be wary of and fear!

Chapter 23: Slaughtering a Bull is Like Slaughtering the Heavenly Dao!

After boiling water, the Jade Emperor and Yang Jian, like two village women, squatted to pluck the feathers from the Golden-Winged Great Peng's true form.

And they weren't bad at it, either.

Zhang Yifan also came to inspect. The feathers were plucked clean, and he nodded in approval, quite satisfied.

Yuan Hong, Star Lord Wugu, and the others had been working for a long time, and their speed was quite fast; the foundation was already dug.

Seeing that the sky was darkening, Zhang Yifan rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to get a small bamboo knife, preparing to slaughter the bull.

"Don't come any closer!"

"No, no, no!"

Seeing Zhang Yifan approach, Taishang Laojun's mount, the Green Ox, cried out internally, mooing incessantly, but no one could hear it.

"Woof woof woof!"

Kirin Ancestor, the big black dog, was impatient and barked fiercely at the Green Ox. The Green Ox immediately became obedient, trembling in fear from Kirin Ancestor's barks.

"Whoa, you ugly dog actually have this ability. Just a couple of barks and you made this bull behave." Zhang Yifan glanced at the big black dog and couldn't help but praise it.

Naturally!

Kirin Ancestor, the big black dog, held its head high, extremely proud, its tail wagging so fast it looked like a propeller.

Happy!

Being praised by its master today!

Kirin Ancestor was so pleased, it was indescribably happy.

It would definitely get two extra bones tonight.

"You were probably a sheepdog in your past life," Zhang Yifan added.

Kirin Ancestor: "..."

I'm clearly a Kirin!

The very first Kirin in the Primordial Era!

How did I become a sheepdog?

Can that thing even compare to me?

But Kirin Ancestor only dared to feel wronged internally. Outwardly, it continued to wag its tail, running around Zhang Yifan, still happy.

"Ugly dog, go get a basin to collect the bull's blood later."