Chaos Demon Dragon Exterminates Clan, Merely Because It Disturbed My Slumber!

"Only today do I realize there are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people!"

Zhao Gongming murmured, a chill running down his spine. It was as if a mortal gazing up at the firmament, his heart filled only with shock and reverence.

"That senior's presence outshines all the gods and buddhas, all the Saints in the heavens!"

"My master Tongtian isn't even worthy of carrying his shoes!"

He gritted out the words, feeling a sense of dread even as he spoke them.

He tightened his robes, then looked up towards the ancient Willow Tree in the distance, its branches like clouds, its bark mottled and ancient.

Beneath the ancient Willow, the Daoist was resting peacefully.

Zhao Gongming took a deep breath, a sense of piety he had never felt before rising in his heart. He walked forward with steady, measured steps.

Finally, he arrived beneath the ancient Willow Tree once more.

Zhao Gongming bowed deeply, his body long and straight. He clasped his fists in salute, his voice low and solemn:

"Junior Zhao Gongming spoke presumptuously today and offended Senior. Gongming deserves death. I beg Senior for forgiveness!"

As his voice fell, he lowered his head slightly, not daring to look directly at the Daoist. Cold sweat trickled down his cheeks, splashing into the dust and forming small wet marks.

Beneath the ancient Willow, the Daoist still slept, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if a faint smile graced his dream.

Zhao Gongming looked at him deeply, then finally sat down cross-legged ten paces away, not daring to step any closer, quietly awaiting the awakening of this peerless mighty being.

The sun rose and set, the stars revolved.

After an unknown amount of time, the Daoist slowly stretched, saying lazily:

"Ouch, what a comfortable sleep!"

In an instant, a hundred flowers bloomed, birds sang in unison, and the distant roars of tigers and cries of apes could be faintly heard, as if responding to his voice.

Zhou Xuan rose from the lounge chair, his robes swaying gently in the wind, his hem stirring up a patch of willow catkins.

He frowned slightly, looking at Zhao Gongming ten paces away.

Zhao Gongming quickly got up, bowing his head and bending his waist, his voice filled with fear and reverence:

"Junior Zhao Gongming pays his respects to Senior! I spoke presumptuously before and disturbed Senior's rest. Gongming is overwhelmed with fear and begs for Senior's forgiveness!"

Zhou Xuan said nothing, merely raising his hand and gently waving. The void rippled slightly, and a simple, ancient square table appeared out of thin air. The tabletop was made of jade, smooth and lustrous like a mirror, and on it sat a jade teacup, from which steam curled invitingly.

He picked up the teacup, gently blew away the floating leaves, and took a slow sip. His voice was a mix of a sigh and a reprimand:

"So it's Zhao Gongming. Why aren't you diligently cultivating in your True Lord of the Altar manor, but instead intruding upon my dojo and disturbing my peaceful slumber? What crime should you be punished for?"

His tone was light, yet it struck Zhao Gongming like a thunderclap. His face instantly turned pale, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to his knees.

"Senior, Gongming encountered your disciple, fellow Daoist Sun Wukong, by chance at Flower-Fruit Mountain. It was fellow Daoist Sun who guided me to seek an audience!"

"Oh? How has my monkey been lately?"

Zhou Xuan asked casually, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

Zhao Gongming's heart tightened, and he quickly replied:

"Fellow Daoist Sun possesses immense divine abilities. He once killed two Bodhisattvas of Buddhism with a single punch. He is now a powerful figure in the Primordial World!"

"That is good."

Zhou Xuan put down the teacup, squinting slightly, his gaze as deep and distant as a bottomless pool.

A thought flickered through his mind, and he sighed inwardly: The disciples of the Jiejiao Sect were all sacrifices in the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation. Although Zhao Gongming was appointed True Lord of the Altar, he harbored dissatisfaction. It was fated that he would arrive here.

A moment later, he spoke slowly:

"Zhao Gongming, why have you come to my dojo?"

Zhao Gongming's heart pounded under that profound gaze, his blood seeming to freeze, but he still dared not conceal anything.

With a thud!

Zhao Gongming knelt on both knees, his voice trembling but firm:

"Senior, Gongming was once like a frog in a well, believing I understood the Great Dao."

"After seeing Senior today, I finally realize there are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people!"

"Gongming humbly requests Senior to take me as your disciple!"

His words echoed, the gentle breeze in the woods suddenly stopped, as if heaven and earth held their breath, waiting.

Zhou Xuan's lips curved slightly, and he said indifferently:

"Zhao Gongming, your arrival at my dojo is indeed fated."

"Originally, I could have accepted you as a disciple... however, you have violated my taboos!"

Zhao Gongming's heart lurched, his face turned deathly pale, and he quickly kowtowed:

"Senior, what mistake did Gongming make? Please, Senior, enlighten me!"

Zhou Xuan frowned slightly and said slowly:

"There are no tedious formalities in my sect, only three taboos that must be remembered."

"First, do not disturb me when I am sleeping."

"Second, do not disturb me when I am reading."

"Third, do not mention my name casually after leaving the Dojo."

The voice was not loud, yet each word was like a knife, carving itself into Zhao Gongming's heart.

Zhao Gongming froze for a moment, then looked up in disbelief:

"That's... that's it?"

Zhou Xuan nodded gently, his tone as calm as the wind, "Yes, that's it."

Zhao Gongming was shocked. He had thought such a powerful being would surely have strict sect rules, but he never expected them to be so casual. It seemed the more top-tier a cultivator was, the more they did as they pleased!

His reverence deepened, and he kowtowed again:

"Gongming knows his mistake! Please forgive me, senior. Gongming would have no regrets even if he were just to pour wine and sweep the floor for you!"

Zhou Xuan pondered for a moment and nodded slightly:

"I can accept you as a disciple. However, given your previous transgression, you will temporarily be an outer disciple. You will be promoted once you have earned merit."

Zhao Gongming was overjoyed and quickly kowtowed like pounding garlic, the sound echoing through the forest:

"Master, an outer disciple is fine! As long as I can serve by Master's side, Gongming will be content!"

He paused, then asked cautiously:

"Master, what are the ranks of disciples in this sect?"

Zhou Xuan explained nonchalantly:

"Our sect is divided into direct disciples, inner disciples, outer disciples, and service disciples. I currently have two disciples. Your senior brother, Sun Wukong, is a direct disciple. The other is you."

Zhao Gongming looked up and saw only two disciples in this vast Dojo. He couldn't help but sigh, finally understanding why the Primordial World did not speak of his Master's name. True experts often avoided karma and did not accept many disciples, thus remaining unknown to the world.

Zhao Gongming respectfully whispered:

"This disciple dares to ask, what is Master's honored title?"

Zhou Xuan suppressed his smile, his voice slowly echoing through the mountains:

"When Chaos first opened, I was the first human-shaped spiritual body. After proving the Dao and becoming a Saint, I was named Daoist Lingxuan. This place is the Lingxuan Dao Field."

The mountain wind blew, and the ancient willows drooped, their branches like clouds.

Zhao Gongming deeply bowed his head, his heart surging with emotion, and said:

"This disciple understands. From today onwards, this disciple is the number one service disciple of the Ling Xuan Sect!"

As Zhao Gongming spoke, an immense sense of pride welled up within him!

Even as a service disciple, this was a rare opportunity that came once in an eternity!!!

"Oh, right, Master, when I was walking over from that direction, I saw densely packed corpses of over a hundred thousand Chaos Demon Dragons. Master, did you kill all these Chaos Demon Dragons?"

Hearing this, Zhou Xuan nodded and said lightly:

"Just a few little loaches, not worth mentioning!"

"Loaches?"

Zhao Gongming's eyes widened in shock, and he trembled, "Master, these are Chaos Demon Dragons! Each one has the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Primordial Golden Immortal! You killed over a hundred thousand of them by yourself, which is equivalent to wiping out their entire race!"

Over a hundred thousand Great Perfection Primordial Golden Immortals!

And Chaos Demon Dragons had tough hides and extremely strong defenses!

Even if they stood still and let him attack, he probably wouldn't be able to cut through them!

After a long while, Zhao Gongming finally recovered from his shock and exclaimed, "Master, what did these Chaos Demon Dragons do to deserve you wiping out their entire race?"

Zhou Xuan took a sip of tea and chuckled:

"Nothing!"

"They disturbed my slumber!"

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