Plucking Feathers to Aid Growth

"What?"

"Are they insane?"

Yun Zhongzi, who was discussing the Dao with Zhenyuanzi in Wuzhuang Temple, suddenly received a telepathic message from Immortal Weng of the South Pole and blurted out.

Seeing his panic, Zhenyuanzi quickly asked, "What happened?"

Yun Zhongzi gave a wry smile and said, "Ye Changqing has brought the Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult to storm Kunlun Mountain..."

Upon hearing this name, Great Immortal Zhenyuanzi was not surprised.

He summoned the Earth Book and the Heaven and Earth Treasure Mirror, activated the formation, and surrounded Wuzhuang Temple. Without his permission, Yun Zhongzi could only remain there.

"Brother Dao, what do you mean by this?"

Yun Zhongzi asked him in surprise.

Zhenyuanzi's eyes were filled with complex emotions. This time, he absolutely could not let his friend repeat his past mistakes.

Yun Zhongzi, the True Immortal of Blessings and Virtue of the Chan Sect, was the Old Ancestor Hongyun who once shook the Primordial World.

Of course, he was also known as the Primordial World's number one good old man and number one unlucky fellow.

During the sermon in the Purple Firmament Palace, he took pity on the Two Sages of the West and gave up the Saint Position he had obtained.

Because of this, he was resented by the Demon Master Kunpeng, who had also missed out on a Saint Position.

Although he had received a strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi as compensation from Old Ancestor Hongjun, it became his death warrant.

After the sermon in the Purple Heavens Palace ended, he was attacked in his own dojo, the Fiery Cloud Palace.

Not only was his physical body destroyed, but the Hongmeng Purple Qi also disappeared. In the end, only a wisp of his Primordial Spirit survived and entered reincarnation, becoming the current Yun Zhongzi.

Old Ancestor Hongyun and Venerable Primordial were originally among the three thousand guests in the mortal world in Zixiao Palace. In the end, Hongyun became a junior and a disciple of Venerable Primordial.

For many years, Zhenyuanzi had been filled with self-reproach. If he hadn't let Old Ancestor Hongyun leave Wuzhuang Temple back then, this disaster would not have happened.

As the Ancestor of Earthly Immortals, he had the strength and confidence to protect him.

This time, he would absolutely not let Yun Zhongzi risk his life again.

Nine Immortal Mountain, Peach Blossom Cave.

Guang Chengzi suddenly opened his eyes, filled with rage.

As the foremost of the Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals, he could not stand idly by.

He immediately left his cave dwelling, transformed into a stream of light, and headed straight for Kunlun Mountain.

Upon receiving the news, the second-generation disciples of the Chan Sect gathered at a place millions of miles away from Kunlun Mountain.

"Teacher, what should we do?"

Yu Ding Zhenren asked Daoist Randeng with a worried frown.

At this time, Venerable Primordial had not yet returned from Chaos, and their telepathic messages were like stones sinking into the sea.

The Heavenly Dao, to prevent Ye Changqing from discovering anything, deliberately concealed everything, which led Sect Master Tongtian to sign the Investiture of the Gods.

Even Saints could not fathom the Heavenly Secrets, nor could they transmit information outwards.

Daoist Randeng's expression was also very grim. He had been extremely worried when Ye Changqing went to the Northern Darkness Sea previously.

He thought it was Ye Changqing's final act of revenge before his death.

Now that Ye Changqing had directly led people to attack Kunlun Mountain, it further solidified his belief.

As someone who had always played it safe to the extreme, he naturally did not dare to court disaster.

"Let's wait and see. Our Saint Teacher will be returning from Purple Heaven Palace soon."

"When he does, Ye Changqing will have a hard time!"

"Perhaps..."

Daoist Randeng made a throat-slitting gesture, revealing a smile like an old fox.

Perhaps Venerable Primordial would use this as an excuse to send Ye Changqing to his death.

"But Guang Chengzi..."

True Man Taiyi looked at Guang Chengzi, who was walking right into the trap, with a worried expression.

"It's fine!"

"We will observe from here. If anything goes wrong, we will go to his rescue."

Daoist Randeng said confidently.

Cheering for Guang Chengzi from millions of miles away while pretending to observe!

If it really came down to a critical moment, by the time they arrived, Guang Chengzi would probably be nothing but dust.

However, facing ten thousand disciples of the Jie Cult, they couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

Meanwhile, Guang Chengzi transformed into a rainbow light and landed on Kunlun Mountain in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the Jie Cult disciples searching for supplies all over the mountain, he quickly shouted to stop them, "Stop!"

"Stop! All of you, you bandits!"

The Jie Cult disciples merely glanced up at him before returning to their work.

Senior Disciple Brother had said that anything outside of Jade Void Palace was fair game for whoever got their hands on it first.

First come, first served.

How could they possibly miss such a good opportunity?

Guang Chengzi was furious and immediately unleashed the Fan Tian Seal, transforming it to the size of Kunlun Mountain and smashing it down.

"Thank you for the treasure, Junior Brother Guang Chengzi!"

Ye Changqing's voice echoed in his ears, and then he was shocked to discover the Fan Tian Seal was gone!

Holy crap!

Guang Chengzi turned pale with fright. That was his most relied-upon magical artifact.

With the Fan Tian Seal gone, his strength was reduced by ninety-nine percent.

He had long since refined the Fan Tian Seal and tried to communicate with it using his mind, but to no avail.

His connection to the Fan Tian Seal had been severed, making him want to spit blood.

"Ye Changqing!"

"Give me back my artifact!"

Gritting his teeth, Guang Chengzi drew the Male-Female Sword and charged straight for Ye Changqing on the mountaintop.

Whoosh!

Several figures appeared before him, blocking his path. They were the Jie Cult's core disciples, along with San Xiao and Zhao Gongming.

Each of them had a higher cultivation than Zhao Gongming. Guang Chengzi, without his artifact, was no match for them.

"Don't kill him, just leave him breathing!"

A casual remark from Ye Changqing made Guang Chengzi feel a sense of dread.

Only then did he finally calm down and turn to flee.

Roar!

A earth-shattering roar forced him back.

"Qiu Shou Xian!"

Guang Chengzi covered his ears and called out the name.

Qiu Shou Xian was a green lion who had attained enlightenment, so the power of his lion's roar was naturally immense.

Previously, Ling Ya Xian had used his divine abilities to carry away Qilin Cliff. As one of the Seven Attendant Immortals, he was not to be outdone.

"You..."

"You have quite the audacity!"

"When Master returns, even Sect Master Tongtian won't be able to save you..."

Guang Chengzi continued to bluster, trying to intimidate them.

But Ye Changqing wasn't scared easily. So what if Venerable Primordial came?

This Kunlun Mountain was the shared property of the Three Pure Ones, and the Jie Cult had a stake in it.

Not only that, but he intended to take Laozi's share as well and give them a grand gift.

Besides, the last person who had threatened Ye Changqing had just had all their body hair plucked out.

Seeing that he couldn't scare them and couldn't defeat them, Guang Chengzi became extremely anxious.

He kept sending messages to his fellow disciples for help, but received no response.

These cowards!

Guang Chengzi cursed them countless times in his heart.

Ye Changqing waved his hand gently at Daoist Duobao and the others. They surrounded Guang Chengzi, revealing terrifying smiles.

"What do you want?"

"I am a Saint's disciple..."

Guang Chengzi finally became scared.

Unfortunately, none of that mattered. Who among them wasn't a Saint's disciple?

Not long after, Kunlun Mountain echoed with the same screams of agony as White Crane Boy had earlier.

Guang Chengzi's magic power was sealed, and he was bound to the ground, unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as the Jie Cult disciples plucked his leg hairs one by one.

Not just leg hairs.

But also