"What?"
"Have they gone mad?"
Yun Zhongzi had been discussing the Dao with Zhenyuanzi at Wuzhuang Temple when he suddenly received a message from Immortal Weng of the South Pole and blurted out.
Seeing how flustered he was, Zhenyuanzi hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
Yun Zhongzi gave a bitter smile. "Ye Changqing has led ten thousand Jie Sect Immortals into Kunlun Mountain..."
At the mention of that name, Great Immortal Zhenyuanzi wasn't surprised at all.
He brought out the Earth Book and Heaven and Earth Treasure Mirror, activating a formation to seal off Wuzhuang Temple. Without his permission, Yun Zhongzi could only stay here.
"Daoist brother, what do you mean by this?"
Yun Zhongzi asked, staring at him in surprise.
Zhenyuanzi's expression was complicated. This time, he absolutely could not let his friend repeat the same mistake.
Yun Zhongzi, the True Immortal of Blessings and Virtue of the Chan Sect, was none other than Ancestor Hong Yun, once renowned throughout the Primordial World.
Of course, he was also known as the Primordial World's greatest good Samaritan—and its unluckiest man.
During the Dao lecture at Purplecloud Palace, he had pitied the Two Sages of the West and willingly given up the chance to become a Saint that was already within his grasp.
As a result, he earned the hatred of Demon Master Kunpeng, who had also missed his chance to become a Saint.
Though Old Ancestor Hongjun had compensated him with a strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi, it had also become a death warrant.
After the Dao lecture at Purplecloud Palace ended, he was attacked at his own cultivation ground, Huoyun Palace.
Not only was his physical body destroyed, but the Hongmeng Purple Qi also disappeared. In the end, only a fragment of his Primordial Spirit survived and entered the cycle of reincarnation, reborn as the Yun Zhongzi of today.
Ancestor Hong Yun and Venerable Primordial had both been among the Three Thousand Guests at Purplecloud Palace. In the end, Hong Yun had ended up a generation below him, becoming his disciple.
Zhenyuanzi had blamed himself all these years. If he hadn't let Ancestor Hong Yun leave Wuzhuang Temple back then, this tragedy would never have happened.
As the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, he had the power and the confidence to protect him.
This time, he would not let Yun Zhongzi risk his life again, no matter what.
Peach Blossom Spring Cave, Nine Immortals Mountain.
Guang Chengzi suddenly opened his eyes, seething with rage.
As the foremost of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect, he could not simply stand by.
He immediately left his cave and turned into a streak of light, heading straight for Kunlun Mountain.
After receiving the news, the remaining second-generation disciples of the Chan Sect gathered several million miles away from Kunlun Mountain.
"Teacher, what should we do?"
True Man Taiyi asked Daoist Randeng, brows furrowed.
Venerable Primordial had yet to return from Chaos, and their messages to him had vanished without a trace.
To keep Ye Changqing from discovering the truth, the Heavenly Dao had deliberately concealed everything, allowing Sect Master Tongtian to sign the Investiture of the Gods.
Even Saints could not fathom the secrets of Heaven, nor send messages beyond them.
Daoist Randeng looked grim as well. He had been extremely worried when Ye Changqing went to the Northern Darkness Sea earlier.
He suspected it was Ye Changqing's revenge before his death.
Now that Ye Changqing had led people straight to Kunlun Mountain, it only confirmed his suspicion.
As someone who took caution to the extreme, he naturally didn't dare court trouble.
"Let's wait and see. Our Saint teacher will be back from Purplecloud Palace soon."
"Then Ye Changqing will be in for a world of pain!"
"Maybe..."
Daoist Randeng made a throat-slitting gesture, revealing a sly, foxlike smile.
Maybe Venerable Primordial really would use this as an excuse to send Ye Changqing to his death.
"But Guang Chengzi..."
True Man Taiyi looked worriedly toward Guang Chengzi, who had gone straight into danger.
"It's fine!"
"We'll stay here and provide support. If anything goes wrong, we'll go save him."
Daoist Randeng spoke with confidence.
Providing support from several million miles away? What a joke!
If things really turned dire, by the time they arrived, Guang Chengzi might not even be ashes anymore.
But facing ten thousand Jie Sect disciples, they were all terrified.
Meanwhile, Guang Chengzi turned into a streak of rainbow light and landed on Kunlun Mountain in the blink of an eye.
Seeing the Jie Sect disciples scouring the mountain for supplies, he hurriedly tried to stop them. "Stop!"
"All of you, stop! You bunch of bandits!"
The Jie Sect disciples merely glanced up at him, then went back to their work.
Senior Disciple Brother had said that, apart from the Jade Void Palace, anything they managed to snatch was theirs to keep.
The quick would get some; the slow would get nothing.
How could they pass up such a good opportunity?
Guang Chengzi was furious. He immediately brought out the Fan Tian Seal, enlarging it to the size of Kunlun Mountain and hurling it down with all his might.
"Thanks for the treasure, Junior Brother Guang Chengzi!"
Ye Changqing's voice rang in his ear. Then, to his astonishment, the Fan Tian Seal was gone!
What the hell!
Guang Chengzi was horrified. That was his most prized magic treasure.
Without the Fan Tian Seal, he had lost ninety-nine percent of his strength.
He had long since refined the seal. He tried to reach it with his mind, but got no response.
His connection to the Fan Tian Seal had been severed completely, nearly making him cough up blood.
"Ye Changqing!"
"Give me back my magic treasure!"
Grinding his teeth, Guang Chengzi drew the Male-Female Sword and charged straight at Ye Changqing on the mountaintop.
Whoosh!
Several figures appeared before him and blocked his way. They were none other than the Jie Sect's direct disciples, along with San Xiao and Zhao Gongming.
Every one of them was more powerful than Zhao Gongming. Without his magic treasure, Guang Chengzi was no match for them.
"Don't kill him. Leave him breathing!"
At Ye Changqing's casual instruction, Guang Chengzi immediately sensed danger.
Only then did he finally calm down. He turned and tried to flee.
Roar!
A thunderous roar forced him back.
"Qiu Shou Xian!"
Clutching his ears, Guang Chengzi called out the other's name.
Qiu Shou Xian had attained the Dao as a Green Lion, so the power of his lion's roar was naturally tremendous.
Earlier, Ling Ya Xian had used his divine ability to carry away Qilin Cliff. As one of the Seven Attendant Immortals, Qiu Shou Xian was not about to be outdone.
"You..."
"You have some nerve!"
"Once my master returns, even Sect Master Tongtian won't be able to save you..."
Guang Chengzi still stubbornly tried to scare them off with threats.
But Ye Changqing wasn't the sort to be frightened. So what if Venerable Primordial showed up?
Kunlun Mountain belonged to all Three Pure Ones, and the Jie Sect had a share in it.
Not only that, he was going to take Laozi's share as well—and then give them a grand gift.
Besides, the last person who had threatened Ye Changqing had just been plucked clean.
Seeing that his threats wouldn't scare them and he couldn't beat them, Guang Chengzi grew frantic.
He kept sending messages to his fellow disciples for help, but none of them replied.
"Cowards!"
Guang Chengzi cursed them over and over in his heart.
Ye Changqing gave Daoist Duobao and the others a slight wave. They surrounded Guang Chengzi, wearing frightening smiles.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm a Saint's disciple..."
At last, Guang Chengzi was afraid.
Unfortunately, that meant nothing. Wasn't everyone present a Saint's disciple?
Before long, the same kind of screams that White Crane Boy had let out earlier rang across Kunlun Mountain.
Guang Chengzi's magic power was sealed, and he was bound on the ground, unable to move.
He could only watch helplessly as Jie Sect disciples plucked out the hairs on his legs one by one.
And not just the hair on his legs.
There was also...
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