Heaven Envious of Talent

Ye Changqing's face was extremely pale in the Chaos, and he couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

Perhaps he was the shortest-lived Saint in the history of the Primordial World.

After tens of thousands of years of effort, he had only experienced this much, truly short and weak.

What he hadn't expected was that after so many years, he would be discovered at the last moment.

That's right!

He was a transmigrator!

When he first transmigrated to the Primordial World, Old Ancestor Hongjun had not yet become a Saint, and the Heavenly Dao was damaged.

Coupled with his weak soul at the time, he had luckily escaped the Heavenly Dao's notice.

The Primordial World was extremely dangerous. He had been in hiding for a long time and hadn't received the standard golden finger for transmigrators.

He had no choice but to find a backer. That's how he waited for the Three Pure Ones on Mount Buzhou and then became a disciple of Sect Master Tongtian.

Even after becoming a disciple of Sect Master Tongtian, he didn't have many outstanding performances, not even as good as Daoist Duobao and the others.

It wasn't until the end of the Witch-Demon War tens of thousands of years ago that he felt an unprecedented crisis.

To prepare for the impending Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, Ye Changqing began to cultivate desperately, progressing a thousand miles a day.

Just today, as he was attesting to the Dao, his physical body was destroyed, his soul was exposed, and he was perceived by the Great Dao...

Pfft!

Ye Changqing spat out another mouthful of blood, scaring Sect Master Tongtian into giving him countless spiritual pills and elixirs.

The Nine Revolutions Soul Returning Pill, personally refined by Laozi, could bring the dead back to life and mend broken bones, but it had no effect on his Dao injury.

"Changqing, you'll be alright..."

"I will definitely cure you!"

Sect Master Tongtian kept comforting him.

To beg Ancestor Hongjun for help, he brought Ye Changqing to the outside of the Purple霄 Palace.

But the doors of the Purple Heaven Palace were tightly shut, and the two were refused entry.

Looking at his master kneeling before the doors of the Purple Heaven Palace and refusing to rise, Ye Changqing's eyes became exceptionally resolute.

"Master, send me back!"

His tone was filled with an undeniable certainty, and it was the first time he had spoken disrespectfully to his master.

He didn't want his master to be so humble and subservient, nor did he want Sect Master Tongtian to make some kind of deal for him.

The most important reason was that his injury was a backlash from the Great Dao. Ancestor Hongjun was merely a spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao; how could he dare to defy the Great Dao?

"Alright, let's go home!"

Sect Master Tongtian looked at his determined eyes and finally relented.

In fact, how could he not know these things? He was just desperately seeking any remedy.

Sect Master Tongtian sighed. How could he explain this to his other disciples?

Golden Ao Island was shrouded in gloom and silence, no longer possessing the aura of a blessed immortal land or a Saint's dojo.

All the disciples of the Jie Cult wore expressions of unwillingness. Their Senior Disciple Brother had succeeded, so why had it turned out this way?

"Senior Disciple Brother is exceptionally talented; how could he suffer such a calamity?"

"Could it be that Heaven envies his brilliance?"

Zhao Gongming asked with a frown, his expression filled with sorrow and confusion.

As he recalled the scene of his Senior Disciple Brother repelling three Quasi-Saints with a single move earlier, he had an answer.

Heaven envied his talent; Senior Disciple Brother was someone even Heaven feared!

Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, Bixiao, and a group of female immortals had already cried until their eyes were red.

A streak of green light pierced through the heavens and earth, returning from the Chaos and landing on Golden Ao Island.

As the green light dissipated, two figures appeared: Sect Master Tongtian and Ye Changqing.

"Greetings, Master!"

"Greetings, Senior Disciple Brother!"

The Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult wiped away their tears and prostrated themselves on the ground, performing the great rite of kowtowing to Ye Changqing.

In their hearts, Senior Disciple Brother was no different from a Saint.

Ye Changqing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and his gaze fell upon those familiar faces.

He smiled slightly, feeling that everything was worth it.

Sect Master Tongtian said nothing and took Ye Changqing away.

His injuries were not yet stable and required immediate treatment.

Outside the Azure Palace, the Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult gathered at the entrance, waiting silently, not a single person leaving.

"Master is a Saint, he'll definitely find a way!"

Daoist Duobao, as the Senior Disciple Brother and the current pillar of support for the direct disciples, said to the other disciples.

He was not only comforting his junior brothers and sisters but also himself.

The Senior Disciple Brother was the only disciple who would inherit the legacy within the Jie Cult!

What does it mean to be a legacy disciple?

One day in the future, Ye Changqing would inherit everything from Sect Master Tongtian, including the Jie Cult and the Four Immortal Slaying Swords.

But Daoist Duobao had never felt a shred of jealousy. He even felt it was only natural.

Inside the grand hall of the Azure Palace, Sect Master Tongtian sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, the Great Dao flowing around him as he borrowed the power of heaven and earth.

The myriad anomalies dissipated, and streams of the purest energy were channeled into Ye Changqing's body.

If this energy were poured into an ordinary being, it could make them ascend to immortality on the spot, reaching the level of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Yet, when this spiritual energy was delivered to Ye Changqing's body, it had no effect.

Sect Master Tongtian's brows furrowed, his expression grave. He gestured to the sun, moon, and stars, summoning their essence and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Above the Azure Palace, energy condensed into a vortex, which he refined into a great elixir of boundless vitality.

Even with such heaven-defying means, he could not alleviate Ye Changqing's injuries.

He could only slowly nourish his life essence and replenish his rapidly draining vitality.

The Great Dao curse directly targeted Ye Changqing's true spirit, which was also slowly dissipating.

This was an irreversible process. Once the true spirit completely vanished, Ye Changqing would be utterly annihilated, never to be reborn!

Sect Master Tongtian sighed again. Since his own formation, he had never felt such despair.

Although he was a Heavenly Dao Saint, he could only watch as his disciple slowly died.

"Master, how much longer do I have?"

Ye Changqing asked.

"A thousand years... no, perhaps eight hundred..."

"Maybe only five hundred years are left..."

"But don't worry, your Master will definitely find a way to keep you alive!"

Sect Master Tongtian said.

After receiving a definite answer, Ye Changqing felt a sense of relief instead.

Compared to ordinary beings who lived only a few decades, his time was still abundant.

He still had time to arrange his affairs.

Looking at Ye Changqing's face, which was as calm as still water, Sect Master Tongtian felt even more heartache.

The strength of his Dao heart was the most he had ever witnessed. If only there were no accidents...

His disciple would surely surpass him and bring the Jie Cult to greater heights!

Sect Master Tongtian's figure slowly vanished, leaving Ye Changqing to recuperate alone.

Outside the gates of the Azure Palace, he instructed the Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult, "No one is to disturb Changqing. Those who disobey will be expelled from the sect!"

Watching Sect Master Tongtian's heavy retreating figure, the disciples of the Jie Cult fell into despair.

Could even their Saint Master be powerless?

"No, Senior Disciple Brother must not die!"

"I remember there's a celestial medicine somewhere that might be useful..."

After Yunxiao finished speaking, she took her two sisters and ascended into the clouds, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

The Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult finally came to their senses and left Golden Ao Island one after another, searching for sacred medicines to heal their Senior Disciple Brother and extend his life.