Prehistoric World: I Wreak Havoc on the Three Religions, and You Won't Split Up?

"Relying on his status as a sage's disciple, he is arrogant and unruly, looking down on everyone in the world."

"Fortune is draining, karma is growing, and cause and effect are entangling. Do you truly think these Outer disciples of the Jie Sect bring you any glory?!"

Tongtian had already secretly calculated the full course of events.

Yet he still put on a show of extreme defiance, holding his head high and chest out.

Yuanshi, neither angry nor annoyed, continued speaking.

"If not for Huanglong stepping in to suppress him, Lü Yue would have long been abandoned by heaven and earth. What path would he have left to cultivate?"

"If he doesn't understand this principle, how can you, as his master, not know it?"

"Or could it be, Junior Brother, that you truly believe Lü Yue can pursue the Great Dao while completely ignoring everything else?"

Tongtian pressed his lips together and slowly lowered his proud head.

His eyes flickered with evasion as he helplessly shook his head and sighed.

"Senior Brother is right. Lü Yue's talent is exceptional, but his nature is far too extreme."

"It's just as well to suppress him in the East Sea and temper his character properly."

Yuanshi's expression softened slightly, and he too let out a sigh.

His tone grew much gentler as he spoke softly.

"Junior Brother, I, This Humble Daoist, have never held any objection to you, nor to the path you wish to walk."

"I have never meant to forbid you from taking disciples. I am well-known for disliking those born of dampness and eggs, those clad in fur and bearing shells. But I also understand that this is an indispensable part of the world. Why would I bother getting angry at your disciples? Do I not care about my own face?"

Tongtian unconsciously lowered his head and sighed softly.

It seemed it had been a long time since he had spoken so candidly with his senior brother.

Yuanshi continued.

"It's just that your disciples—back on Kunlun Mountain, they stirred up nothing but trouble, fighting and contending for dominance. You must have seen it with your own eyes."

"When they descend the mountain for training, they do nothing proper, only increase their karma, slaughter the innocent wantonly, and ruin the Jie Sect's reputation."

"The name of a sage's lineage becomes their umbrella for lawless behavior."

"The Three Pure Ones share the same origin. As your senior brother and the Uncle Master of the Jie Sect's disciples, I ought to speak a few words."

A look of deep melancholy spread across Tongtian's face.

His sigh revealed a trace of bitterness from the depths of his heart.

"Senior Brother, but the sacred path I have realized is to seize a thread of life and teach all beings."

"They are all creatures with affinity to the Jie Sect. I, This Humble Daoist, am duty-bound to teach them skills."

"If they pass the trials yet do not enter the Jie Sect, would that not contradict my Dao?"

Yuanshi seemed to have already formed an opinion and spoke softly.

"Teaching all beings is not just about imparting skills; virtue must also be properly cultivated."

"I understand your difficulties, but I also hope you will think carefully—what is there to teach such despicable people?"

"Think it over for yourself. I, This Humble Daoist, can only say so much."

Tongtian nodded in deep agreement.

"In truth, I have also thought of punishing them severely. But when it comes down to it, I can never bring myself to be ruthless."

"After all, they are my disciples."

He knew in his heart that when the Jie Sect's disciples descended the mountain for training, As their master, Tongtian would certainly keep an eye on them.

But the Jie Sect simply had too many disciples.

Most of the time, he had no time to attend to them.

He could only focus on a few inner disciples like Duobao, And on exceptionally talented Outer disciples like San Xiao, Zhao Gongming, and the Seven Attendant Immortals.

They absolutely must not flaunt their power under his banner.

Ever since the incident where Xuandan killed a Jie Sect Outer disciple, Tongtian began to pay attention to those disciples he had rarely noticed before.

He hadn't looked—and when he did, he was shocked.

Most of them acted with reckless arrogance, calling themselves sage disciples and throwing their weight around.

Their cultivation was merely at the Heavenly Immortal or Mysterious Immortal level, yet their ambitions soared to the heavens.

Take Lü Yue, for instance—when a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal powerhouse came to drive him away, He showed not a shred of fear, but instead used his identity as a sage's disciple to shout the man off.

With such behavior, how could the beings of the Prehistoric World possibly hold any goodwill toward the Jie Sect?

As Tongtian sank into thought, Yuanshi suddenly spoke: "If you can't bring yourself to be ruthless, why not let your elder brother lend you a hand?"

Tongtian was taken aback, turning to look at his brother.

Yuanshi cleared his throat lightly: "Don't misunderstand. I was merely thinking—the three of us have each established our own sects for quite some time now. Perhaps we should let our disciples spar with one another."

"Since you've also noticed misconduct among your disciples, we can use this sparring to pick out a few outstanding ones. Let them manage the rest, check and balance each other, and conduct internal self-examination. Look at Huanglong and Xuandan on this trip down the mountain—they've already helped you eliminate a few pests. That's all good."

"As sages, how can we keep wasting time on such matters? Letting them handle it themselves is the most fitting approach."

Tongtian mulled it over. There was nothing wrong with this proposal.

He looked at Yuanshi with a teasing grin: "Senior Brother, if those Golden Immortals of your Chan Sect lose, don't blame me for bruising your pride."

Yuanshi shot Tongtian a glare: "I personally instruct them, constantly test them, and discipline them strictly. Could that possibly be worse than your free-range Jie Sect?"

Just then, Taiqing sensed their intentions and flew over from the Eight Sceneries Palace, laughing heartily:

"Yuanshi, I think you also want to prop up the Chan Sect's reputation and save a bit of face for yourself, don't you?"

He looked at Yuanshi and Tongtian with a knowing smile.

As the eldest brother, he understood these two younger brothers better than anyone.

Yuanshi cared deeply about face. Huanglong had been injured by Lü Yue, making it seem as though the Chan Sect disciples were beneath those of the Jie Sect—how could he accept that?

This proposal carried his intention to oversee the disciples of all three sects, but also a desire to reclaim some lost pride.

As for Tongtian... he was good in every way, except he was too sentimental, unable to harden his heart toward those close to him.

"Still, the disciples of our three Xuan Sect branches ought to interact more."

"I think Yuanshi's suggestion is quite good. It's time to tighten the reins on the disciples of all three sects."

Tongtian naturally had no objections. In fact, he was rather eager to let his two elder brothers see that the skills of the disciples he had personally taught were in no way inferior to theirs.

The three sages made their decision and immediately began discussing the details.

Meanwhile, Huanglong had already brought Xuandan to the Dragon Palace's domain.

But there were no Yaksha on patrol, nor any sign of Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals.

A thick demonic aura blanketed the entire Dragon Palace.

Black clouds churned across the sky, and the demonic energy was overwhelming.

A sense of foreboding rose in the hearts of Huanglong and Xuandan.

Chapter 23: The Dragon Clan's Crisis—Can Xuandan Resolve It?

Demonic aura shrouded the Dragon Palace's domain.

Fortunately, no demons blocked Huanglong and Xuandan's path.

They entered the palace smoothly.

The Dragon Palace's splendor opened Xuandan's eyes wide.

It was built from unfrozen ice and endless crystal.

Countless luminous pearls lined both sides, lighting the dark seabed.

Two towering pillars at the palace entrance coiled with Five-Clawed Golden Dragons.

Great Dao Runes radiating mysterious auras made Xuandan marvel in wonder.

No wonder the Dragon Clan's wealth was famous throughout the Prehistoric World.

Just looking at this dwelling made it clear.

As Xuandan followed Huanglong into the palace, Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals, along with Clam Maidens, finally appeared, moving about.

They all bowed respectfully to Huanglong.

Having served the Dragon Clan for years, they naturally knew his identity.

Xuandan couldn't help but be surprised.

He hadn't expected that while his senior brother was unpopular in the Chan Sect, he commanded such a grand presence in the Dragon Palace.

Soon, they reached the inner hall.

The Dragon King sat in the place of honor, with a dragon's head and a human body.

His brow had been furrowed with worry, but when he saw Huanglong return, his face lit up with joy. He quickly rose and strode forward to greet him.

"Nephew, you've finally returned."

Then his gaze fell on Xuandan, and he asked, "And this is?"