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

Soon, Clam Maidens brought forth spiritual wine and fine delicacies.

The disciples of the three sects needed no tables or chairs; they sat cross-legged on the ground, drinking and singing loudly.

Never before had they been so united, setting aside the grudges of Kunlun Mountain.

Duobao drank heartily, wine streaming down his neck.

He directly hooked an arm around Guang Chengzi's shoulder, grinning.

"Brother, you're always so dignified and stern. Today, no matter what, you have to drink your fill."

Guang Chengzi smiled faintly, shaking his head helplessly as he took the wine cup and drained it in one gulp.

Chi Jingzi stood up, clapping his hands in admiration.

"Brother, you've got a sea of tolerance! This Humble Daoist will match you!"

Beside Qiu Shou Xian sat Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun.

Already flushed red from drinking, Qiu Shou Xian patted Manjushri on the shoulder.

"We've fought on Kunlun Mountain no less than a hundred times—fifty at the very least. Do you admit defeat?"

Manjushri glanced at Qiu Shou Xian and scolded him with a laugh.

"The number of times you've won can be counted on one hand."

"How can you have the nerve to ask This Humble Daoist if I admit defeat?"

Qiu Shou Xian's face turned crimson, whether from drink or shame.

"What are you saying? Just tell me—did I win or not?"

"This Humble Daoist, an outer disciple of the Jie Sect, beat you, a direct disciple of the Chan Sect. Now tell me, do you admit defeat or not?"

Manjushri slowly raised his wine cup, still speaking in a casual tone.

"We are all disciples of the Xuan Sect, under the Three Pure Ones. What's this about outer disciples of the Jie Sect or direct disciples of the Chan Sect?"

"You and I are Fellow Disciples. Don't speak nonsense."

The other Chan Sect disciples and Jie Sect outer disciples gathered around were momentarily stunned.

They quickly came to their senses, a gleam of understanding flashing in their eyes, and raised their cups to drink heartily.

"That's right—we're all Fellow Disciples. No dividing lines between you, me, or him. Bottoms up!"

"Drink!"

The faces of the three sects' disciples beamed with genuine smiles.

They raised their cups and drank freely, the prejudices once held on Kunlun Mountain now gone without a trace.

Outside the Dragon Palace, countless Strange Beasts roared in waves, slamming against the palace's formation with all their instinct-driven might.

Inside the Dragon Palace, the disciples of the three sects had already begun raising their cups and singing at the top of their lungs.

It was as if there were no distinctions between the three sects, no difference between inner and outer disciples.

Fellow Disciples shared a bond of fate; the Three Pure Ones sprang from the same root.

It seemed there should never have been any real division.

The Three Pure Ones were one family—how could the disciples of the three sects be any different?

Their faces full of smiles, they raised their cups, drank, and sang loudly.

The melodious song drifted out of the Dragon Palace, and the roars of the Strange Beasts became the most wonderful accompaniment.

The song they sang went like this—

"Dragon Palace wine costs ten thousand a cask, Kunlun's path sought for ten thousand years.

Meeting with spirit, we drink for you, swords pointed at Strange Beasts beneath the azure sea.

The three sects' disciples feast together, debating merits of battle on the Eastern Sea.

Sages favor us with wondrous teachings, disciples test their swords, startling ten thousand immortals.

At dawn we sail the Eastern Sea, at dusk we reach Kunlun; in the cave's sun and moon, I am the sky.

The sword in its scabbard roars without cease—until I meet a kindred soul, I swear not to pass it on!"

Chapter 30: The Three Sects Unite, Warm Wine Slays Taiyi

Boom!!!

The entire Dragon Palace suddenly shook and trembled.

The surrounding night pearls flickered, dimming and brightening, highlighting a sense of crisis.

The disciples of the three sects, who had been drinking and singing joyfully, stopped their movements.

The smiles on their faces vanished, replaced by worry.

The East Sea Dragon King's figure appeared in an instant, flustered and exasperated.

"Young Friends, the formation can't hold any longer—the beasts have broken through."

He was happy to see the disciples of the Three Teachings drinking and singing merrily within the Dragon Palace.

But now the situation was dire, and clearly not the time for it.

The disciples of the Three Teachings rose one after another, ready to lend their aid.

Yet a hearty laugh rang out, drawing everyone to a halt.

"Fellow disciples, don't be anxious—leave this to This Humble Daoist!"

Duobao, his face flushed red, swayed as he stood, gripping the Qingping Sword and issuing bold words.

His gaze fell on Xuan Du, and he spoke drunkenly.

"Burp... Senior Brother, on Kunlun Mountain we rarely even meet."

"Today, watch the sword in my hand—you must warm the wine for me."

Xuan Du smiled and raised his cup, Samadhi True Fire blazing hot.

"The wine is already warm, awaiting your triumphant return, Junior Brother."

Duobao threw back his head and laughed, then transformed into a streak of light, shooting straight toward the breach in the formation.

The crowd present continued drinking, quietly awaiting good news.

Outside the Dragon Palace.

Duobao, reeking of wine, swung the Qingping Sword, and Sword Qi stretched across a hundred thousand miles.

Silver radiance hung upside down from the sky, and the biting Sword Qi carried a thick killing intent as it swept over billions of beasts.

In an instant, blood dyed the seawater red, and severed limbs flew through the air.

He casually tossed out the formation materials bestowed by Tongtian.

His hands moved through Magic Seals without pause, carving dozens of Great Dao Inscriptions.

The formation, which had been breached, was repaired in the blink of an eye.

He turned back to face the surging tide of beasts, tilted his head, and downed another gourd of wine.

"Haha! What a thrill! What a thrill!"

Sword in hand, he charged forth, and a cyan Sword Qi split the Sea Domain.

In an instant, it claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands of beasts.

Duobao casually took the head of a Golden Immortal Beast and returned to the Dragon Palace.

The blood-soaked head was tossed carelessly to the ground.

All around him, the eyes of his Fellow Disciples shone with admiration.

"A little something to go with the wine for all you Fellow Disciples—cheers!"

Xuan Du tossed his wine gourd over; the wine had not yet gone cold.

"Drink with me!"

By now, the East Sea Dragon King was stunned speechless.

Wait—were all Saint's Disciples this terrifying?

The Dragon Palace Grand Array, fixed with a casual hand.

A Golden Immortal Beast, slain with a single sword stroke.

He came to his senses and hurriedly called for the Clam Maidens to take the beast's head away for processing, his heart already filled with awe.

"I must serve these precious disciples of the Saints well. To befriend a Saint's Disciple is also a stroke of fortune for my Dragon Palace."

Xuandan, caught up in the revelry, rose directly and pulled out a large handful of refined pills.

"Fellow Disciples, for coming to my aid, This Humble Daoist is truly beyond grateful."

"It just so happens I have some refined pills here—don't stand on ceremony, take them all."

The East Sea Dragon King's eyes lit up instantly.

He nearly rushed forward to kowtow and prostrate himself, just to receive those pills.

But the surrounding disciples of the Three Teachings suddenly fell silent.

They exchanged glances, forcing awkward smiles.

Xuan Du quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Junior Brother, that's not right. We're all Fellow Disciples—why speak of gifts of thanks?"

Guang Chengzi recalled how Huanglong had earlier turned into a Loli.

He too raised his cup and stepped forward to soothe the mood.

"Junior Brother, say no more of gifts or thanks. Drink, drink!"