Bei Ming had not sent many Literary Sect disciples to the West.
It was merely one of the Eight Immortals in Attendance, along with several Nominal Disciples.
The Chan Sect could not possibly commit too much of its strength to the West either.
After all, the truly important matter was still the Investiture Cataclysm.
The Chan Sect's main force had to remain in the Eastern Continent to deal with the coming wind and waves.
Daoist Randeng and Kushou exchanged a glance.
Each harbored their own thoughts, yet neither dared hesitate.
They could only step out from the ranks together, straighten their robes and gather their sleeves, then bow deeply and stand silently with lowered heads, awaiting Yuanshi Tianzun's orders.
Yuanshi looked down at the crowd. "You two will represent my Chan Sect and head to the West first.
"Spread the Chan Sect's teachings among the local beings and carry out the work of teaching and transforming them."
Randeng and Kushou reluctantly answered, "This disciple accepts the order."
At that moment, Randeng was filled with grief and indignation.
When he had joined the Chan Sect all those years ago, he had thought he could seize this opportunity to advance further.
Yet after all these years, he had gained neither opportunities nor Spirit Treasures.
Instead, he had become the Twelve Golden Immortals' nanny, and now he even had to preach in that barren land of the West.
Outrageous! They had gone too far!
Yet no matter how dissatisfied he was, Randeng did not dare reveal the slightest hint of defiance before Yuanshi.
Saints did not bully the weak.
In the Primordial Wilderness, that saying was actually nothing but a False proposition, with no real binding force whatsoever.
If someone showed even the slightest offense, a single accusation of "disrespecting a Saint" would