Back on Mount Sumeru, having received guidance from the Dao Ancestor, Jieyin and Zhunti simultaneously swore to the heavens. "Today, Jieyin and Zhunti have witnessed the suffering of the living beings of the West. We are willing to establish a religion, the Western Sect, with compassion as its doctrine. Let the Twelve-grade Golden Merit Lotus suppress its destiny. The Western Sect is established."
With a rumble, the Heavenly Dao Oath bestowed merit. The living beings of the Primordial Wilderness all watched in anticipation, but there was no violet qi, no Saintly Might—nothing at all.
Within Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuanzi burst into laughter. "Disciple, look at Jieyin and Zhunti. They actually failed to become Saints by establishing a religion? This is too hilarious."
In the Sea of Blood, Minghe also laughed until he doubled over. He said to the Four Great Heavenly Demon Kings of the Asura Religion, "What a waste of Primordial Violet Qi on those two pieces of trash. If it had gone to this ancestor, I would certainly have become a Saint. Yet those two only made themselves half-baked. Now, in a one-on-one fight, they might not even be able to defeat me."
Seeing this, Jieyin and Zhunti helplessly began making Great Vows. "When I become Buddha..."
They made seven times seven, forty-nine Great Vows in succession before finally gathering enough merit for Becoming a Saint. (There were originally forty-eight Great Vows, but Zhunti had been beaten too many times. His cultivation could not keep up, so they needed one more.)
After a frenzied round of borrowing, they finally obtained enough merit to prove their Dao and become Saints. As Saintly Might swept across the Primordial Wilderness—whoops—it was not as effective as the other Saints'. Anyone with quasi-Saint cultivation remained standing.
Inside Pangu Hall, the Ancestor Witches were holding a meeting. Dijiang roared furiously, "Those damned Jieyin and Zhunti actually dared trick us into letting Zhunti go, saying there would be merit after they became Saints? They still owe merit now! Looks like they cannot repay it. What do we do?"
Zhu Jiuyin's face was livid. "We absolutely cannot let their Western Sect have an easy time. Everyone, think of a plan."
Gou Mang said, "What is there to consider? We can just march into the West and attack them. I think Saints should have varying levels of strength too. We are already used to beating up Zhunti. Even if he became a Saint, I am not afraid of him."
Houtu said, "Second Brother, do not be hasty. We can bring Bo Huang along for this. After all, he was the witness."
Xuanming said, "Little Sister is just too cautious. If you ask me, why are we even holding a meeting over beating up Jieyin and Zhunti? Are we the sort who use our brains? Attack first. We can talk if we lose."
Ru Shou, however, felt that they should first ask Bo Huang what to do...
After the meeting dragged on for quite some time, Dijiang said, "All of you, shut up. Get ready. We are attacking Mount Sumeru."
Just as they were about to set off, Bo Huang requested an audience outside Pangu Hall. Before Dijiang could grant permission, Bo Huang had already entered on his own. "We are all old acquaintances, so I will not stand on ceremony."
Dijiang said, "What are you here for? We are about to head to Mount Sumeru and cause trouble for those two shameless bastards."
Bo Huang said, "I am here to help. This time, we must focus on talks and use force only as a supplement. They are both Saints now. Even if you chop them to death, they can come back to life. Beating them up would not mean much beyond venting your anger. Leave the rest to me."
With that, Bo Huang jumped directly onto Zhu Rong's shoulder and rode there. "I am short and my legs are short. Negotiating like this will look more imposing."
Zhu Rong's expression changed, and he was about to grab him down. Then Bo Huang climbed to his ear and whispered something. Zhu Rong immediately behaved himself. What did Bo Huang say? He helped Zhu Rong fill in several missing words from his cultivation technique.
Do not ask why Ancestor Witches at such a high realm still dared not practice a cultivation technique missing part of its text. With this sort of thing, the slightest deviation could lead to an error a thousand miles away. If a cultivation technique missing even one word went wrong, even an Ancestor Witch would suffer aching balls.
So, Zhu Rong readily agreed to let Bo Huang ride on his shoulders for a while.
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