My brother is so cunning

Chapter 989 Why do we need to know each other before we meet?
What kind of deity is the Creator Celestial Venerable?
Never heard of it!
Yun Zhongzi's doubts deepened. Two hundred years was not a long time for immortals; it would pass in the blink of an eye while playing a game of chess.

It's not unusual for a new god to emerge every two hundred years. The Heavenly Court selects virtuous people from the mortal world to be enfeoffed as gods every sixty years. But for a Heavenly Venerable to emerge every two hundred years is somewhat inconceivable.

The title "Celestial Venerable" implies "supreme and noble." Yun Zhongzi's master was a saint, and his divine title was simply Celestial Venerable.

Achieving the position of Heavenly Venerable is not much easier than cultivating to the level of Primordial Golden Immortal. Just as saints are divided into those who become saints by severing their three corpses and those who become saints by accumulating merit, Heavenly Venerables are also divided into those who obtain a divine position conferred by the Heavenly Dao through cultivation and those who are conferred a divine position by accumulating immeasurable merit.

To gain the approval of the Heavenly Dao and be granted the title of Heavenly Venerable, the passing grade is the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm. Among the twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, several Hunyuan Golden Immortal senior brothers have obtained the title of Heavenly Venerable.

To be granted the title of Heavenly Venerable through merit, the amount of merit required is enormous; even the merit accumulated from saving the world in a previous life wouldn't be enough.

This Creator Heavenly Venerable was someone Yun Zhongzi had never heard of when he came to the Heavenly Court to attend the Peach Banquet last time. He just appeared out of nowhere. What was the basis for his conferment of the Heavenly Venerable divine position?

Practice?

Absolutely not. Cultivation is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Especially after transcending tribulations and becoming an immortal, each advancement to a higher realm takes thousands of years. For a Golden Immortal to advance to a Primordial Golden Immortal, even more opportunities are needed; otherwise, wasting thousands of years would be nothing but a mirage.

There are only a handful of immortals with profound cultivation levels in the Three Realms. They are all veteran powerhouses who have experienced the Investiture of the Gods. No matter how talented a cultivator in the mortal realm may be, without sufficient resources, it is impossible for them to rise rapidly in a short period of time.

The immortal energy required for a True Immortal to advance to a Golden Immortal is obtained by absorbing it for a thousand years in the most fertile blessed land in the Heavenly Realm, while also consuming immortal pills every day.

Absorbing celestial energy in the celestial realm for one day is equivalent to cultivating in the most spiritually rich blessed land in the mortal realm for one year. The spiritual energy transformed from a single celestial pill is equivalent to the total spiritual energy provided by the pills made from the spiritual herbs collected by a cultivation sect in the mortal realm in one year.

The difference in resource acquisition speed is too great; it is impossible for any super genius to rise in the mortal realm and threaten even the lowest-ranking celestial being.

If it's not through cultivation that one is granted the title of Venerable, then it's through merit and virtue that one is granted the title of Venerable.

Yun Zhongzi has always valued humanity and frequently observes the mortal realm. Before going into seclusion, he did not find any highly respected individuals in the mortal realm.

Furthermore, the merits accumulated by some virtuous people in the mortal realm throughout their lives are far from sufficient to qualify them for the title of Venerable.

Filled with deep questions, Yun Zhongzi was escorted into the Creation Immortal Palace and led all the way to the main hall.

The main hall of the celestial palace was brightly lit. In the center of the hall stood a majestic metal throne. Although the hall was well-lit, the throne was surrounded by a thin mist, making it impossible to see the face of the god sitting on it.

"This cultivator attacked a demon clan official stationed in the Daqi Autonomous Region and has been captured by the Demon Extermination Mobile Force. His criminal record surveillance video and the police recorder video of the arrest have been uploaded to the cloud. Please decide on his fate, Master."

The puppet in charge reported to the person sitting on the throne in a muffled voice, without explaining the details of the matter, as if the great god already knew.

Little did Yun Zhongzi know that the moment he entered the government office building, he had already entered the range of surveillance cameras, and his every move was being recorded.

As he launched his attack in Puna's office, the Skynet warning had already been transmitted to the Heavenly Court's information center, and the Demon-Slaying Mobile Force was already on standby.

As soon as Puna donned the civil official Iron Man armor, the distress call was transmitted to the Heavenly Court. The mobile force initiated the delivery procedure, and the capture team was already lined up and ready to depart.

At the same time, reconnaissance satellites and high-altitude drones simultaneously locked onto Yun Zhongzi, who was chasing Puna towards that remote mountain forest.

The entire video recording was transmitted in real time to Wen Rui, who was sitting in the Immortal Palace of Creation.

Without needing any explanation, Wen Rui already understood the whole story.

"Uncle-Master Yun Zhongzi, how have you been?"

Behind the misty light curtain, a voice that sounded somewhat familiar to Yun Zhongzi rang out.

For a moment, I couldn't recall where I'd heard that before. Calling himself "Master Uncle"—could he be a disciple of the Chan Sect?

Yun Zhongzi's mind raced as he recalled the younger members of the Chan Sect who had made it onto the Investiture of the Gods list, filtering through their names one by one in his mind.

Nezha?

Impossible. That kid is a troublemaker. It's already a good deed if he doesn't cause trouble. Being able to succeed his father as a Heavenly King is the greatest fortune he could ever have. Unless Heaven is blind, it would never grant him the title of Heavenly Venerable.

Huang Tianhua?
That's impossible. That kid is only slightly better than Nezha, and he's not a steady person. His ability is limited to assisting his father in guarding Mount Tai.

Yang Jian?

Even more impossible. Just before going into seclusion, Yun Zhongzi had heard that the boy had caused a major disaster, slaughtering through 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, breaking into the Lingxiao Palace, and almost giving his own uncle a major beating. Even if the Heavenly Dao wanted to bestow the title of Heavenly Venerable upon Yang Jian, his Jade Emperor uncle would not agree.

He's just a True Lord and he dares to storm the Lingxiao Palace and beat up his uncle? Even if he's made a Heavenly Venerable, he still doesn't want his uncle's life!

Wei Hu, Jin Zha, and Mu Zha all joined the Western Religion.

Tu Xingsun was a person with six incomplete senses.

……

After counting the younger generation of the Chan Sect, it seems that none of them are up to par; they are either rebellious or unfit for important tasks.

Of course, Yun Zhongzi's disciple Lei Zhenzi was also a member of the younger generation of the Chan Sect, but Yun Zhongzi never considered the possibility that the Creation Celestial Venerable was Lei Zhenzi. The reason is simple: if it were Lei Zhenzi, he would not call him "Uncle-Master" but would directly call him "Master".

"You are the Creator Celestial Venerable? You are my disciple? Who exactly are you?"

Yun Zhongzi asked in succession.

The person behind the light curtain laughed and said, "Uncle, you really have a bad memory. I met you once before, and you don't even remember me after only five hundred years?"

Five hundred years ago...

Yun Zhongzi's heart sank, and a sense of foreboding arose spontaneously.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I forgot to remove the divine sense shielding field. No wonder my master didn't recognize me."

The person behind the light curtain seemed to realize something and suddenly said, "Those chanting monks from the Western Sect always use their 'heavenly eyes' to spy on me, so I have no choice but to take precautions."

The light curtain that had been obscuring the throne dissipated, revealing a handsome face that Yun Zhongzi recognized all too well.

“Lord Wen…” Yun Zhongzi was taken aback, but quickly realized, “Wait, you look too young. You are Wen Zhong’s mortal son… I think his name is Wen…”

He paused for a moment, realizing that he hadn't really considered Wen Rui, a mere mortal, to be a significant figure back then. Fortunately, the immortal had an exceptional memory, and he remembered it even though he had only heard of it a few times.

"Wen Rui!"

"Yes, that's me."

Wen Rui stroked his beard and smiled, "Hello, dear enemy who killed my father. It's been five hundred years since we last met."

(End of this chapter)