The Primordial Era: The Mythical Path Beginning with the Jie Sect

Chapter 125 Yang Jiao, Yang Jian; Disciples of the Chan Sect?

The man on the left outside the Lingxiao Palace had eyes that seemed to be cast from molten gold, with dragon-shaped phantoms appearing between his eyelids. His sword-like eyebrows stood upright like double blades drawn from their sheaths, and a faint crimson dragon pattern appeared on his forehead, flickering with his breath. The golden scales on his armor moved on their own, emitting a clear and melodious dragon roar.

The one on the right had lowered eyelids that revealed starlight, and his silkworm eyebrows were adorned with fine golden light. Deep in his pupils, there seemed to be a Qilin stepping on clouds. His indigo faceplate was covered with auspicious cloud patterns on a tortoise shell. On the three-pointed, double-edged weapon lying across his knees, auspicious dew continuously condensed, which turned into emerald-colored Qilin claw prints when it fell to the ground.

Ran Deng could tell from the magical treasures on the two men that they must be Wu Yi, Haotian's two nephews.

The Heavenly Court is truly wealthy! Only the Ziwei Palace can compare to it in terms of the sheer number of innate spiritual treasures it possesses.
Moreover, although the two were at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, they subtly gave Daoist Ran Deng a sense of crisis.

Comparing people is a recipe for disaster; comparing goods is a recipe for disaster. We are all destined for the same fate, yet the differences between us are too great.

"Greetings, Your Highnesses. This is the Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, who has come to pay his respects to Your Majesty."

"Oh." The young man on the right nodded, then closed his eyes.

The person on the left smiles and gestures.

Venus led the Taoist Ran Deng into the Lingxiao Palace.

"Your Majesty, Daoist Ran Deng has arrived," Taibai Jinxing said to Haotian.

"Haha, fellow Daoist, you've come to see my good-for-nothing nephew, haven't you!" Haotian laughed heartily, in high spirits, finally ready to leave.

After they left, the Heavenly Court moved directly to the Thirty-Sixth Heaven. The next time they meet will probably be after the Investiture of the Gods.

By then, the two nephews would probably have grown up and wouldn't be so "naive" anymore.

"Your Majesty, the Investiture of the Gods in Xiqi has suffered a setback. The Shang general Zhang Guifang has learned a strange art that no ordinary warrior can defeat. Furthermore, His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor has decreed that cultivators must not fight against mortals. Therefore, I have come here to seek your help. I hope Your Majesty will grant my request," said Daoist Ran Deng respectfully.

Although Haotian was only the original ruler of the Heavenly Court, his divine position will not change after the Investiture of the Gods.

Even with his current strength, Haotian is still a name to be reckoned with in the Three Realms. Although he is the vice leader of the Chan Sect, his strength is far inferior to Haotian's. Respect for the strong is one of the unwritten rules of the prehistoric world.

"I grant your permission, Taibai. Summon Longji, Jiao'er, and Jian'er," Haotian said calmly.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Taibai respectfully accepted the order and withdrew from the Lingxiao Palace.

Before long, Venus led in a noblewoman in overalls and two dashing young men from the doorway.

"Greetings, Father!"

"Greetings, Uncle!" *2
The three of them bowed respectfully to Haotian.

"Yes, the reason I have summoned you here is that the great tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods has arrived. You are all destined by Heaven, and it is time for you to go down and undergo this tribulation." Haotian's majestic voice resounded throughout the Lingxiao Palace.

"Yes!"

The three of them said in unison.

Haotian nodded in satisfaction, then said to Daoist Randeng, "Fellow Daoist, I entrust the person to you. I hope you will take good care of him."

Daoist Ran Deng cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty is joking. These three have all reached the Great Luo Perfection stage and have also cultivated His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor's Ten Fierce Divine Powers. Even Quasi-Saints would not be their match. They are the pride of our time."

The combined strength of the three of them would be a force to be reckoned with, even for a great supernatural being. I am still far from achieving the Three Corpses realm, so how could I possibly offer any assistance?"

"Fellow Daoist is too modest. Although these three have achieved some success, they are still not among the top in the prehistoric world. The term 'prodigy' should not be used lightly," Haotian said modestly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, clearly indicating that he was quite pleased.

"After you descend to the mortal realm, you must not tarnish the prestige of the Heavenly Court, and you must obey all arrangements and not act arbitrarily." After exchanging a few polite words with Ran Deng, Haotian turned to Long Ji and the other two and instructed them. Haotian was not too concerned about the safety of the three, because they all possessed the Ten Fierce Spiritual Treasures. Defeating them would be easy, but killing them would be prevented by the Ten Fierce Spiritual Treasures.

With the Ten Fierce Spiritual Treasures fully unleashed, it's estimated that they would be unmatched in the entire prehistoric world! Of course, this excludes those from the Ziwei Palace, the Thirty-Six Heavens, and the Underworld.

Anyway, he tried it, and ended up getting beaten up badly.

The three nodded and then followed the Taoist Ran Deng down to the mortal realm.

After telling the three men the location of Xiqi, the Taoist Ran Deng parted ways with them.

They went to the caves of other Chan Sect disciples. There was no other way. Although Longji and the others were powerful and had reached the Great Luo Perfection Realm, they couldn't just ask any random person with supernatural abilities to help them. That would be a waste of their talents, and they might not even help anyway.

The strong have their pride, and they disdain to attack the weak who are far inferior in strength.

Therefore, the only option is to look for other disciples of the Chan Sect who have been chosen for the Investiture of the Gods.

Longji and the others were aware of this situation, so they did not rush there immediately. Instead, they leisurely flew towards Xiqi, enjoying the scenery of the primordial mortal realm.

"Cousin, how powerful is the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass that Uncle got for you?" Yang Jian couldn't help but ask Long Ji.

"What? Do you want to test His power?" Longji said with a half-smile.

Yang Jian quickly shook his head. He didn't want to try. Although the Ten Fierce Spiritual Treasures had never attacked him, he had seen them fight with his uncle.

Even someone as powerful as his uncle was easily beaten to the ground by the Ten Fiends. He can't even beat his uncle now, so he dares not fight against the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

It is said that the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass has the most powerful attack, and if one is not careful, he will die before he even gets started.

"Cousin, Erlang was just a little curious, he didn't mean anything by it," Yang Jiao said with a smile, trying to smooth things over.

"Nonsense! Do you think I can't see it? Humph!" Longji rolled her eyes at the two of them. She had watched these two grow up since they came to the Heavenly Court, except for their cultivation time. She knew their personalities very well.

Erlang Yang Jian is lively, active, warlike, and simple-minded, but he is also very thoughtful.

The eldest brother, Yang Jiao, is somewhat different. Although he appears gentle and refined, he is actually quite cunning. If you are fooled by his appearance, you might end up being tricked by him.

"Sigh! My cousin has a deep-seated prejudice against my brother and me!" Yang Jiao sighed, looking somewhat dejected.

"Hmph!" Longji snorted coldly, ignoring the two, and sped up, heading towards Xiqi.

Yang Jiao and Yang Jian exchanged a glance, burst into laughter, and then chased after him.

When the three arrived at Xiqi City, a truce flag was still hanging high above the city gate.

When Jiang Ziya heard the news and welcomed the three into his tent, many disciples of the Chan Sect also came to help.

Their arrogant attitude, as if they were the most important person in the world, left Yang Jiao and his two companions looking at each other in bewilderment.

Are these disciples of the Chan Sect? They must be fake!

His cultivation level is low, but his temper is quite big! If he were to travel in the prehistoric world, would he really be safe and sound just by relying on the name of the Chan Sect?

(End of this chapter)