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At this moment, Ran Deng had completely calmed down.

The current situation is clearly unfavorable to him, so how could he continue to fight?

"Fellow Daoist of the Jie Sect, your cultivation is profound, I admire you greatly. Let's end our exchange here today, and perhaps we can have another chance to spar in the future."

After saying a few nice words, Ran Deng looked at Guang Chengzi and the others, "I wonder what Brother Guang Chengzi thinks?"

"Since the Vice Master has spoken, we will naturally obey." Guang Chengzi cupped his hands, acting as if he were the boss and had the final say, without mentioning at all that the Twelve Golden Immortals had no chance of winning.

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Chapter 790 The Lingering Fear of Burning the Lamp, Power is Poisonous and Intoxicating to Immortals (3/5, Please Subscribe)

"Since you fellow Daoists of the Chan Sect have enjoyed yourselves, then we of the Jie Sect will not linger any longer."

Yunxiao cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, clearly indicating that he was asking Yunxiao to leave.

The members of the Chan Sect, having suffered a defeat, were too ashamed to stay. They said "see you later" and then slunk away on a cloud amidst the mockery of the Jie Sect members.

"It really vented my anger." Yunxiao returned to Biyou Palace in a great mood.

Zhao Gongming naturally knew that his sister had acted on his behalf, and he chuckled and shook his head.

"Don't take this to heart and let it disrupt your spiritual practice."

“Brother, you’re overthinking it.” Yunxiao shook his head. “By the way, I got news from Senior Brother Duobao that the Heavenly Court doesn’t have the Investiture of the Gods. It seems that the Investiture of the Gods is either with the Patriarch or with Senior Uncle.”

Zhao Gongming frowned: "This makes things difficult."

There was no way to snatch it from these two.

Once the fighting starts, that will be the decisive battle.

Yunxiao nodded: "However, since the Investiture of the Gods is not in the Heavenly Court, Senior Brother Duobao and the others will not be bound by it, which is actually a good thing. As for the Investiture of the Gods, we can seize it when we have the opportunity."

Zhao Gongming nodded: "That's true. Junior sister, you should return to Three Immortal Islands. With your brother in charge at Golden Turtle Island, there shouldn't be any problems."

"it is good."

Yunxiao nodded, rode on auspicious clouds, and left directly.

16...

The Twelve Golden Immortals and Randeng left Jin'ao Island looking disheveled. Even after returning to Kunlun, everyone still treated Randeng with disdain.

All the plans we made have come to nothing.

Guang Chengzi lost face and was defeated, while Randeng lost a top-grade innate merit treasure.

The Chan Sect was also dragged into this mess and lost face.

“Brother Guangchengzi, I have a guess,” Ran Deng suddenly said. “Yunxiao’s cultivation is so astonishing, almost beyond the Quasi-Saint realm. Could it be that she has already attained Dao?”

Upon hearing this, Guang Chengzi's expression changed, and he looked at Randeng with an expression that seemed to say, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Sanctification?

In the primordial world, who doesn't know how difficult it is to become a saint?

The path to sainthood through the Three Corpses is almost a dead end.

Since Hongjun, no one has successfully traversed a single path.

What virtue or ability does Yunxiao possess to become a saint?

Moreover, he achieved sainthood silently and without a sound.

Guang Chengzi saw Ran Deng's words as an attempt to shirk responsibility and, moreover, as a way to save face.

After all, it's somewhat shameful to lose to a quasi-saint of the same level.

It would be understandable if they were defeated by a sage.

"Vice Leader, your ideas are truly ingenious. I am seriously injured and need to return to the mountain to recuperate. I will not chat with you any longer." Guang Chengzi cupped his hands, rode on a cloud, and left without looking back.

Upon seeing this, Chi Jingzi and the others quickly said, "Senior brother, please wait, let's go together."

In the blink of an eye, all twelve Golden Immortals had vanished.

Even Cihang, Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and Julusun, who were usually on good terms with Randeng, did not remain.

There's no other reason than that the lamp was too unfair to people.

If we lose, we lose.

Instead, he said that Yunxiao was a saint.

If they really believed that, wouldn't the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect become fools?

Isn't this an insult to the intelligence of the Twelve Golden Immortals?

Although the term IQ doesn't exist in this era.

However, that's the meaning.

The four immortals usually associate with Randeng, not because they have a particularly good relationship with him, but because Randeng has a wide circle of friends and many connections that can help them advance further.

Now that they see that Ran Deng is unreliable, how could they dare to stay?

Other thoughts even arose in his mind: He should think more carefully about what he was doing with the lamp in the future, otherwise he might get tricked.

It's no wonder the four great masters had such thoughts. In the Chan Sect, if one wasn't quick-witted enough, one could easily be dragged into taking the blame.

"Ugh!"

Seeing that everyone had left in the blink of an eye, Ran Deng sighed, his face full of bitterness.

This scheme has truly resulted in a double loss.

Not only was the treasure for proving the Dao lost, but the good relationship established within the Chan Sect was also completely destroyed.

It can be said that his countless years of hard work in the Chan Sect have all gone to waste today.

The person who lit the lamp was heartbroken; it was indescribable.

"That's right, it was all because of that Taoist priest's words that I instigated the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect to go to Jin'ao Island." A sudden flash of inspiration struck Ran Deng, and he became alert. "Wait, who is that Taoist priest, and why do I believe his words so readily?"

Thinking of this, Randeng dared not think any further.

Who else but a saint could be able to fall for such a trap as him, a quasi-saint?

He has clearly fallen into the sage's trap!

"Danger!" Cold sweat beaded on Ran Deng's forehead. "We mustn't leave the mountain before this great calamity is over!"

Ran Deng was scared half to death. At this moment, he didn't even have the thought of attaining enlightenment. He returned to his cave, sealed the mountain gate, and activated the forty-nine layers of protective formations before he could finally relax.

heaven.

"Senior Brother, let's drink!"

"If you're going to call me the Great Emperor, why bother calling me Senior Brother?"

Inside the Qinghua Imperial Palace, Daoist Duobao sat high above, while his disciples from the Jie Sect smiled broadly and raised their cups in toast.

At this moment, the Qinghua Imperial Palace was like a fairyland, with celestial maidens dancing and beautiful music playing.

Celestial officials came in an endless stream, bringing up delicacies and celestial wines.

"I thought being a god would be a miserable job, but I didn't expect it to be so great."

"Yes, indeed. With fine wine and delicacies every day, wouldn't that be more luxurious than being an emperor on earth?"

"Wonderful! This Heavenly Court is truly a wonderful place. Even after the great calamity has passed, I don't want to go back to my cave to cultivate in seclusion."

While drinking wine, Daoist Duobao listened to his fellow disciples' words, and a different thought arose in his mind.

At this moment, he should have advised his fellow disciples not to fall into depravity, but to strive diligently and pursue the Great Dao.

However, it wasn't just ordinary disciples who were corrupted by power during their time in Heaven; even Daoist Duobao developed different thoughts about power.

People who have never enjoyed power always think they are pure and detached from worldly desires.

Daoist Duobao used to think so too.

He didn't understand why humans, immortals, and gods clung to power, and could only attribute it to a lack of mental fortitude.

It wasn't until he became a regional emperor that he realized the benefits of power.

"This power is simply the most exquisite poison in the world; once anyone tastes it, it's hard to give up," Duobao sighed inwardly. "Master, please don't blame your disciple for this. Cultivation and power are not mutually exclusive. Even if I become a great emperor, I am still a disciple of the Jie Sect, and I can still cultivate."

Gouchen Imperial Palace.

Our Lady of Gold Spirit, Our Lady of Wudang, and Our Lady of Tortoise Spirit are also holding a banquet.

Just like the place where Duobao Daoren lived, this place was also a scene of extravagance and debauchery.

It's just that because they are all female immortals, the immortal wine is not as popular with them, and the wine is not as strong.

Apart from that, there is no difference.

The immortals beamed with joy, and laughter filled the air.

It's clear that this place is more appealing to people than the secluded life of ordinary people.

Even the three Holy Mothers of Golden Spirits began to waver in their resolve.