A cat that lingers beside a saint

Chapter 130 My Second Martial Uncle is quite good to me

sow discord.

The old Taoist priest looked disdainful.

How could he not see through such a simple act of sowing discord?

Even though I realized it, I have to admit that what the second brother said made sense.

In fact, in the old Taoist's view, this might be the case.

As a sage, he naturally saw very clearly how the disciples of the Jie Sect made it onto the list back then.

One after another, the disciples of the Jie Sect perished; it can be said that they were all wiped out.

Of course, apart from a few clever ones who completely disappeared, basically no one survived.

As the saying goes, death ends the cycle of life and death.

These former disciples of the Jie Sect sacrificed their lives for the sect, so it's normal that they have completely forgotten the name "Jie Sect" now that they have become gods in Heaven.

Since they had died once and were resurrected through the Investiture of the Gods, their karma with the Jie Sect had naturally dissipated.

The old Taoist priest stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

Although the second brother's taunts still echoed in his ears, he felt completely calm.

After a long while, the old Taoist priest withdrew his gaze, looked at Su Bai lying on the rocking chair, and chuckled, "Second brother, your disciple is truly remarkable."

"How long has it been since I last visited you?"

"Oh? I almost forgot, you are naturally cold-hearted, and there is nothing in these Three Realms that is worth your attention."

"That's right. You call yourself the Chan Sect, expounding on the Way of Heaven. You are the spokesperson for the Way of Heaven. The Way of Heaven is ruthless, yet compassionate; it is impartial and selfless, and it is supremely just."

"You should do the same."

Above the Immortal Sect, Yuanshi's eyes were tightly closed, but the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

This may sound unpleasant, but it makes a valid point.

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He had countless disciples; apart from the second and third generations, his lineage also extended to the mortal realm.

However, even a saint would inevitably feel lonely after countless years of silence.

Everyone says that sages live by relying on the Way of Heaven, and that as long as the Way of Heaven is immortal, sages will never perish. But sages are ultimately not the Way of Heaven, and they can never be without emotion or desire.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have stepped in to help the disciples of the Chan Sect during the Investiture of the Gods war, even though they had suffered a defeat.

They would not be angered by the scolding of the Three Immortals.

Yuanshi slowly opened his eyes, but his gaze was utterly empty. However, he quickly returned to his original state.

The void fell silent here.

All the saints fell silent.

All the saints participated in that battle back then, and now they are gathered here, perhaps hoping to have someone to talk to when they are bored, even if they are sometimes furious.

For all beings in the Three Realms, whether human, immortal, or demon, thousands of years are but a fleeting moment.

But for these saints who had remained silent in the outer heavens after the Investiture of the Gods war, this was the most difficult time.

To outsiders, this appears to be thousands of years.

But for a sage, these thousands of years are no less than tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years.

The Void is different from the outside world. It is a world of its own, and the beings in this world are also different from those in the outside world. Even though they are created or conjured by sages, they all have their own consciousness and thoughts.

If a sage is not angry, all is well; but if a sage is angry, the world will be unstable.

It could be a thunderous storm, a frozen wasteland, or a cataclysmic event.

But when I woke up today, the Void had changed.

Everything comes back to life, and spring is here with flowers in bloom.

Wanling didn't find this sight strange at all.

After all, this is the place where sages reside. It's perfectly normal for spring to arrive and flowers to bloom, or even for the next second to be crisp and clear autumn weather.

Instead, a hint of doubt flashed across Su Bai's face.

Although I was puzzled, I didn't ask any more questions. At least it wasn't cold anymore, that much was certain.

Jumping out of bed, Su Bai immediately ran towards the room where the old Taoist priest was.

"Master! Avenge me!"

The old Taoist priest was clearly still asleep; upon hearing Su Bai's call, he felt a sharp pain in his head.

"All you ever do is ask me to avenge you or vent your anger for you."

"How about this, take whatever you think is suitable from what I have here."

Upon hearing this, Su Bai couldn't help but roll his eyes.

In the old man's room, apart from a bed and the sheets and blankets on it, there was basically nothing else.

There's nothing worth showing off.

Su Bai jumped onto the bed and then began scratching and clawing at the blankets.

"Old man, if you don't help me, I'll tear your blanket into strips."

"You little brat, if you dare tear my blanket into strips, I'll give you a good spanking!"

Inside the room, the old man and the young man stared intently at each other.

Outside the window, Jinwu and Wanling peeked out, secretly watching the confrontation between the man and the cat.

The atmosphere inside the room had reached freezing point; it seemed that if things continued like this, the old man and the young man would start fighting.

Suddenly, Su Bai jumped off the bed, turned around, and slowly walked towards the outside.

"Oh dear, speaking of which, there are quite a few fish in my little sword."

"When I came back last time, I gave a few to my eldest uncle."

"After thinking about it carefully, I realized that my senior master was truly a highly accomplished person. Although most people might not be able to understand what he said, it was very beneficial to me."

"I wonder if they've finished eating all the fish I gave to my senior uncle last time."

"Oh, right, there's also the Goddess Nuwa. I was thinking of going to pay my respects to her last time, but it seems that it's not so easy to meet her."

"It's alright, I think my second uncle treats me quite well."

"It's the Heaven-Opening Blade again, and the Three Lights Divine Water again. Last time, he even said he would teach me how to condense auspicious clouds."

At this point, Su Bai suddenly turned his head and glanced at the old Taoist priest.

At this moment, although the old Taoist priest had his back to him, one could tell from his trembling shoulders that he was about to go crazy with anger.

"Oh right, and those two from the West too."

"Speaking of which, I've only met one of these two Western saints. I brought back so many fish last time, but I haven't given them to either of them yet. I wonder if these two saints will think I'm being rude."

At this point, Su Bai's two front paws had already stepped out of the door.

Just as his body was about to step out of the room, the old Taoist suddenly slammed his hand on the bed: "You little brat, what exactly do you want to do?"

Su Bai chuckled, turned around, and walked with a cat-like gait, his tone slightly smug as he said, "Master, last time I went out, I passed through the East Sea. Guess what I encountered?"

The old Taoist priest frowned slightly.

He knew about this. That little bastard went to the East China Sea and almost fished up the East China Sea Dragon Palace with the second brother's two disciples and grand-disciples.

Later, he met the Three Immortals.

Speaking of which, the clothes Yunxiao gave him are still under his bed, and he hasn't had a chance to try them on yet.

As for what lies in the East China Sea—

As if he had thought of something, the old Taoist priest raised an eyebrow slightly: "Golden Turtle Island?"

What else could be found in the East China Sea besides Jin'ao Island that this cat would covet?

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