Nancy Yan is not only a disciple of the Saint, but also a Golden Immortal of supreme power. There are many stronger beings in the Hongwu era than her, but there are even more who are inferior to her.
Why were those ancient mighty beings so powerful? First, they had extraordinary origins and lived for a long time. Second, the Taoist Ancestor taught at the Purple Cloud Palace, and what he taught was all substance without any fluff. Every one of the thirty thousand guests in the Purple Cloud Palace could find their own path to cultivation from his teachings.
Now it's no longer the case. Without superior methods, it's just accumulating power, and nine out of ten immortals will be stuck at the barrier between Immortal and True Immortal.
As they walk along, they see that the cultivation levels of the disciples and scattered immortals of the Jie School are not high.
The scattered immortals are full of envy and resentment in their eyes, thinking, "If I were there, I could do it too."
The looks of the Jie School immortals were not as friendly. Among them were many survivors from Jiulong Island in the past, or even friends of the Ten Kings and Lu Yue. They were quite hostile towards Deng Chanyu, with one after another showing fierce looks in their eyes, and some even drew their weapons.
"Keep staring? Young Master will pluck out your eyes!"
"What are you looking at? Young Master is the one invited by the Jie School. Do you still want to fight?"
"Let's have a grand battle with three hundred rounds! Show your strength!"
Nezha did not retreat and scolded the group of people by himself.
It has to be said, in the current environment of the Jie School where everyone is competing to be worse, Duobo's reputation is indeed high. The Jie School disciples are enraged, but no one dares to anger Duobo because of this.
Liu Huan was trembling with fear, but finally managed to guide them into the Biyou Palace. Wodang MOTHER emerged to greet them.
Deng Chanyu had met this personal disciple of the Jie School before, when she had taken Linyu back to the primeval chaos.
"Wodang Sister."
"Sister Deng, this beautiful sister must be the disciple of Pingxin Madam?"
"Suo Daji greets Sister Wudang."
After a round of greetings, Wodang MOTHER, as the hostess, led them around the palace.
Deng Chanyu presented her best wishes with two Enshen Peaches. Wodang MOTHER also gave Nezha a "Tu Xing Spirit Jade" as a gesture of welcome.
Deng Chanyu had a favorable impression of Wudang MOTHER. She was a true Taoist, free from worldly contention and untainted by any cause and effect. She solely pursued her own Tao. No wonder she could retreat unscathed in the end.
Of course, her perception might not always be accurate. Previously, she even thought Yun Zhongzi was a true Xiao Yao Immortal.
Biyou Palace is said to be a palace, but in reality, it is a vast world within the chaos realm that relies on it.
Within it lies its own universe.
Wodang MOTHER's current task is to accompany the two Saint disciples.
Wudang MOTHER pointed to a cliff that was enveloped in dazzling swordlight and said, "That is the Sword Testing Cliff. Teacher once collected many spirit swords during his travels in the primeval chaos. Teacher was deeply fond of swordsmanship and always believed that 'it is better to seek the straight path than to twist and turn."
Deng Chanyu nodded in admiration twice.
"Sisters, please look over there. That is the Hundred Elements Palace, a realm that Teacher has created from a Pre-Heavenly treasure called the Hundred Elements Diagram."
"This is the Zhou Tian Chessboard. Teacher has taken a streak of starlight from each of the celestial stars to teach us the mysteries of formations. We are all dull-witted, and so far only the eldest brother can play more than a dozen moves with Teacher."
Wodang MOTHER talked fluently, retelling some anecdotes in the Biyou Palace. Ni Zha, who was hiding, yawned secretly. He was clearly not interested, while Dajiang's face was serious, but he did not take it to heart.
These guys don't know the value of firewood unless they're in charge. Deng Chanyu, on the other hand, has made quite a few gains. Without saying more, this air of pretension is indeed brushed up quite a bit.
Look at their female ancestor's palace, the most valuable thing is a prehistoric Wutong tree. And look at Mount Emei, inside there are just a bunch of wild monkeys and descendants of the iron-eating beasts of several old bears.
Deng Chanyu's cultivation is increasing, and who knows when some fellow cultivator might come to discuss profound theories. Then what should we say about Mount Emei? Should we let the iron-eating beast perform a cartwheel for the guest?
Wodang MOTHER took them for a quick tour of the Biyou Palace, and according to the rules of the Xuan Men Sect, arranged for them to have cloud beds for listening to teachings. She also provided seven lotus flowers, nine gold bells, and twelve attendant children.
The seats were very close to the front, which could be considered VIP seating.
Deng Chanyu also enjoyed the luxury of high-seated cloud beds. To maintain the dignity of a Saint's disciples, she took out her long-unused dustpan and pretended to close her eyes to meditate.
Dajia sat next to her. As for putting on an act, Yan Jun was also a professional. He straightened his face, completely different from when he was in Mount Emei.
More immortals from the Jie School discovered them, all with a look of teeth-gritting resentment.
Huolingshen MOTHER immediately stepped forward to scold them. "My teacher is about to give a lecture. At this moment, it's chaotic and disrespectful. This is something I cannot allow."
Deng Chanyu paid no heed to such glances, cultivating effortlessly in a relaxed posture.
Dajia was even less concerned. "If I can't beat you in the world of the living, then we'll go to the underworld and fight! Let's see who's afraid of whom!"
After a few days, the disciples of the Western Teaching arrived in a grand manner at the Biyou Palace.
Besides the land of the dead's Di Zang, all the disciples such as Mali, YaoShi, DashiZhi, YindaLuo, CaiCaiTian, and HuanXiTian arrived. They were also guided to another cloud bed.
Different from Deng Chanyu, who could only sit there passively, the disciples of the Western Teaching had a string of prayer beads in hand. They sat there silently reciting scriptures, jingling the beads after two lines and then two more lines. Whether it promoted their cultivation or not was unclear, but at least it was a good way to kill time.
As the multitude of Jie School disciples gathered in the main hall, it seemed like a lecture was about to begin, Guangchengzi and the disciples of the Chuanxiao Sect also arrived.
The conflicts between the Chuanxiao and Jie schools are too great. The hostile glances that were previously focused on Deng Chanyu and the disciples of the Western Teaching turned to the disciples of the Chuanxiao Sect in a flash.
Of the twelve immortals of the Chuanxiao school, except for the banished Qingxu De Menci and the fallen Yudeng Zhenren, all ten were present.
The second-generation disciple, Shen Gongle, also came. This guy was as comfortable at the Jie School as he was at home. He could chat with any of the Jie School disciples he randomly picked up.
Among the third-generation disciples, only Yang Jian, who was the most formidable, came. The rest of the disciples did not come along, not even Wei Hu, who was quite resilient.
These guys are almost explicitly telling the Jie School that they are here to cause trouble and will run after causing the trouble!
The doctrine is not a one-time deal. Emperor Hongjun's third lecture lasted for ten thousand years, and now Duobo is far from reaching that level. However, giving a lecture for three or five years is entirely possible.
The doctrine of the Jie School is originally "cutting off the heavens' mysteries, and anyone with a cause can come to listen." This time, Duobo has done a very open job. The Zixiao Palace used to be closed during lectures, but now the Biyou Palace is not closed at all. People can come and go as they please, and the Jie School will not interfere, at least on the surface.
Ni Zhao occasionally looks at the gate of the Jie School with his peripheral vision. He is not afraid to die, but it doesn't mean he wants to die. It is still necessary to confirm a good escape route beforehand.
He was watching the gate, and found that there was also a gaze from the Chuanxiao side staring at the gate. He had a premonition in his heart, turned his gaze over, and coincidentally met Yang Jian's eyes.
Hmm, the heroes have similar thoughts! Let's run together later!
