Nezha asked, pointing vaguely, "Teacher, are we still?"
The "naughty kid" clearly thinks of the last time he caused trouble for Duobao Daozhen, and at his age, seeing his own happiness based on others' pain, this thing is too interesting.
Deng Chanyu shook her head. The same tactic cannot be used twice, and as for Zhenyuanzi, to put it in a more mystical way, his good fortune has passed. Whichever, he has wasted any opportunity to become a saint, or rather, he hasn't seized it.
Fresh graduates without jobs, he, an old bird who has wandered the society for so many years, still wants to compete with the new ones? Times have changed. Now is not his era. To try again would only make him an obvious joke, and there is no practical significance to it.
"Watch and wait."
"Oh."
Zhenyuanzi, like Xuanjiao and Yuanshi Tianzun, has always maintained good relations. Therefore, his relationship with Jiejiao is unlikely to be good.
This time, the immortals from Jiejiao were the least, with at least three coming from Deng Chanyu's side, while only Duobao Daozhen and his apprentice, Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit, arrived from Jiejiao.
Duobao Daozhen still had a stern face. Originally, he was only slightly overweight, but now he had become so round that it looked like a ball from all sides. Although his appearance was indeed not good, as long as he was present, he seemed to be the center of the world from any angle. This ordinary-looking Taoist, who was born with confidence, despite twice failing to deliver lectures, did not become discouraged but became more determined with every setback.
The Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit stood tall with her head up, displaying a fierce war spirit. Her gaze was sharp and aggressive.
Nezha asked in a low voice, "Teacher, that black, chubby guy seems... seems even more formidable?"
In Xiahua's eyes, the Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit's realm was nothing special. If they let loose and fought each other with all their might, it was hard to predict who would win or lose.
Duobao was so strong that he seemed beyond imagination to Xiahua.
Not only Nezha, but even his teacher, Deng Chanyu, didn't have confidence in defeating Duobao Daozhen.
Now, Duobao's realm looked very close to the river of gloom and Xiaohe, with only a thin sheet of paper separating them. He had not yet slain his second body but was already within arm's reach. He was so close that he could not contain his supreme power from normal days, which made even the fierce deity like Nezha, who has a keen spiritual awareness from birth, feel heart-pounding unease.
People like Lei Zhenzi and Ji Fa would shiver slightly in the presence of Duobao Daozhen. What am I afraid of? I don't know, but I am afraid.
Duobao Daozhen waved his robe sleeves, forcing himself to restrain the aura he had previously unleashed.
With the Chi Tian Chi (a measure of the heavens) in her hand, Deng Chanyu still had some confidence. She encouraged her disciple, "A person with aspirations can achieve great things. One day, you will reach this realm as well."
Nezha has high talent. As long as he remains humble and restrained, not reckless, it's hard to say how far he will go in the future, but it is definitely higher than his lotus body in the original timeline.
The Prime Minister of the Tianxuan school of the Human Cult had still not arrived. The Cloud Bed of the Human Cult was empty, and everyone felt it was quite natural. The legitimate successor of Taqing wasn't giving face, and even Zhenyuanzi had no way to deal with it.
More and more minor left-handed sect disciples trickled in, most with mediocre cultivation. Deng Chanyu merely glanced at them once and then paid no further attention.
After the guests were seated, the host finally made his appearance.
As Zhenyuanzi was a being who had slain two Corpses, his rank in the Purple Stellar Palace was second only to sages. Here, he could posture and no one could say anything.
The spiritual tea and wine were served in turn, and a piece of Renshen Guo was placed in front of each guest, including Xiao Qingluan and Ji Fa.
It could be seen that Ji Fa was seeing the Renshen Guo for the first time. The sight of this small, toy-like fruit left a profound impact on him. Seeing Lei Zhenzi eat it so casually, he only licked it a little bit.
On Xiao Qingluan's side, she was thinking about how to secretly take one without making a sound, as the Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit on the Cloud Bed opposite kept glaring at her.
The Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit thought it was improper for a mount of a Jiejiao immortal to sit together with outsiders, quite openly.
Xiao Qingluan is the mount of Yunxiao, who is a disciple of Jiejiao. This does not mean that she is also a disciple of Jiejiao. In theory, she can be ignored. However, being stared at so blatantly makes it difficult for her to sneakily take a fruit.
\"Little Uncle,\" she whispered for help.
Deng Chanyu nodded, "You can eat yours, and I'll give mine back to Yuanxiao."
Humans are the most effective in consuming Renshen Guo, and even human immortals, earth immortals, and even sky immortals may have some slight effects. She is a gold immortal now, and unless she consumes the Renshen Guo tree itself, just a few fruits would be of no use to her.
\"Oh, yes, thank you, Little Uncle,\" Xiao Qingluan happily ate the Renshen Guo in front of her. If she didn't eat it soon, Nezha would take it from her.
After eating and drinking, and learning from Duobao Daozhen's past mistakes, Zhenyuanzi did not give a lecture this time. He directly moved on to today's main topic, avoiding any unnecessary trouble.
The old man smiled, a joy that came from the bottom of his heart: "I believe I have some fortune, and a few days ago, I stumbled upon an object. Today, I wish to share it with all of you."
Treasure? Deng Chanyu's eyes couldn't help but follow the gaze.
A treasure that Zhenyuanzi would make such a show of bringing out must not be an ordinary magical object, she didn't use her spiritual awareness but glanced at the immortals present with her peripheral vision. Whether from the Xuanjiao, Jiejiao, or the Western Teaching, the immortals in attendance seemed puzzled. Whether their surprise was feigned was not something that could be discerned in a short time.
As for those rogue cultivators, they were unclear about the deeper meaning behind these words for a while. To them, anything Zhenyuanzi casually produced was a precious treasure.
Qingfeng and Mingyue, the two Daoist disciples, were part of Zhenyuanzi's forty-eight disciples. At this moment, Daoist disciple Mingyue carefully presented a treasure box. The box was covered with gold silk, and its outline was square, much like the boxes used in ancient war movies to hold human heads.
What is this? All the immortals looked puzzled.
Deng Chanyu's thinking was relatively active, but she didn't think it could be a human head either. Why would Zhenyuanzi use a human head? She used her spiritual awareness to lightly probe the box and found that it had restrictions that completely blocked her spiritual awareness from seeing inside. She couldn't tell what was inside.
Zhenyuanzi smiled and without waiting for the other immortals to guess, he revealed the answer himself. As he did, a small bell made of a dark yellow material, with an ancient and simple design and ornate patterns of sun, moon, stars, fire, water, and wind decorating its surface, was unveiled from the treasure box.
"This must be the Primordial Bell!?" The Great Dharma Master of the Western Teaching involuntarily stood up, his eyes wide with amazement, and there was not a trace of greed in his gaze, as if he was truly surprised.
Mile glanced at him with a smirk, and he quickly apologized to Zhenyuanzi and sat back down. His body was upright, but his hands, which trembled slightly, still revealed part of his true feelings.
Duobao Daozhen and Guang Chengzi had mastered the art of cultivating their qi. Even if the heavens were to collapse before them, their expressions would not change. They merely glanced at the bell calmly, then shifted their gaze away, lowering their heads slightly, lost in thought.
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