"To the Western Sect again?"
In his heart, Duobao actually wanted to reject it.
The relationship between the Jie School and the Western Sect had never been harmonious. In the early years, conflicts often broke out … As the eldest senior brother of the Jie School, he naturally had to stand up for the disciples of the Jie School.
That caused Daoist Duobao to have a bad relationship with the experts of the Western Sect. They fought the moment they met.
But how could he refuse Jiang He's invitation?
Both of them arrived at the foot of the Spirit Mountain, and after the Spirit Mountain disciple who guarded the mountain gates reported their arrival, the Puti Daoist who had received Jiang He the last time returned.
"Brother Jiang He!"
Puti greeted Jiang He from afar, chatting happily with him.
When he looked at Daoist Duobao, his eyes were filled with disdain. He mocked, "I was wondering who it was. So it's a Treasure-seeking Rat."
Many Treasures counterattacked, coldly mocking Subhuti.
In terms of eloquence, the eight Daoists Subhuti put together were still inferior to the Treasures of Plenty. Last time, the two of them had 'exchanged words', and Subhuti hadn't been able to gain any advantage at all.
But today, Subhuti didn't reveal any hint of anger. Instead, he laughed and said, "I heard that the Jie Sect hasn't been very peaceful lately. Fellow disciples are killing each other, and two of them are rolling on the ground and fighting each other … hahahaha …"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Duo Bao's eyes widened.
He did not think that he could hide the commotion between him and Zhao Gongming from the Western Sect … Is it that funny?
He did not know that he and Zhao Gongming had been stabbed in the back by the third and fourth generation disciples of the Jie School.
In less than a month's time, the 'video' of the two of them fighting had already spread throughout several immortal cities.
Jiang He then stated his intentions.
Puti Puti led the way, bringing Jiang He and the Daoist of Many Treasures up to Spirit Mountain.
Along the way, the many disciples of the Western Sect were all staring at Jiang He and the Daoist of Many Treasures in groups, pointing and whispering to each other.
Jiang He and the Daoist of Many Treasures naturally heard their conversation with their hearing.
"Eh?"
"Look, isn't that fatty Daoist Duobao, the eldest disciple of Jie School?"
"That's right, it's him. I've seen the photo before!"
"Tsk, tsk … The fellow disciples of Jie School are killing each other. They are rolling on the ground and fighting each other like mortals. It's really ungentlemanly."
"What do you know? I heard that all of this was planned by the disciples of Jie School … Do you know who the two cultivators who played the video are? They are disciples of the Jie School! "
"I heard that if they stayed in an immortal city for a few days and played that short period of time a few hundred times, they would be able to earn hundreds of thousands of immortal crystals …"
"Hiss …"
A disciple of the Western Sect gasped and said in enlightenment, "I understand. You mean that the disciples of Jie School deliberately killed each other and then took pictures to earn immortal crystals?"
"But I heard that Daoist Duobao is very rich."
A novice monk said weakly.
His words immediately caused some disciples of the Western Sect to refute.
"Just because Duobao is rich does not mean that Jie School is rich. It's said that Jie School is extremely poor now. The cultivation resources of the disciples of Jie School have to be obtained by themselves."
Jiang He sneaked a look at the Daoist of Many Treasures, essentially witnessing the face-changing technique with his own eyes.
Daoist Duobao's expression changed from calm to dumbfounded. Then, he felt ashamed and angry …
In the end, Duo Bao could not hold it in any longer.
He already had a rough idea.
The image of him beating up Zhao Gongming had been recorded by the disciples of the Jie Sect, who used it to profit and spread it across the various immortal cities of Primeval.
His Dao burst out and shot up into the air, leaving Spirit Mountain in an instant. Then, his furious acoustics rang beside Jiang He's ears …
"I'll be leaving first, Jiang He."
"I hope he's fine."
Jiang He silently prayed for the Jie Sect disciple.
Puti Puti led Jiang He to a temple and said, "Please wait a moment, Brother Jiang He. I'll report your arrival."
Even as he spoke, the voice of the Great Saint of the Western Sect echoed in his head, saying, "Bring him here."
Puti Puti smiled. "Brother Jiang He, my master has asked me to bring you there."
Along the way, Jiang He studied all of Spirit Mountain.
Unlike what he imagined, not all disciples of the Spirit Mountain were monks. For example, Puti Puti was a Daoist, and he referred to himself as a poor Daoist.
The many disciples of the Spirit Mountain did not address themselves as' old monk ',' poor monk ', or' young monk ', nor did they address Jiang He as' Mister '.
"In the myths of Earth, Spirit Mountain is not a Buddhist sect, but the Western Sect … just like the Ren Sect, the Jie Sect, and the Chan Sect, they only changed to Buddhism after the Investiture of the Gods … the Buddha was the Lord of Many Treasures? Moreover, the Burning Lamp Daoist, the Daoist of Merciful Sea, and the others only joined Buddhism after the Investiture of the Gods … "
The myths of Earth were both true and false.
Most of them were actually passed down from the traces left behind by the ancient "cultivators". Later generations summarized these legends and wrote them into biographies, miscellaneous notes, etc.
Naturally, they would add in their own opinions or fabrications.
Jiang He thought then …
"The Western Sect's resources aren't weak at all … while the two Saints of the Western Sect are not particularly powerful among the Saints, two of them are dead. Coupled with the many Demi-Saints and Grand Luo, as well as the ancient Ferals they enslaved and purified, their overall ability is almost comparable to a lower-ranked hegemon race."
He followed Puti Puti deep into the core of Spirit Mountain and stopped in front of a valley filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.
There was a clear mountain spring in the valley.
A golden lotus was growing within the spring.
It was very special, and there was even a faint golden radiance of virtue over it. Even Jiang He could feel a mysterious might emanating from it.
"A rank-twelve golden lotus of virtue!"
Jiang He thought then.
His eyes then fell upon the old Daoist who was standing beside the mountain spring.
The old Daoist was dressed in white and had white hair and a youthful complexion. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground and smiling at Jiang He, saying, "A full-fledged Demi-Saint, and the martial arts you've created are equal to full-fledged Demi-Saint as well, yes?"
"Immortal and martial arts dual cultivation … your ability is now unmatched against anyone below Saint realm."
Is that the legendary Daoist of Guidance of the Western Sect?
I thought he looked like a bald monk … I didn't expect him to be dressed like a Daoist with the air of an immortal.
Jiang He complained inwardly, though he respectfully offered the Daoist of Guidance a fist-palm salute and said courteously, "You flatter me, Great Saint. I've merely cultivated randomly, and my meager cultivation is still a far cry from all of you."
"Great Saint?"
The Daoist of Guidance did a double take before laughing out loud. "That's an interesting title. Jiang He, what brings you to my Spirit Mountain today?"
Nonsense.
Why would I come here if I have nothing to do?
"As everyone knows, aside from immortal and martial arts dual cultivation, I am quite knowledgeable in item refinement and pellet refinement as well."
"I'm well aware of how hard it is for my brethren of the Three Realms to fight the Gods and Demons, which is why I wanted to help the Western Sect improve their medicinal pellets and mystic treasures for free …"
"Improve medicinal pellets and mystic treasures?"
The Daoist of Guidance's gaze twitched and he said, "I've heard about your ability to strengthen mystic treasures … but could medicinal pellets be improved too?"
"That was a slip of the tongue."
Jiang He explained, "I can't improve medicinal pellets, but I can analyze them and turn one medicinal pellet into three medicinal pellets of the same level and effect."
One medicinal pellet.
Usually, he could grow a hundred of them.
Jiang He felt that giving the Western Sect three would suffice.
That was already a great benefit for the Western Sect!
Upgrading mystic treasures and medicinal pellets into three.
And yet, the Daoist of Guidance did not agree at once. After musing to himself for a while, he looked at Jiang He and smiled, "Jiang He, this would benefit you, wouldn't it? Otherwise, who would be willing to do something so strenuous and unrewarding? "
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