Yang Jian stayed in the Dragon Palace and waited for the results of the Dragon Palace's search for the three Jade Wave Flood Dragons. Every day, he would go to the small island beside the Dragon Palace and guide the twelve commanders in their cultivation. He would also explain the general principles of Mohan's battle array to the twelve commanders.
In just four to five days, the matter of Yang Jian fighting demons in the North Continent and arguing against the Celestial Court was widely spread in the Primordial World.
Due to being alarmed by the Saint's declaration, many cultivators who had been in seclusion all year round appeared. However, they were responding to the power of the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth.
The prestige that the Celestial Court had painstakingly accumulated was damaged one after another. The Jade Emperor had protected his nephew, but his nephew had slapped him in the face with the Saint's declaration … That had become a joke among the cultivators.
In fact, there were many jokes about the Jade Emperor.
The phrase "Child Hao Tian" was probably an "old debt" that the Jade Emperor would never be able to get rid of.
However, many people felt that Yang Jian was too merciless. Even if he hated the Jade Emperor, he should have accepted the Jade Emperor's kindness. Why did he have to expose that matter?
After that matter, although the Celestial Court's prestige had been damaged, many people felt that the Jade Emperor was also a loyal Heavenly Emperor. He was not sitting high up in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall and was above the mortal world …
The Tribulation Clouds of the South Continent were getting lower and lower. The Great Killing Tribulation was about to arrive.
Be it the disciples of the three sects or the cultivators of the Middle Continent, they all regarded the South Continent as a forbidden area. They did not dare to take a step forward, afraid that they would turn into ashes in the Great Tribulation …
The heavenly secrets became more and more chaotic. The line that the mighty cultivators could still grasp became thinner and almost broke.
At that moment, only the personal disciples of the Saints of the three sects and the disciples of the Saints of the Western Sect knew about the god-conferment.
However, Yang Jian did not know what the big shots were secretly doing …
Although Yang Jian seemed to have nothing to do in the Dragon Palace, he was actually waiting for the Celestial Court to take action. At the same time, he was also thinking about how he could get as many benefits as possible from the apotheosis.
If he was able to rely on the momentum of becoming a god to allow his strength to soar into the sky, then it naturally couldn't be any better.
Yuding reminded him not to plot against the Flying Bear's reincarnation, so Yang Jian gave up on his previous plan.
Previously, he had wanted to find a chance to pretend that he had accidentally killed Jiang Taigong so that his master, Yuding, could be the one to become a god and enjoy the fortune of becoming a god.
In fact, it was not that Yang Jian had never thought of taking control of the List of Gods himself. However, doing so would mean going against his Grandmaster Sage. Yang Jian really did not have the guts to plot against a Sage.
Since he couldn't get rid of Jiang Taigong, Yang Jian began to think about who else in the Conferred God Realm had a stronger destiny and who had a more critical position.
King Wu, Li Jing, Huang Feihu, Wen Zhong, Daji, and Shen Gongbao?
Then, he saw his own reflection in the sea …
"I remember that I've always been the Grain Supervisor of the Zhou Army in the God-Conferment War."
Yang Jian muttered in his heart. Of course, he did not dare to say that out loud …
The twelve Magi were meditating and cultivating not far away. Yang Jian had just finished teaching today and was preparing to return to the Dragon Palace to continue chatting with Ao Xinke. He wanted to improve their relationship so that they would not be embarrassed after bowing to Heaven and Earth and entering the bridal chamber.
Yang Jian had never thought of being Qingshui's Dao companion. Ao Xinke was as gentle as water, and he was also hot-blooded …
Think about business. Think about business.
In the God-Conferment War, although Yang Jian was only the Grain Supervisor, he had repeatedly defeated powerful enemies and turned the tide several times. He had forcefully "withstood" the Zhou Army when it was defeated. He could be considered a key figure in King Wu's camp.
"What should I plot about this God-Conferment War?"
Yang Jian stood there quietly and looked up at the flowing clouds in the sky. When he thought about how he had yet to save his mother, he felt a little vexed.
He jumped onto the cloud and took out the spearless spear. Yang Jian did not use any mystical techniques. He only waved his spear and saw a swimming dragon in the sky. Dragon roars could be heard.
The twelve commanders opened their eyes and looked at the sky. Their eyes were filled with admiration and fanaticism.
Although Yang Jian had never learned spear techniques, he used the spearless spear very well. He alternated between attacking and defending as he pleased and was very awe-inspiring.
When he attacked, his spear was like rain. For a moment, the sky was filled with spear shadows, and the clouds were shattered.
When he defended, the spear turned into an impenetrable wall around him, protecting his entire body.
Yang Jian danced excitedly. His hand warmed up and he infused the Xuan Gang into the spear. Then, the spear shot out like a dragon and shot out colorful spear shadows towards the eastern sky. Every spear shadow could split mountains and shatter rocks. It was extremely sharp!
Yang Jian put away his spear and looked at the Xuan Gang's spear shadows. The spear shadows actually dissipated 50 kilometers away, leaving behind a sharp murderous aura that surged for a long time …
"If you don't have any regrets, how powerful would you be?"
Yang Jian held the spearless spear and praised softly. He thought, if this spear was forged by the four sons of the Ancestral Dragon back then, how could it fall into his hands?
The Dragons would definitely regard it as a supreme treasure. It was a treasure that could fight against Connate Cardinal treasures!
The strength that the spearless spear could unleash now was not even 10% of what it should have been!
"Even if you killed the three evil dragons, I'm afraid it would be difficult for you to release your true divine light." Yang Jian touched the spear body. There was a faint regret in his eyes, but also a faint sense of satisfaction.
A weapon was like a martial artist's limbs. Yang Jian relied on close combat to fight with others, so it was reasonable for him to value this divine weapon.
"Continue to cultivate here. Don't slack off. If there's anything, come to the Dragon Palace to find me."
"Yes!" The twelve commanders replied respectfully. Yang Jian put his hands behind his back and flew towards the Dragon Palace.
Just as he was about to enter the sea, he heard a sound coming from the southeast.
Yang Jian turned his head and saw a jade talisman that contained a somewhat familiar aura … Martial Uncle Taiyi?
Taking the jade talisman in his hand, Yang Jian carefully read it, and his expression gradually became solemn.
He placed the jade talisman in his ring and sent a voice transmission to Little Chan 'er and Ao Xinke in the Dragon Palace. Not long after, three beautiful figures appeared beside Yang Jian.
Yang Jian said, "I'm not going to fight this time. Uncle-Master Taiyi is looking for me. I'm afraid it's related to my Senior Brother Ling Zhuzi. Do you want to go to Qianyuan Mountain with me? "
Ao Xinke said softly, "You, you let … me go. I naturally, naturally, want to go."
Needless to say, Yang Xiaochan had already taken out a clam shell and turned it into the size of a small boat. He pulled Chu Qian and jumped onto it with a smile.
"Brother, you've always said that you want to go back to your hometown to take a look. Why don't we go together this time?"
Yang Jian was stunned. He stood there and pondered. Suddenly, he smiled.
How could he have forgotten about this? After returning to his homeland, he could take the opportunity to cause trouble for the Celestial Court …
"Please." Yang Jian made an inviting gesture. Naturally, he was referring to Ao Xinke.
"Yes." Ao Xinke nodded and flew into the clam shell. She set up a layer of mist around the clam shell. It was rather immortal.
Yang Jian also jumped into the clam shell and sat down with two beautiful women and a young girl around a square table …
A wave of Xuanqi entered the clam shell, and the clam shell immediately turned into a beam of light and flew towards the Middle Continent.
Ling Zhuzi had probably already understood his Dao and was preparing to reincarnate into Chentang Pass.
As soon as the clam flew to the west, there were some weak spiritual senses in the seawater. At the border of the East Continent, a few figures spread out.
At the same time, a huge ship that was wandering in the East Continent slowly flew towards the southwest …
In the clam shell, Chu Qian was playing the zither, Xinke was brewing tea, and Yang Xiaochan was reading a book with relish. Yang Jian and Ao Xinke would occasionally chat and listen to the zither quietly. They were very satisfied.
Almost out of the East Ocean, Yang Jian reminded Yang Xiaochan, "In the Primordial World, the human heart might not be as treacherous as the demon heart. It might even be worse. You have to consider more when you encounter problems. Don't act rashly."
"I know." Yang Xiaochan sounded a little helpless. He said in a low voice, "I knew I would cause trouble. I'm very obedient. If you don't believe me, ask Sister Qian?"
Chu Qian's zither changed a few notes, but there was a hint of joy in it, causing Little Chan 'er to roll her eyes.
The immortal clam rushed into the East Continent. Yang Jian flew higher but did not release any power.
Although the East Continent had many spiritual lands, it was not comparable to the Middle Continent. There were many tribes that maintained the ancient heritage of the human race. There were also many large immortal sects, but they were not very famous.
Yang Jian saw an extremely luxurious ship floating in the air in front of him. He did not bother about it and just flew on the immortal clam.
Originally, the immortal clam was flying at an extremely fast speed and was at least a few hundred feet away from the ship. The two should not have any connection. However, a sword shadow suddenly flew out from the ship and attacked the immortal clam that Yang Jian was riding on …
"Hmph!"
Yang Jian snorted coldly, and a Xuan Gang shot out. The Xuan Gang immediately shattered the sword shadow and blasted it towards the ship.
He was not the kind of person who would swallow his grievances after suffering a loss. Naturally, he would grant all requests.
With a loud boom, a corner of the ship exploded, and the ship shook slightly. Dozens of figures rushed out and looked at the immortal clam.
Yang Jian did not want to be involved with these people, so he rode on the immortal clam and wanted to leave.
However, there was a fearless fellow who reeked of alcohol and scolded the immortal clam, "Is that the nephew of the Jade Emperor? What now? I rewarded you with a sword, and you still dare to, burp, hurt my immortal clam? "
Yang Jian instantly lost the intention to escape. He stopped the ship at the same spot and looked very unfriendly.
Yang Jian did not lose his rationality because of anger. He was still thinking about how the other party knew that he was in the immortal clam and why they provoked him even though they knew that it was him.
However, the pink-faced young man who reeked of alcohol brandished his sword shadow and scolded, "Yang Jian, come down! I want to see who is better today! "
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