In the quiet night, in the backyard of the Yang Residence.
Yang Jian stood by the window of the attic and stared at the full moon. The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse. The Heavenly River was faintly discernible.
The laughter in the courtyard was still lingering in the night wind and refused to dissipate.
The immortal peaches that Yang Jian brought back were eaten by the women in the pavilion. Although Ao Xinke had deliberately refused, she was forcefully fed one by Yang Jian after returning to the house.
The immortal peach was a great supplement for Little Chan 'er, who had yet to become a Golden Immortal. It could increase her lifespan and improve her aptitude. One could ensure that she would enter the Longevity Realm.
To cultivators like Yang Jian and Ao Xinke, the immortal peaches only increased their Dharma powers slightly.
However, Yang Jian insisted on treating the bowl of water evenly. He watched his mother and Little Chan 'er eat the immortal peaches. He used both the carrot and the stick, supplemented by torture in the room, and made Ao Xinke eat one too. Only then was he willing to let it go.
A bowl of water had to be balanced.
In the Primordial World, they had to pay attention to the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. That was a problem that had given men headaches since ancient times.
"Husband, are you thinking about Zhao Gongming?" Ao Xinke shouted gently and walked behind Yang Jian. She hugged Yang Jian's waist and rested her chin on Yang Jian's shoulder. She leaned against him quietly for a while.
"Yes." Yang Jian seemed to react very slowly. He only replied after a long time.
"As a wife, I shouldn't have said that. However, you still have to consider carefully and take care of everyone's reputation," Ao Xinke said softly. "No matter which Saint it is, he will not be evil if he can avoid it."
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment before nodding gently. He knew that Ao Xinke was worried about him. He raised his hand and patted Ao Xinke's hand.
The Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning, the Saint of Chan School, was his Grandmaster and his current backer. If the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning could tolerate Randeng, Wen Shu, and the others, he would not fall out with them and really go all out.
As long as he thought for the sake of Chanism, the Grandmaster would protect him. This was needless to say.
The Grandmaster of Heaven, Jie School …
It was not that Zhao Gongming could not be killed. Instead, Zhao Gongming had previously said to Yang Jian that he was worried about the Dao Sect and the three sects. He was one of the most clear-headed immortals of the two sects.
If he killed such a selfless person without even blinking his eyes, there would really be a knot in his heart.
It was even more of a pity.
"Xinke, sorry to trouble you."
"What are you saying, husband? You and I are husband and wife. We are bound together for good or ill. We are one."
Ao Xinke murmured softly. If it weren't for her worry for Yang Jian, she, who had originally stood aloof from worldly affairs, wouldn't have thought about these twists and turns.
Turning around and pulling his wife into his arms, Yang Jian gazed at the moon and thought of his friends and relatives in his hometown. Although those figures were still clear, they were getting further and further away.
What lies ahead …
Yang Jian did not know, but he would continue to walk like this. He would continue to become stronger and protect everything behind him.
"Xinke, you haven't returned to the Dragon Palace for a long time, right?"
"Husband, do you have something to entrust the Dragon Palace with?"
"Yes, I want you to help me investigate the origins of the Sea-Calming Divine Pearls," Yang Jian said in a low voice. "There should be thirty-six Sea-Calming Divine Pearls. Someone in the Dragon Palace might know where the other twelve are."
The Dragons controlled the four seas, and the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl was related to the Great Dao of Water. This clue should exist.
Ao Xinke nodded slightly and said, "Then there's no time to lose. I'll go now."
"I'll send you off. It's not stable outside now."
"Yes." Ao Xinke's eyes were filled with tenderness. She took the initiative to approach him. Yang Jian naturally did not stand on ceremony and asked for it wantonly.
An hour later, Yang Jian sent Ao Xinke to the coast of the East Ocean. Ao Xinke escaped into the sea and disappeared.
Yang Jian turned around and flew back to West Qi. He flew at a moderate speed along the way and took the opportunity to relax.
Now that her master was out of the mountains, no one would be so blind as to find trouble with him.
Randeng … Sea-Calming Divine Pearl …
If the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl was extremely important to Randeng and the Western Sect, he still had to be wary of Daoist Zhun Ti suddenly jumping out to suppress Zhao Gongming.
However, if that was the case, the resentment of the Three Xiao Immortals would naturally fall on the Western Sect. Would the Nine-Turn Yellow River Array be placed in the Aparagodānīya Continent and destroy the foundation that the Western Sect had accumulated?
Yang Jian almost laughed out loud.
However, those were just random thoughts. The Heavenly Dao interfered, the Dao Sect faced the calamity, and the Western Sect watched from the sidelines. It was difficult for them to burn.
There were no disturbances along the way. Yang Jian returned to the Zhou Camp. While the moon was high and the night was dark, he sneaked to Nezha's tent and entered.
"Who is it?" Nezha was alert. He immediately jumped up from the bed and almost threw the book slip in his hand over.
"I'll give you this."
Yang Jian raised his hand and threw an immortal peach over. Nezha grabbed it in confusion and immediately smelled the alluring fragrance. He opened his mouth and bit it.
"Wow, there's so much peach water! Eldest Senior Brother, where did you get it? "
"It was given by the Heaven Queen." Yang Jian walked around the tent. Nezha's tent was filled with weapons and treasures, but there was not much killing aura.
Indeed, Aunt-Master Taiyi's disciple also used treasures to suppress others.
"Go and call Lei Zhenzi and Tianhua over. There aren't many peaches. I still have to leave a few for Master."
"Ah." Nezha immediately understood what Yang Jian meant. He smiled and agreed. He ran out with the immortal peach in his mouth.
Soon, Nezha, Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi, and Huang Tianhua gathered in Nezha's tent. Each of them grabbed an immortal peach and had a small peach tasting session.
Four of the twelve immortal peaches were given to the women in his family. He and his three junior brothers enjoyed four. As for the remaining four, Yang Jian sealed them in a brocade box and prepared to give them to his master.
It was just one immortal peach. He was a little embarrassed to give it to the other Aunt-Masters.
Moreover, the twelve Golden Immortals of Chanism were extremely knowledgeable. It was just an immortal peach …
It was ranked at the top of the ten Connate Spirit Roots. It was protected by the merit of the Celestial Court and had been nurtured since ancient times. Those words could not be said casually.
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Remember to put away the peach pits. Perhaps you can nurture a Spirit Root in the future."
The three junior brothers immediately put away the peach pits with serious expressions, causing Yang Jian to chuckle.
The three of them would be generals of the Celestial Court after becoming gods. Who would not be able to eat immortal peaches? Yang Jian had only said that to tease them.
However, most of them were already successful in their cultivation at that time. The immortal peaches would not be of much use. Unlike now, after eating the immortal peaches, the three of them immediately began to work hard. Their auras began to rise …
Their cultivation bases would increase by a lot.
After letting the three of them cultivate, Yang Jian left the tent and went to the main tent that was shrouded in immortal light.
The twelve Golden Immortals were naturally still there. They were here to break the Ten Terminal Array. They would not return until the Ten Terminal Array was broken.
The twelve Golden Immortals were either sitting and discussing the Dao, preaching to their disciples, or resting with their eyes closed to comprehend the Great Dao.
Yang Jian walked forward and went to his master's side, offering the brocade box.
"Master."
"Yes." Yuding nodded with a smile. He put away the brocade box and did not say anything.
Although he would not need it, it was still his disciple's kind intentions.
At the side, Taiyi sighed faintly. "As an Uncle-Master, I'm not as good as Master."
Yang Jian was instantly embarrassed.
However, Yuding did not reply. He closed his eyes and rested, seemingly quite pleased with himself.
Just as Taiyi was about to scold him, Yang Jian coughed and brought the topic back to business. "Uncle-Masters, let's determine the outcome of the battle tomorrow. If I can kill Zhao Gongming, I'll break the Ten Terminal Array one by one. If Uncle-Masters have a way to break the remaining five arrays, please come to the array formation tomorrow. "
The immortals agreed. Yang Jian took the opportunity to bid farewell and went to drink and chat with Xiao Shen and Cao Bao. He was quite busy.
Night fell. Thousands of kilometers north of the Zhou camp, in a deep valley filled with demonic aura.
The demonic aura was just a cover. A few figures were hidden in the depths of the valley like nothingness, as if they were discussing something.
In a cave with the Heaven-Deceiving Array, Randeng sat in a corner. A crippled Daoist sat in another corner. The figure in the deepest part of the cave was shrouded in fog and could not be seen clearly.
"We have to obtain the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl," the Daoist in the deepest part said.
Randeng said, "Yang Jian is determined to obtain the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl. Yuding is at the side and can't do anything."
The person continued, "What our sect lacks the most is a treasure to suppress destiny. The thirty-six Sea-Calming Divine Pearls have been famous since the creation of the heavens. As long as we obtain these twenty-four pearls, our sect will definitely be able to suppress the destiny of the sect."
The crippled old Daoist priest chuckled. "It's easy for you to say. Everyone knows that the twenty-four pearls are rare treasures. Naturally, everyone is very jealous. How can they let them go so easily?"
"As long as I obtain this treasure," Randeng said, "it will be foolproof."
The crippled old Daoist priest was even happier. "Fellow Daoist, you seem to be saying that there is no way out?"
"I'm the Deputy Sect Master. They don't dare to attack me," Randeng explained. Then, he did not say anything else and closed his eyes.
"In that case, Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, please find an opportunity to attack."
"I don't have any benefits. Why should I attack?"
"If this matter succeeds, I will naturally agree to what you mentioned a hundred years ago, Fellow Daoist," the figure said softly. "If you want to revitalize the demons, my sect is willing to help."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure in the deepest part of the cave slowly disappeared.
"I'll attack with you tomorrow, Fellow Daoist," Randeng said. His figure hid in the cave wall and disappeared silently.
The crippled Daoist was naturally the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow from the ancient times. He was now Daoist Lu Ya. He carried the gourd on his back and limped out of the cave. He cursed softly in the language of the ancient demons.
Suddenly, a chuckle sounded from the side.
"If you plot against the Western Sect, you will definitely end up with nothing in the end. Those two Saints can't wait to scrape the ground. How can they leave you any benefits? "
Lu Ya seemed to be used to the mysterious appearance of the person. He glanced over with a cold expression.
"Tian Yan, when will you let me see Mother?"
"Didn't I say that after the God Conferment?" Daoist Tian Yan wore a cloak and hid his figure in it. "Let me guess what you're thinking. You seem to want the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl to suppress the destiny of the demons? "
Lu Ya did not answer.
Daoist Tian Yan sat on a tree branch and shook his feet in boredom. "I really don't know why you have to be obsessed with destiny. The rise and fall of the Hundred Races are just the evolution of the Heavenly Dao. Actually, it has nothing to do with destiny."
Daoist Lu Ya sneered. "If you can jump out of the Three Realms, you can naturally criticize people like us who have yet to transcend."
"How can it be that easy to transcend?" Tian Yan's figure disappeared into the thick fog. "If you want to attack, why don't you think of a way to frame the Immortal of Chanism? I don't want you to die so early in the God-Conferment. Although Zhao Gongming is powerful, his three sisters are the real ruthless ones. "
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