Chu Qian had indeed gathered quite a number of treasures. Typical Golden Immortal demons would not have such a fortune, but the Undead Bone demon did have a few treasures.
First, it was the blood-colored banner. When it was waved, it could sweep out a sea of blood and black clouds. At that moment, just by looking at it closely, one could hear the wailing of ghosts …
"What a vicious Dharma treasure," said Lü Chunyang with a frown.
Yang Jian stood up and went forward to receive the banner. He removed the banner and grabbed the black spear, shaking it vigorously.
It was quite heavy.
However, when Yang Jian injected a wisp of the Xuan Gang into it, the black spear trembled. With a crack, a few cracks appeared on it.
"It's just a piece of scrap metal." Yang Jian shattered the black spear. Clearly, the main treasure was the banner. The spear's shaft was only used as a "decoration".
Lü Chunyang smiled and said, "Such a vicious Dharma treasure should be destroyed as soon as possible."
"Senior, please do it."
"Alright." Lü Chunyang sat there motionlessly. A five-colored flame bloomed in his palm and he threw it at the banner. The flame was truly mystical. In the blink of an eye, it ignited the banner and burned it to ashes.
Yang Jian did not ask about the divine powers, nor was he envious. He looked at the few treasures behind Chu Qian. None of them caught his interest, so he sighed.
"Give these treasures to Senior Lü Chunyang."
"Yes." Chu Qian bowed in response. With a wave of her hand, the treasures floated in front of Lü Chunyang.
Lü Chunyang immediately put on a stern face and said, "Are you looking down on me?"
Yang Jian was speechless. "Chu Qian, keep these treasures. If you don't need them in the future, you can exchange them for a few Dharma treasures for your own use when you accumulate more."
Chu Qian nodded and smiled as she put away the treasures. Then, she sat down on the cushion on the side of the short table and sat there quietly.
Only then did Lü Chunyang's expression soften a little. He looked at Chu Qian and said, "I saved you before, but I don't need you to repay me. Just play a tune."
Chu Qian looked at Yang Jian and said softly, "You need to ask … my Young Master."
Young master? Yang Jian was eating and almost bit his tongue.
Yang Xiaochan also chuckled. Then, she felt a little strange in her heart. She felt that Chu Qian's attitude towards her brother had changed a little.
Yang Jian really didn't care for such a genteel and sour way of addressing him.
"Who is that? That young master!" Lü Chunyang slapped the table. He also liked to watch jokes. He raised his eyebrows. "It's just listening to the zither. You can't be so petty, right?"
"Play it!" Yang Jian glared at Chu Qian. The latter was weak and pitiful, so Yang Jian couldn't do anything.
The sound of the zither started, and the wine was replaced.
Yang Jian and Lü Chunyang continued to exchange cups. This time, the immortal wine was not intoxicating. Instead, it had pure immortal power, which helped Yang Jian recover his cultivation quickly.
As time went by, Lü Chunyang and Yang Jian started chatting.
Lü Chunyang wanted to talk to Yang Jian as an equal. He even found an opportunity to get Yang Jian to call him "Big Brother Lü" instead of "Senior".
He was the reincarnation of Tung Wang Kung. Before his reincarnation, he was the son of the Connate Almighty Goddess Yuan Ling. His background and fortune were both profound.
When the Celestial Court was first established, he entered the Celestial Court and was in charge of the immortal records of the male immortals. Now that he had reincarnated as a human and cultivated Daira again, he was called "Big Brother" by Yang Jian. It was not a humiliation to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian obediently called "Big Brother Lü". Lü Chunyang was full of smiles. One could see that he really liked Yang Jian.
He really found Yang Jian pleasing to the eye, so he gave Yang Jian a few pointers.
Although the demon race appeared weak, they were not weak. If Yang Jian continued to kill big demons without restraint, the Patriarchs of the demon race might plot against him.
Yang Jian pondered for a while and asked, "Brother Lü, the demons are still causing trouble for the human race. Don't we have a few mighty figures who are comparable to their Patriarchs?"
"Of course there are, but most of them have their concerns." Lü Chunyang smiled bitterly and said, "To put it bluntly, half of the mighty figures in the Dao Sect who protect the human race are not humans. They are only doing it for the destiny of the human race."
Yang Jian did not comment. That was because, to be honest, his master, Yuding, was not a human either …
Lü Chunyang drank a cup of wine and continued, "How many itinerant cultivators like me are there in Daira that relied on the destiny of the human race? Which old fellow doesn't have tens of thousands of disciples and descendants? They have many concerns when they attack. They are afraid that they will be injured by the snake if they do not kill it. "
"I see." Yang Jian looked at Chu Qian, and Chu Qian nodded gently.
Lü Chunyang sighed and said, "Unfortunately, the Heavenly Dao has operated and left the position of the human emperor in the mortal world. Without a leader, the Center God Province was unable to eradicate the problem of the Demon Clan. Over time, it became the current situation. "
Yang Jian frowned and said, "If this continues, won't the demons have a chance to revive?"
As soon as he said that, a ray of light flashed across Yang Jian's heart.
Journey to the West!
Perhaps the Journey to the West was a calamity against the demons. However, there were no mighty figures appearing in the Journey to the West. It could not be considered an Immeasurable Tribulation. He could just make plans in the future.
Now that the God-Conferment had yet to begin, it was still too early to think about the Journey to the West.
All in all, someone like Yang Jian, whose strength was neither high nor low, could fight a Golden Immortal. His background was that the demons could not afford to provoke him, nor could they take revenge on him. He was really a killing embryo that could reduce the demons' spirit.
It was a rare occurrence.
However, Lü Chunyang was still worried that the mighty figures of the demons would plot against Yang Jian. He instructed Yang Jian to carefully survey the area before he wanted to kill a demon. It would be best if he killed the demon quickly and immediately escaped far away so that the demons would not know of his whereabouts.
Yang Jian nodded and agreed. He felt that Lü Chunyang was honest and upright. He was also considerate.
Yang Jian wanted to know why Lü Chunyang had reincarnated. However, he was afraid that if he asked, it would trigger Lü Chunyang's thoughts. He pondered for a while and asked about the sword on Lü Chunyang's back.
Lü Chunyang took the sword and showed it to Yang Jian. It was really a divine weapon. It was sharp beyond compare.
The sword had an extraordinary origin. Yang Jian was a little envious.
Lv Chunyang sheathed his treasured sword and asked Yang Jian why he had suddenly appeared with the Fiend Race. Did he have enmity with the Fiend Race?
Yang Jian said that he just wanted to make a name for himself and help the human race get rid of the demons.
When he heard this answer, Lü Chunyang was stunned.
To be able to say such a 'vulgar' reason so casually, Yang Jian was really magnanimous and unconventional.
Yang Xiaochan couldn't help but add, "My brother doesn't want to be praised by the human race. We just want to save our mother!"
"Xiaochan!" Yang Jian frowned and scolded. Yang Xiaochan pouted and lowered her head. She realized that she had said something wrong.
Lü Chunyang put down the wine cup and frowned. "What's going on? Your master is Yuding. Your grandmaster is the immortal and inextinguishable saint. Someone dares to harm your family? Who would be so daring? "
Yang Jian pointed at the sky and smiled bitterly.
The zither stopped playing. Chu Qian looked at Yang Jian with concern.
Lü Chunyang calculated with his fingers and seemed to understand something. His expression was solemn. He stood up and paced back and forth beside the short table.
"You want to use the situation to make that person lower his head?"
"Yes." Yang Jian knew who Lü Chunyang was referring to.
"This matter is too dangerous." Lü Chunyang was filled with caution. He sat down again and looked at Yang Jian. "I've served him for hundreds of thousands of years. Isn't it the same now … How dare you plot against him?"
Yang Jian sighed and raised his cup. "Let's not talk about this. I've made up my mind. After drinking this wine, I'll continue on my way. I'll kill demons and let the Primordial World know my name!"
"Alright!" Lü Chunyang was infected by Yang Jian's heroism. "If you need my help, just tell me! At most, I'll reincarnate and cultivate again! I, Lü Chunyang, will still be Lü Chunyang even if I cultivate a thousand times! "
"This is my family's matter after all. It won't be nice if you do it, Brother Lü." Yang Jian's eyes were filled with sincerity.
Lü Chunyang pondered for a while and nodded. "Now that you mention it, I understand a little. That's right. This is your family's matter after all. Tsk, family matters … Is your mother the White Lotus Princess Yohime? "
Yang Jian nodded and admitted it. The reincarnation of Tung Wang Kung was overjoyed. He sized up Yang Jian and Yang Xiaochan again and clapped his hands and laughed.
"So, you're actually Yohime's son and daughter. Haha! The world is really amazing. Your mother called me brother back then. I've been reborn, and you actually … Hahaha! Come on, let's drink! I don't have anything on me. It's really … "
"Brother Lü, don't stand on ceremony! Xiaochan, give Brother Lü a toast too. He's our mother's old friend. He should be our elder. "
Yang Xiaochan raised his cup. Lü Chunyang hurriedly sat up straight and drank a cup of wine embarrassedly. He looked at Yang Jian and simply took out a scroll from his bosom.
"I only have a sword with me, and I can't give it away. But this remnant scroll is also a token of my appreciation. I'll help you save your mother and return with glory! "
Yang Jian took it respectfully. He didn't even look at it and kept it immediately. He cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Brother Lü!"
"Sigh, Brother Yang … How many people would dare to go against the Celestial Court?" Lü Chunyang patted Yang Jian's shoulder.
Yang Jian smiled. "Let's not talk about this. Let's talk about something happy."
"Fine! There's wine for today. Let's enjoy today. Let's continue drinking. Why did the zither stop? "
Chu Qian was lost in thought at the side. He quickly lowered his head and played the zither when he heard this. The sound of the zither was not melancholy. It was more cheerful.
The two brothers exchanged toasts again. They talked about the world and the past. Yang Jian broadened his horizons. Lü Chunyang also vented the depression in his heart.
Half a day later, Lü Chunyang left with his sword on his back. He looked relaxed.
Yang Jian cultivated on the spot. He would continue his journey after he recovered his strength.
How experienced was Lü Chunyang's eyes? When Yang Jian was playing with his long sword, he could tell that Yang Jian wanted a divine weapon. So he left a message and an invitation.
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