blueteamnovel Chapter 479 - 360: Taking Disciples on Behalf of the Master_2
Chapter 479 - 360: Taking Disciples on Behalf of the Master_2
Chapter 479: Chapter 360: Taking Disciples on Behalf of the Master_2
So, she concocted a lie, “Father was injured during a magical duel and is in closed-door cultivation; I need to take care of him.”
Yang Xuan nodded firmly, “Mother, go ahead, I’ll send Sister back to the county town.”
Yang Si, having married and had children, was already accustomed to the life of an ordinary person and was not suited to stay on the mountain.
Zhao Yao was startled and asked, “What about you?”
“I will wait on the mountain for Father and Mother to return.”
“Your father has been severely injured; it might take many years for him to recover completely...”
“Then I’ll wait too.”
Yang Xuan, holding back his tears, said, “There are many elder brothers on the mountain who can take care of me; I’m not afraid of being bullied with my strength!”
“Xuan’er, take care of yourself.”
Zhao Yao gave up on the idea of sending Yang Xuan down the mountain; with the protection of the Demon Saint on Qingyun Mountain, even the Daheng Empire would not dare to cross the boundary.
“Sisi, I’ll take you down the mountain!”
With those words, she transformed into a streak of light, swept up Yang Si, and soared into the sky without the slightest pause, disappearing into the horizon.
In the courtyard.
Yang Xuan stared blankly for a long time; just a few days ago, he was enjoying family happiness, and all of a sudden, he was left utterly alone.
Woof woof woof!
The black dog, sensing its master’s sorrow, circled around a few times, calling back Yang Xuan’s thoughts.
“I still have you two!”
Yang Xuan picked up the black dog and leapt onto the Golden Eagle’s back.
“Let’s go to big brother’s place; it’s been a while since I’ve drunk Monkey Wine, a single drunken bout can dissolve a thousand worries!”
From that day on.
Yang Xuan lived on Qingyun Mountain, waiting for his parents to return. Spring came and went, and five years passed.
That day.
On Monkey Mountain’s arena.
It was time for the annual test of strength.
Yang Xuan stood on the platform, with his arms crossed and a smile playing on his lips as he watched the crowd of demons.
“I’ll take on ten!”
The group of demons drooped like frostbitten eggplants, hanging their heads and hesitantly refusing to step onto the stage.
“These whippersnappers, they get worse every year!”
The Three-Headed Tiger cursed and said, “Kid, just come down already; from now on, you’ll just sit and watch, and you’re forbidden from competing. If this keeps up, I fear that every demon of Qingyun Mountain will turn into a coward!”
The demons, upon hearing the reprimand, blushed and shied away, none daring to climb up to the stage for abuse.
Yang Xuan feigned modesty, “That doesn’t seem right; I have neither cultivation nor am I of significant age.”
“This year, consider yourself first!”
Sun Dali said helplessly, “This poor Daoist has saved treasures for hundreds of years, and you’re about to strip them all away.”
“Okay then.”
Yang Xuan leapt down and sat on a chair at the edge, turning to the many Demon Kings on his left.
“Great Saint, please exert some pressure on this junior!”
Sun Changsheng nodded slightly, without any visible action, boundless pressure descended upon Yang Xuan.
“Roar!”
Yang Xuan’s voice was deep, like the thundering of drums, his forehead transformed to reveal mysterious patterns, and his stature suddenly increased to twelve feet, his muscles coiling like dragons, his strength increasing tenfold.
“Now it’s a bit interesting,” Sun Changsheng said, “but compared to the young of true dragons and qilins, you still lack something!”
“True dragons!”
“Qilins!”
“Brother Xuan’s strength is terrifying like this!”
The crowd of demons exclaimed in shock, their discussions buzzing. They all had some amount of heterogeneous bloodline in them, yet only their ancestors could compare to true dragons and qilins, the gap as vast as the difference between clouds and mud.
“Again.”
As Yang Xuan’s words fell, a limitless pressure assailed him, his bones and muscles creaking loudly, and fresh red blood oozed from his pores.
Roar!
After a bellow, his twelve-foot frame swelled further, his entire body marked with strange patterns.
Yang Xuan looked down, his eyes blood-red, his palms as large as mats grasped Sun Changsheng, pulling upwards as if he were uprooting a radish.
“Interesting, interesting, with such strength, unrivaled among your peers!”
Sun Changsheng scanned the patterns, memorizing them in an instant, and compared them to the vast trove of immortal cultivation scriptures in his mind, finding none similar.
Immortal cultivation originates from the laws of heaven and earth, and all array patterns and prohibitions have some similarities. These patterns look completely different, surely not within the realm of immortal cultivation.
“Yet it seems somewhat familiar...”
Sun Changsheng pondered for a long time, finally recalling from segments of his memory that these patterns bore some resemblance to the ghost spirits refined by his master.
The ghost spirit was originally a wooden statue, after being refined by his master’s supreme divine power, it seemed almost alive. Fine patterns emerged on the surface of the ghost spirit’s body, different from those on Yang Xuan, but their paths appeared similar.
“That’s enough.”
As Sun Changsheng spoke, the once slightly out-of-control Yang Xuan instantly returned to normal.
His size quickly shrank, restoring to a handsome young man.
Yang Xuan bowed deeply and said, “This junior thanks the Great Saint.”
Sun Changsheng spoke, “You, lad, have good talent. Would you like to follow this poor Daoist in cultivation?”
“Greetings, Master!”
Yang Xuan was overjoyed, before him stood the only human immortal in Dongsheng Divine Continent, even more formidable than the True Gods of the Heavenly Court.
After becoming a disciple, whatever enemies his parents had provoked would be easily resolved.
“It is not to become a disciple of this poor Daoist,”
Sun Changsheng shook his head and said, “What this poor Daoist practices is immortal cultivation and Qi Refinement; you lack a Spirit Root and ultimately won’t achieve much success, so I cannot teach you!”
Yang Xuan did not show any sign of disappointment but said, “The individual recommended by the Great Saint must have astonishing cultivation. It would be an honor for this junior to be able to cultivate with them.”
Sun Changsheng nodded in satisfaction, smiling as he said.
“That person is my master, whose divine power indeed shakes heaven and earth. He counts for nothing in the whole Dongsheng Divine Continent! I shall accept you as a disciple on behalf of my master, teaching you the cultivation technique of Qi-Blood and acupoints. Would you like to enter my sect?”
Meanwhile,
Far, ten thousand li away, Zhou Yi was diligently accumulating good deeds when he suddenly sneezed.
“Hiss! Even a Nascent Soul Daoist catches a cold? It must surely be due to karmic forces. This poor Daoist must do good deeds quickly, to become pure and clean as soon as possible!”