Don't let Yu Ding take on any more disciples.

Chapter 40 Junior Brother Shen

Summoned by my master...

Yu Ding felt a little guilty. As far as he knew, the Twelve Golden Immortals had been trained for tens of thousands of years and usually cultivated in their own temples, but would occasionally visit the Jade Void Palace.

However, for these immortals, a hundred years or so is just a blink of an eye. The so-called "occasionally" sounds simple, but it has been hundreds or even thousands of years.

Since he began his apprenticeship, Yuanshi has never summoned his disciple.

So, has the time travel been exposed, or... has the fact that he taught Yuan Hong been revealed?
Yu Ding's expression was unpredictable, shifting between light and dark.

If it were the latter, it would be easier to say. It's normal for a deity to be restless and teach a disciple to play around; it's not a big deal.

The disciple was a bit unruly and had a bad temper. He had a small misunderstanding with the Heavenly Court, and then accidentally attacked the Heavenly Court... That makes sense, doesn't it?

Yu Ding's thoughts wandered aimlessly. Besides, that wicked disciple of Taiyi was no match for my... Oh right, Taiyi's disciple hasn't been born yet.

Gradually, Yu Ding became more relaxed about the matter of the disciple and stopped worrying. If he really couldn't deny it, he would bring out the above excuse and say that the disciple had already been expelled from the sect and had nothing to do with him.

But if it involves time travel...

Thinking of this, Yu Ding's heart couldn't help but feel heavy. Yu Ding Zhenren was a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun. How could his master sit still if his beloved disciple had been possessed?

Even if he wanted to run away, how could he possibly escape the palm of the Primordial Celestial Venerable?
Gradually, a resolute glint flashed in Yu Ding's eyes. Since he couldn't escape, he had no choice but to face his fear—no, his dear master…

"Bei Yue, take your men and leave!"

Yu Ding stood up and patted his spotless Taoist robe: "Remember, from now on you must not do evil, bully others, or oppress the weak. You must do more good deeds..."

"Yes!"

Bei Yue's expression hardened, and he bowed deeply.

As he bent over, the wound on his chest immediately reopened, and the blood of a true immortal, carrying a few wisps of fragrance, spurted from his newly changed robes, staining them crimson.

Both Yu Ding and Master Bei Yue were stunned.

The situation became quite awkward.

Master Beiyue felt like dying. Although the sword energy was difficult to erase from his body for the time being, he was a true immortal and it was not fatal.

A single mishap could cause the wound to reopen and bleed profusely...

"Cough, try to eliminate the sword energy yourself first."

Yu Ding coughed lightly: "You heard it too. I still have things to do right now. If you can't pass the time, then come to my temple in a while and I will help you resolve it."

"Thank you, Immortal!" said Master Beiyue.

This time, however, the movement was very small, and I dared not bend down.

At that moment, a white crane spread its wings and flew in.

Yu Ding lightly touched the ground with his toes, and with a swift movement, he landed gracefully behind the crane, proclaiming in a clear voice, "Remember to do good deeds..."

His teachings were purposeful; if these people were inspired by him to do more good deeds in the future, he would also have a share of the merit from his guidance.

He lacks merit now!

We are in dire need of supplies!

Because his disciples committed murder and evil deeds, some of the karmic consequences would fall on him.

Heaven's way is impartial; if a teacher is not strict in their teaching, and fails to reach the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal who transcends the Three Realms and Five Elements, Heaven will keep a clear record of it in its little notebook.

When he faces his tribulation, these karmic consequences will be added to his tribulation, increasing its difficulty.

Good deeds can reduce negative karma.

Being a master is tough... Yu Ding sighed inwardly.

Yuan Hong's rampage in the Heavenly Palace was bound to result in numerous bloodshed.

Now, another tribulation awaits him on his path to immortality. Under the influence of his eldest disciple's "filial piety," Yu Ding can almost feel the dark clouds of tribulation looming over his forehead.

"From now on, I should teach more people to do positive things to reduce the sins of myself and my disciple..." Yu Ding thought to himself.

Before understanding the truth of the matter, a master should naturally choose to believe his disciple.

He believed he had some understanding of Yuan Hong's character and conduct, which was why he absolutely did not believe that Yuan Hong would cause such a disturbance in the Heavenly Palace without a reason.

He also believes there must be something more to it this time.

Of course, if Yuan Hong really goes astray, becomes a demon, and betrays his original intentions and vows to him, then as his master, all he can do at that time is to clean house.

After giving him some patient instructions, Yu Ding boarded his convertible supersonic plane and flew towards the Kunlun Mountains.

This time, however, he patiently instructed the crane to fly slowly so that he could recuperate and restore his cultivation.

……

It was during this trip that Yu Ding finally gained an impression of the prehistoric world.

It's huge! It's absolutely enormous!
Vast and boundless, stretching to the horizon, its boundaries are hard to fathom, and some of the mountains and forests are filled with the atmosphere of ancient times and the wilderness.

Yu Ding rode on a crane, looking at the vast prehistoric world with great awe.

He had some idea of ​​what the primordial world was like, but it was clear that the true vastness of the primordial world still exceeded his imagination.

Fortunately, He'er knew the way; otherwise, he doubted whether he would have gotten lost in this vast wilderness if he traveled alone.

On the way, Yu Ding didn't dare to linger. After recovering some of his magic power, he had Xiao He'er activate the double supersonic mode to head towards Kunlun Mountain.

At the same time, Yu Ding was also experiencing the wonders of the fourth transformation of the Yuan Gong.

As one's cultivation level increases, the speed at which one can refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into magical power will also greatly increase.

……

Heavenly Court, Imperial Water Pavilion.

A pavilion built next to a lotus pond, whose water is connected to the Heavenly Pool.

The Heavenly Emperor Haotian, dressed in a casual white robe embroidered with gold, sat in a pavilion fishing with a fishing rod in hand, looking quite relaxed.

clap clap clap!
In Tianchi Lake, a group of golden carp and dragon turtles splashed on the water, vying to jump onto his hook.

Haotian's fishing hook was still three feet above the water, and his face gradually became filled with frustration.

Wow!

A turtle with a dragon-shaped head excitedly burst out of the water, smashing aside its other rivals, and lunged at the fishhook.

But just as it was about to bite the hook...

"..." Haotian flicked his fishing rod expressionlessly, and the dragon turtle missed its target and fell back into the water.

He was quite annoyed. Did he really come here to fish?

No, he was enjoying the process.

The years of cultivation are tedious and boring, and even great masters need to develop hobbies to relieve boredom and embellish their lives.

Fish in the mortal world generally have low intelligence, but fishing often involves outsmarting and testing one's patience, which can be considered a good pastime and a form of spiritual practice.

But once they arrived in Heaven... everything changed!

The fish and turtles here are all quite intelligent. They know that the Heavenly Emperor no longer needs to eat, so they all fawn over him and bite the hook, hoping to follow him and gain benefits... Splash!

At this moment, the dragon turtle pushed aside its competitors, burst out of the water again, and excitedly opened its mouth to bite the fishhook.

Haotian glanced at the dragon turtle indifferently.

This time his hand didn't tremble; he quietly watched as the dragon turtle bit the hook and wouldn't let go.

Then, Haotian handed the fishing rod to the waiter beside him without expression and said, "Take it and stew it."

Dragon Turtle: "???"

It stared at the figure in shock.

After realizing the other party wasn't joking, it desperately opened its mouth to spit out the hook, trying to escape, but it couldn't.

In the lotus pond, a group of fish and turtles scattered and fled in all directions, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Haotian sighed as he looked at the lotus pond. He figured that no more fish would be vying to take his bait anymore.

His hobby... has been banned again!
Has Taibai returned?

Haotian gazed at the lotus pond, hands clasped behind his back, and asked in a deep voice.

The Eight Immortals of Biyou and the Twelve Golden Immortals of Yuxu that he asked for this time were the apples of Yuanshi Tongtian's eye, so how could those two leaders agree?
But if you don't agree, you'll be playing right into his hands.

Once Taibai returns empty-handed, he can rightfully and justifiably go to the Dao Ancestor to resign from his position as Heavenly Emperor.

He had prepared his words carefully. He needed to be careful with his tone, making sure it sounded aggrieved and sincere, highlighting his difficulties and past hardships and efforts, in an attempt to move the Dao Ancestor...

This time, Taibai has to be mindful of others' feelings for him, and even suffer some physical pain...

Haotian showed a hint of sympathy, but for the sake of his freedom, he had no choice but to make Taibai suffer a bit.

……

The Kunlun Mountains are majestic and vast, with an imposing presence.

It is the first sacred mountain after Buzhou Mountain in ancient times, and is known as the ancestor of all mountains.

The Jade Void Palace atop the mountain is the ancestral temple of the Chan Sect.

As far as the eye can see, the mountains stretch endlessly, with almost every peak rising majestically from the clouds.

The entire summit of Kunlun Mountain was glowing, radiating auspicious energy and countless purple wisps, with pale golden light flowing around it, showcasing the extraordinary grandeur of this sacred place.

As a sect in the primordial world that can rival the immortals, the Chan sect also has many Qi cultivators and immortals, and countless people with profound roots and blessings.

At this moment, in a corner of the Jade Void Sacred Realm, a group of disciples from the Chan Sect gathered.

Two disciples are sparring on a high platform.

A man dressed in a blue robe, with a handsome face, stood in mid-air, exuding an indescribable dashing charm.

Another disciple, who appeared to be a young man, was dressed in a black robe. He had an ordinary appearance, his robe was torn, and he was covered in wounds. He stared at his opponent with a wary expression and was slightly out of breath.

"Xiao Zhen, keep it up!"

"Hurry up and attack! You can't possibly be unable to defeat a disciple who's only been in the sect for a hundred years?"

Laughter erupted from the surrounding stands.

In the sky, the handsome, blue-robed Taoist raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Did you hear that, Junior Brother Shen? Admit defeat!"

The young man in black robes stubbornly shook his head upon hearing this.

"Hmph, if you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being impolite as your senior brother."

Xiao Zhen's expression turned cold. He made a hand seal and pointed, sending eight multicolored streaks of light piercing the air and weaving through the stage, slicing down the sharp sword beams.

The young man in black robes moved swiftly to dodge, but he was still slashed in the back by the flying sword, resulting in another wound.

However, he also rolled over and arrived in front of Xiao Zhen, who was standing in mid-air.

"Five...Five Thunder... Technique!"

The young man in black robes quickly made a hand seal, bit his finger, wrote the character "thunder" on his palm, and raised his right hand high, pointing it downwards.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning as thick as a water bucket struck down with a deafening roar.

"what?!"

As soon as Xiao Zhen looked up, he was struck by the falling lightning, flying backward with smoke billowing from his body and convulsing.

"Five Thunder Technique?"

The onlookers watched in astonishment, their gazes turning to the black-robed youth covered in wounds with complex emotions.

No one cheered, and no one applauded.

"Senior brother... I'm so sorry!"

The young man in black robes seemed used to the crowd's reactions. He cupped his hands in greeting and prepared to leave the stage alone in silence.

"Why would someone use such a cruel move during a friendly sparring session?"

The white-haired old immortal who was in charge of recording stepped forward to check on Xiao Zhen's condition and then frowned and said, "When did you master the Five Thunder Technique?"

The young man in black frowned, took a deep breath, and patiently said, "Just...not long ago..."

"He concealed his mastery of the Five Thunder Technique, hoping to use it unexpectedly in the competition. What a deep cunning."

The white-haired immortal snorted, "Besides, how can such a powerful high-level Dao technique as the Five Thunder Technique be used on a fellow disciple?"

The young man in black robes tried his best to explain, "I...I..."

Boo!
Before the words were finished, a crane's cry echoed from the sky.

A figure rode a crane and flew over the heads of the crowd.

"That's... Senior Brother Yu Ding from the Twelve True Disciples!" the white-haired immortal exclaimed in surprise.

Upon hearing this, everyone below, regardless of gender, immediately became excited.

This is the kind of fervor that comes from seeing a living idol actually appear before your eyes.

They joined the sect relatively late, by which time the Twelve Golden Immortals had already completed their training, so they had no chance to meet them. However, they had heard of the great names of these twelve senior brothers in the prehistoric world.

It can be said that these twelve people are the idols and goals of all the disciples of Jade Void.

At this moment, amidst the cheers of the crowd, the white crane returned and landed above their heads.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Yu Ding!"

Everyone quickly bowed and paid their respects to the jade tripod.

Yu Ding smiled and said, "No need for formalities, no need for formalities. What are you all doing here in such a lively place?"

P.S.: Happy Labor Day everyone!

(End of this chapter)