One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 959 Negotiations Fail, Divine Arrogance

Yang Jian's cold and indifferent words directly crossed Zhao Fangxu's bottom line.

This forced him to confront a fact he didn't want to believe.

Not all immortals and gods are like Hu Xiuwu, who shares their stance and is easy to talk to.

Not all high-ranking deities are willing to stoop down and listen to the advice of mortals.

Although Yang Jian was willing to rebel against the Heavenly Court for the sake of mortals, it was out of pity for those in high positions and disdain for the Heavenly Court's exploitation of the weak.

However, this does not mean that Yang Jian was willing to restrict the freedom he should enjoy for the sake of mortals.

I disdain the indiscriminate killing of innocent people, nor will I arbitrarily demand offerings from ordinary people.

But you still want to restrict how high I can fly when I ride the clouds, and how much noise I should make when I open the cave.

Yang Jian was about to show those who had raised the issue just how sharp his three-pointed double-edged sword was!
Zhao Fangxu bowed and said, "Then please, True Lord, do not commit indiscriminate killing. Although our strength is weak, we still have a heart full of passion!"

After saying that, he did not get up.

But the underlying threat in his tone revealed a proud and unyielding spirit.

Hua Feng and the village chief of Jiajia Village behind him were all worried for him. Liu Baiyuan was the most decisive, his long sword going straight ahead as he followed Zhao Fangxu.

Hua Feng did not hesitate for long and followed his old leader to kneel down in the palm of the True Lord's hand.

Head bowed, heart warm!
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the fat old man in his palm with newfound respect:

"You've got guts."

"The Emperor is right, the mortals here are truly different!"

In the world of Black Myth, mortals rarely possess such an uplifting and indomitable spirit.

However, this does not mean that Yang Jian agreed to Zhao Fangxu's request.

"For the sake of the Emperor, I will tolerate your rudeness today!"

Erlang Shen finished speaking.

Zhao Fangxu and the others felt the earth tilting and the sky spinning.

Yang Jian didn't want to talk anymore, so he tilted his palm and shook them off.

Fortunately, Yang Jian did not intend to kill.

Although they were shaken off as if falling off a cliff, three seconds later, they were all standing safely on the ground.

Even the helicopter and its pilot, who had no cultivation level, were completely unharmed.

However, all of them had been thrown into an open space at the foot of Mount Hua, in a parking lot that had long been cleared out by Na Du Tong.

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“What I am reminding you of is not falsehood; you must learn how to communicate with God.”

"The Emperor spoils you too much."

Yang Jian's voice floated softly in Zhao Fangxu's ear.

Zhao Fangxu, however, with his belly protruding, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the colorful lights atop Mount Hua.

He studied and pondered the meaning of Erlang Shen's words over and over again, wishing he could extract deeper information from each word.

What is the meaning of Erlang in the mythology?

Behind him, Jia Fangning from Jiajia Village and Liu Baiyuan hadn't thought that far ahead yet, and felt a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

Jia Fangning glared at Hua Feng, huffing and puffing, "You old bastard, don't come looking for me next time you're doing this kind of work!"

Liu Baiyuan casually sat down on the ground, propped his sword on the ground, and rubbed his aching back: "For something like this, you should go find the Old Celestial Master. What's the use of coming to us?" "If all else fails, you still have that Lion King!"

He's not afraid of fighting; we're all men from Shaanxi, who's afraid of fighting!
However, this feeling of powerlessness, as if charging towards the sky, is truly despairing.

Liu Baiyuan suddenly realized that he did not yet have the cultivation level of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, but he could sense the Great Sage Equaling Heaven's state of mind.

How can they fight like this? They can't even escape from someone's palm!
The group had a good relationship, so Hua Feng retorted irritably, "If it weren't for the urgency of the matter and the fact that we didn't have time to invite the old master from Longhu Mountain, who would bother with old fogies like you?"

As for Shishiro...

Hua Feng sighed deeply: "If we really invite the Lion King here, and the two gods confront each other, we will really offend Erlang Shen."

Zhao Fangxu possessed a token bearing the founding seal of the nation. The Lion King was highly connected to the nation's destiny, and Zhao could use this connection to directly summon the Lion King for assistance.

However, Zhao Fangxu did not activate the command token until the negotiations failed.

Inviting one god to confront another might anger Yang Jian, since in every myth and legend, Erlang Shen is a proud and aloof war god who would rather guard the mouth of the Guan River than obey orders or enjoy comforts in the Heavenly Court.

If Yang Jian interprets Shishiro's appearance as a provocation, then things will truly be beyond repair.

Hua Feng said to Liu Baiyuan and Jia Fangning, "Don't you two know the impact of Erlang Shen's attitude on society?"

In truth, Jia Fangning and Liu Baiyuan understood these principles perfectly well. It was simply a way for the older generation to relax after surviving a period of immense pressure and hardship.

Besides, one should not meddle in matters outside one's jurisdiction. Extraordinary individuals are not omniscient; they don't participate in maintaining social order. All they can do is eat well, rest well, and cultivate diligently.

If one day I achieve success in my cultivation, I will ascend to the Moon Palace.

Immortals and gods would naturally look up to them.

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"These mortals are truly ignorant."

Yang Jian shook his head.

Perhaps it has been at the top of the food chain for too long, and has never been surpassed by any other being.

In Yang Jian's view, the actions of mortals in the mortal realm sometimes went too far. They could even be described as arrogant.

In the world of Black Myth, no mortal would ever dare to speak to him like that.

The Holy Mother covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled, "I think it's precisely because these mortals have such ambition that they can create such a magical city-state."

"Second Brother also admires this state of mind, which is why he gave that person a final reminder."

Yang Jian did not admit it directly, but simply said, "They will find out sooner or later."

"Giggle."

The Holy Mother of the Three Realms did not speak, but just kept smiling.

Yang Jian's shoulders twitched. His sister's teasing made him want to leave. He pulled off the landscape brocade pouch from his waist.

The woven fabric pouch depicting mountains and water, amidst a wisp of mountain mist, transformed into a basket filled with mountains and water.

It's like a miniature bonsai, a small world in a bamboo basket, with rainbows and mountain mists surrounding the mountain, birds startled into the forest, and deer darting into the grass.

On the mountain, there is also an exquisite Zhenjun Taoist Temple. The temple is quite large, and the layout of the backyard of Zhenjun Temple can cover the entire mountain. In the temple, there are 1,200 grass-root gods who are practicing martial arts, maintaining their armor, sharpening their swords, sparring, playing chess, or playing solo.

With the presence of the 1,200 grass-root gods, the six brothers of Meishan are naturally also present.

Behind Zhenjun Temple, a majestic snow-capped mountain casts a shadow, and gusts of cold wind blow through it.

In the snow-capped mountains, the wild boar Zhu Zizhen nestled in a thatched hut halfway up the mountain, facing the cold wind, still bare-chested and belly exposed, drinking and laughing heartily; the ox spirit Jin Dasheng held a Xuanhua axe, diligently patrolling the forest, even though there were no enemies here; the white snake Chang Hao put down his spear, built a study, ground ink and dipped his brush, writing travelogues.

Hiding in the mountain stream, facing the relentless cold wind and frost, Yang Xian, the goat, was practicing fire magic and ring blades, causing the accumulated snow to steam and become as warm as a hot spring; while Yuan Hong, the white ape, and Wu Long, the centipede, were in the Zhenjun Temple in the mountains, looking at the various mortal world books that Erlang Shen had brought into the temple, familiarizing themselves with the situation in the mortal world.