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Chapter 448 A Disciple Falls from the Sky

Three thousand miles is not too far for a ninth-rank master. Everyone was unsure of their position when they suddenly noticed a strong movement of divine power coming from the direction of the cliff island in the dark night.

Lin Sanren turned around suddenly, his eyes almost blacking out, and cursed: "He is really crazy, I..."

He was so angry that he blurted out the "Laozi" catchphrase often used by crazy scholars.

Mu Xiaoxiao was quick and grabbed Lin Sanren's robe, shouting, "The Cliff Island has been imprisoned. The demon can't escape, and no one else can get in. You can't help except to increase the power of the heavenly tribulation. Don't distract him."

Lin Sanren's eyes turned red. He pushed Mu Xiaoxiao away and cursed fiercely, "Can I watch him die in front of me?"

He and Jia Shusheng have been friends for more than 9,000 years. They have had quarrels and conflicts, and have been through countless life and death together. Whether it is charging into battle or doing bad things, they are always together. The two of them have similar interests and are closer than brothers, with a brotherly relationship that is as close as bones connected.

He really wanted to grab the scholar and hit his stupid head hard.

Is it worth it for a demon?
From afar came a loud and wild laugh, which goes, "A real man is born between heaven and earth. What is there to be happy about in life, and what is there to be afraid of in death?"

Monk Wurong, Wu Luo, Xiong Youzhao and others all stopped Lin Sanren.

"Donor Lin, it will be useless for you to go now. Donor Jia should have decided from the beginning to use himself as bait to trigger a great heavenly calamity to kill the demon. He has already sealed off the cliff island with his mind power. He is determined to live and die with the demon."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, please think twice. The great calamity has already been triggered. With Fellow Daoist Jia's magical powers, perhaps he can survive it."

"Yes, if you charge again, the combined power of the three heavenly tribulations will leave you with no chance of survival."

Everyone tried their best to dissuade Lin Sanren from doing anything bad.

When the scholar heard the words "Heavenly Tribulation, help me destroy the demon and restore order to the world", he bowed deeply towards the south and said, "'Devote one's heart, know one's nature, know heaven', this is the role model for contemporary scholars and a great scholar in the past five thousand years."

Lin Sanren sighed dejectedly. The Jia scholar he knew was "unkind and stubborn, not really". He was a crazy scholar who loved wine and meat in the guise of a Confucian. In the end, he even tore up the Confucian classics, saying that they were all bullshit.

He didn't believe that Lao Jia suddenly transformed himself into a "great scholar".

That guy used to have some elegance in him, but later he took a detour and went further and further away.

This time it must be crazy.

Seeing that Lin Sanren had stopped making a fuss, everyone bowed and saluted in the direction of the cliff island where colorful thunder was rolling.

In order to save all living beings in the world, he attracted lightning and died together with the devil. He is truly a great man!
At this moment, they were truly filled with admiration.

But even if they are beaten to death, it is impossible for them to sacrifice themselves for others. It is too difficult.

The higher the level of cultivation, the longer one lives. Only those who are at the same level as Jia Shusheng can understand how difficult it is for him.

Mu Xiaoxiao stared at the magnificent scene of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting in the dark night. Thunder rumbled in her ears. She was speechless for a long time, and suddenly sent a voice message: "Lao Lin, you said last time that Brother Jia's condition has improved?"

"What the hell is going on? He went crazy again at the critical moment. I...Alas!"

"Brother Jia has never been confused about major issues. Even when he was extremely crazy, he never did anything too outrageous. He kept his vows for three or four thousand years. I guess Brother Jia may have figured out the motto that the old Taoist left for you, or he may have seen through the secret of the Cloud Atlas."

Mu Xiaoxiao analyzed calmly through voice transmission. As a bystander, she could see things more clearly. She continued, "Brother Jia might be using the demon to attract lightning to achieve his own immortality. You see, the demon is howling miserably, and gradually he can't bear it anymore and is getting weaker. The lightning on Brother Jia's side is as bright as usual, but there is no sound. The difference is too big."

Lin Sanren was stunned when he heard this. He frowned and thought about it. After observing carefully for a while, he said in a voice transmission: "It is very likely!"

Lao Jia's series of abnormal behaviors gave him a glimmer of hope.

Gradually, everyone noticed the difference. The demon was struggling in his death throes under the great calamity, but finally, with a vicious curse, he disappeared with reluctance, and the rolling thunder all gathered in one place.

The invisible confinement on the cliff island also disappeared completely with the destruction of the demon.

"Look, Fellow Daoist Jia... is using heavenly thunder to refine his immortal body. Oh my god, how did he do that?"

Wu Luo's clone shouted, almost drooling with envy.

Having cultivated to this level, he has little interest in other disputes except ascending to the immortal world, and he has no responsibility to save the world. He hunts down the devil because the devil threatens his life and he has nowhere to hide and cannot leave it alone.

Lin Sanren grinned and cursed: "That guy made me worry for nothing. I am relieved now."

Exchanged a glance with Mu Xiaoxiao, who was also relieved.

Then he felt a little sad. He hadn't figured out the old Taoist's advice and the cloud map's hint at all, so Old Jia got the upper hand.

Maybe I really need to join forces with Mu Xiaoxiao.

Seeing the scholar laughing, he felt proud that Confucianism could make an immortal.

Anyone could see that the aura revealed by Jia Shusheng under the heavenly tribulation was extraordinary. His cultivation had surpassed the ninth level and entered the tenth level of the celestial fairyland.

The sky was filled with colorful thunder that fell like rain, and was all easily absorbed by the snow-white immortal body.

It is surrounded by countless mysterious and illusory words, some as small as mosquitoes and some as big as buckets, and it is magnificent and colorful.

Looking at the scholar, although he didn't understand the meaning, he was dazzled and intoxicated.

After about a quarter of an hour, the calamity clouds dispersed and the might of heaven disappeared.

Jia Shusheng's whole body was glittering, flowing with an immortal halo that illuminated the night sky. His body, which was hundreds of feet tall, slowly recovered, and there was no trace of shabby or dirty on him anymore. He grinned at Lin Sanren who was flying closer, nodded to Mu Xiaoxiao, and said, "I'll be waiting for you outside the Nine Heavens. Don't keep me waiting for too long. In your free time, try to figure out the things that person left behind."

After he achieved immortality, he looked back and found that the fog that had blocked his view had completely dissipated, and all the mountains looked small.

However, he could not reveal the answer to the mystery, nor did he have the unpredictable deduction skills of the old Taoist priest. He could only give a few reminders as a friend, but he did not dare to say more for fear of affecting the unpredictable changes in the destiny.

"Congratulations to you fellow Taoist for achieving your unparalleled immortality!"

"Respectfully send off your fellow Taoist to ascend to heaven and attain enlightenment!"

"Thank you, Brother Jia, for attracting the lightning with your body and slaying the demon. I respectfully send you to the immortal world!"

Everyone saluted and congratulated him, bowing together. They had never thought that a sudden calamity would end in this way, and they felt grateful and envious towards Jia Shusheng.

In that situation, no one would be able to summon lightning to destroy the demon.

Besides, they had no ability to imprison the devil, and could not accomplish the feat of Brother Jia, but instead risked their lives and property.

Jia Shusheng slowly flew up along with the guiding fairy rainbow and nodded in return.

Fairy music came faintly from the sky, and colorful lights turned into gorgeous flowers flying down from the sky, which was auspicious celestial phenomena.

Jia Shusheng waved his hand, and some sweet raindrops fell. He followed the rules and shared the rain and dew equally. Suddenly, a figure seemed to be struck by lightning in the night sky. It was severely injured and staggered down from the sky, "brushing past" Jia Shusheng who had ascended to the immortal world, twenty or thirty miles away.

"He is a monk who ascended from the lower realm, and he is also a Confucian cultivator. Since we can meet at this time, I will give you a blessing."

At this moment, every move of Jia Shusheng revealed a natural immortal aura. As he spoke, colorful flowers of light and sweet rain fell on the ascended Confucian cultivator who had met him by chance, quickly repairing his injuries.

Lin Sanren received the most rain and smallpox, and he said goodbye to his old friend who was rising higher and higher, almost rising out of the sky: "Jia Zanhua, have a good journey, I won't see you off."

The ethereal figure staggered, and before it disappeared, a curse was faintly heard.

"Fuck you, don't call me by my name. I'll settle the score with you when you ascend to the immortal world..."

Mu Xiaoxiao showed a smile on her face.

She almost forgot that Jia Shusheng had such a effeminate name. She remembered that when she was in the lower world, Gao Jian offended Jia Shusheng's taboo by calling him "Jia Zanhua", so Gao Jian got the nickname "Gao Jianren".

The scholar was very stingy. You could call him cat or dog, but you couldn't call him by his name.

But he refused to change his name, saying that it was given by his parents and could not be changed.

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But you are not allowed to shout. Whoever shouts will fight.

The scholar fought recklessly like this and became one of the best in their group.

After watching the fairy rainbow disappear in the night sky, everyone's eyes fell on the little guy with a charred body and a torn Confucian robe.

The scholar looked at the cultivator who was so nervous that he dared not move near him, and asked with great interest: "You have ascended from the lower realm. What is your name? It is fate that we meet. Would you like to take me as your master? Let me make it clear to you first. I am Guanqi, a ninth-level Confucian cultivator from Longyuan Valley and Heyan Academy. Since you are a Confucian, I value your talent and do not covet anything from you. Besides, you have no treasures worth coveting."

With his eyes, he could tell that the little guy was an ascended monk.

The aura of thunder that has not yet dissipated, coupled with the cultivation level at the peak of the late sixth level, the confusion of having never seen the big world, and so on.

What he appreciated was the little guy's luck and the blessing bestowed upon him by Mr. Jia.

It is only natural to bring it under the Confucian school.

The monk with a charred face was a little confused. He noticed that the monks surrounding him for dozens of miles inadvertently exuded extremely powerful auras, which made him tremble with fear. When he heard that the scholar in front of him was a ninth-level existence that he had to look up to, he became even more dizzy.

The ninth-level masters from the upper realm are everywhere. Are they visible everywhere?
However, he had just experienced a life-threatening calamity, and when he was at his most courageous, he bowed and said, "Junior Yan Ruoxing, I pay my respects to Senior Guanqi. It is my honor to be your disciple." He was also a man of quick and decisive actions. Without any hesitation, he knelt down in front of everyone and kowtowed, "Disciple Yan Ruoxing, I pay my respects to Master."

A ninth-rank great monk, what can he want from him?
What is there about him that the other party would remember when they met for the first time?

Besides, there are so many powerful people on the spot, so no matter what, just find a powerful master to rely on first.

The other party has said so, can he really bend his arm over his thigh?
He who knows the times is a hero and can be successful anywhere.

"Hahaha, good, disciple, get up. We are of the same lineage as Yan Academy, so there is not so much complicated formalities. When we get along with each other in daily life, we can debate about knowledge, and we just need to know the hierarchy in our hearts."

The scholar laughed heartily, and pointed at the many powerful men who were "watching the ceremony", and shouted: "Disciple, come and meet the uncles and aunts, they are all top masters from the upper realm, rarely seen in normal times, they are all generous, and a hair plucked out of them is thicker than your waist."

Zhong Xixiong laughed and scolded: "How can you be a master like this? You are disrespectful to your elders and instigated your apprentice to ask for a gift. Aren't you ashamed?"

Xiong Youzhao followed with a smile and said, "I accept your gift, but today I won't give you a penny."

The scholar laughed and said, "No one can be left behind. Disciple, come and pay your respects."

Yan Ruoxing bowed to each of the masters one by one. In a short while, he received a bunch of gifts and treasures that dazzled him. Even if he didn't know the value of the treasures, he could feel that they were extraordinary.

Mu Xiaoxiao was very careful and asked, "Yan Ruoxing, which lower realm did you ascend from?"

Yan Ruoxing bowed and replied: "Junior was lucky enough to ascend from Qianfang Realm."

Lin Sanren looked at him in surprise, looked him up and down, and shouted, "Brother Guanqi, you are deliberately trying to snatch people from us, right? You know that Xiaoxiao and I came from Qianfang Realm."

"No, no, I didn't even ask about his background. Haha, this is called fate. I'm sorry, both of you."

Seeing that his laughter was getting louder, he rolled up his sleeves and disappeared with his new disciple.

Lin Sanren laughed and cursed, "Old sly fellow."

Fairy Xiyue and Fairy Nanzhi were in no mood to stay any longer. They wanted to go back to help Fairy Chuilian heal her wounds. They said goodbye to everyone and left, no longer participating in the subsequent finishing touches of the East Travel Domain.

Monk Wurong looked at Zhong Xixiong and put his hands together and said, "Donor Zhong, I heard that a seventh-level demon transformation once occurred in Wuliu Mountain in Liuyun Domain. Fortunately, it was handled properly and no disaster occurred. It is said that the seventh-level demon was suppressed by your treasure, Donor Zhong?"

Between the seven realms of the upper realm, each super sect has dispatched spies to collect information.

If there is any slight disturbance, both of them will know the truth.

Zhong Xixiong was startled. Seeing that everyone was staring at him, he smiled and took out a dark and complicated magic box with intricate runes from his sleeve. He said, "Fellow Daoist Le has learned from my previous experience. I dare not keep this thing any longer. I will completely destroy the demon today."

Xiong Youzhao sighed and said, "I remember now. Over a thousand years ago, a demonic disaster did occur in the East Continent of Dongyou Domain. There was quite a mess. Later, I received a message from Lao Le and rushed to reinforce with a group of experts. Together, they surrounded and killed the eighth-level demon. Lao Le used treasures to suppress the remaining soul fragments of the demon. The root of the disaster should be that incident."

Lin Sanren shook his head and said, "The devil must not be allowed to stay. Take this as a warning."

Monk Wu Rong took out the Fo Guang Temple and took a little time to kill all the seventh-level demons that were put in.

After a while of discussion, everyone decided to leave Monk Wurong to assist Xiong Youzhao in dealing with the aftermath of Dongyou Sect. As for the lineage of the Le family monks and Guan Shixing's forces, they were all killed to avoid future troubles.

The world of cultivation is not a peaceful place with gentle breezes and drizzles.

It was already merciful enough not to implicate the purge of other middle and high-level leaders of the Dongyou Sect.

Xiong Youzhao nominated a ninth-level human master to serve as the ancestor of the Dongyou Sect to prevent chaos from arising in the Eastern Continent.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Lang from Zhoushanyu has been in the Nine-Layered Tower for a hundred years. He has some friendship with me. I nominate him to be the ancestor of Dongyou Sect. What do you think?"

"Good, discuss this with him later."

"Just him."

Passed unanimously.

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(End of this chapter)