Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 1 Am I Erlang Zhenjun?

"Say it again, who are you?"

"I am Jiao Enjun~ no, I am the future Erlang Shen, and an immortal will come to take me as his disciple."

"Bullshit! What true lord or false lord? You're just a farmer. I'm your godfather, Yang Dibao. Don't play dumb with me."

The burly man's eyes widened, and he casually slapped the man twice: "After your father Yang Tianyou died, I raised you for so many years. Now that your godfather is in trouble, shouldn't you show some support?"

"Change your name to Yang Hu, and die in place of your godfather's son. After you die, your godfather will treat your sister well."

The man struck with extreme force.

Yang Jian felt no pain, only a numb tremor that blurred his vision.

This is a woodshed, cramped and small, with no windows, so you can't see the sun.

It's not well-ventilated, and the musty smell is enough to drive anyone crazy.

However, this is nothing compared to the suffering Yang Jian is currently enduring.

He was tightly bound to the pillar with hemp rope and could not move. Leaning against him was a little girl of eleven or twelve years old.

This is his younger sister, Yang Chan.

Yang Chan stared with her large, watery eyes, her pupils reflecting the burly man's broad figure, her eyes filled with deep fear.

Seeing Yang Jian being beaten, she couldn't help but cry out, "Waaah~ Godfather, don't hit my brother, let me be eaten by the demons in his place~"

"Hey, I almost forgot about you, you little rascal."

Yang Dibao changed his target, rubbing his palms together, his dangerous gaze fixed on the trembling Yang Chan beside him.

"Your brother is possessed by an evil spirit. He says he is the future Erlang Shen, that his mother is a fairy from heaven, and that a celestial being will come to take him as a disciple."

"Pah! She's just a worthless slut who ran away from home because she couldn't bear the suffering after her father died."

Yang Dibao spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground, grabbed Yang Chan's pigtails with his large hand, and revealed Yang Chan's small face that had been buried in his arms.

"Tell me, what is your mother? Is she a fairy or a whore?!"

Yang Chan tried to shake her head, but her hair was held tightly and she couldn't move.

"You won't talk, huh? Then I'll beat you until you do!"

A palm as big as a palm leaf was about to strike.

Yang Chan had never seen anything like this before. Her mind went blank on the spot, and she burst into tears.

"Don't hit her, I'll do whatever you want, everything you want."

Yang Jian immediately deflated and gave up on that unrealistic fantasy in his mind.

"You're smart to know what's good for you~"

Yang Dibao raised his hand, preparing to make a deeper impression on Yang Jian.

A woman beside him stopped him, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and tenderly wiped away the bloodstains on Yang Jian's face from the slap.

"Erlang is still your godson, how could you be so cruel? It breaks your godmother's heart."

"Erlang, tell your godmother if it hurts."

As the woman spoke, she breathed on the wound on Yang Jian's face, as if trying to smooth away the bright red handprint.

Yang Jian suppressed all the resentment and hatred in his heart.

Ignoring the pain from her wound being pulled apart, she forced a smile: "It doesn't hurt, thank you, godmother."

If he could break free of his restraints, he would love to pick up a woodcutter's knife and chop the woman into pieces.

The best description of her is that she acts like a bodhisattva but has the heart of a serpent.

Yang Jian was not originally Yang Jian. He has two sets of memories: one is that of Yang Jian, and the other is the memory of a transmigrator that surfaced recently. Yang Jian's memories can be called his predecessor.

In her past life, she had lived in this so-called godfather's house since she could remember.

He did all the work at home, including farming, chopping firewood, and carrying water. From the age of four to fifteen, he has never had a full meal or a good night's sleep.

They were called their godsons, but after finishing their farm work, they had to rest in shackles, never taking them off for a moment, living like slaves.

They were already wary of Yang Jian, and the iron chains binding him made it impossible for him to resist.

Even if the original owner had harbored thoughts of resistance, his younger sister, Yang Chan, was firmly under their control.

Yang Chan is Yang Jian's Achilles' heel.

Unfortunately, this weakness has been inherited.

He became Yang Jian, or perhaps Yang Jian became him. In any case, he had an extra memory in his head. There was no distinction between you and me; we were both Yang Jian. What was hard to let go of remained hard to let go of.

Fortunately, no personality split occurred.

Yang Jian still prefers to think of himself as a time traveler, since only by time traveling can one become the protagonist.

Even in the face of this desperate scene, he did not give up hope.

It's because this is the Shang Dynasty, his name is Yang Jian, and his sister's name is Yang Chan.

His memories led him to believe he had transmigrated into the body of the future Erlang Shen, a path to easy victory.

However, the good times didn't last long. A demon appeared out of nowhere, ate several people, and threatened the town to hand over ten pairs of young boys and girls within ten days, or it would eat everyone in the town.

As luck would have it, a Taoist priest came to the village and said that if everyone could raise ten taels of gold, he would slay the demon.

There were two choices before everyone: one was to pool their money to slay the demon.

Secondly, families with children can write down their names and draw lots.

The final result was that the second option received the support of the majority.

After all, most people's own children don't meet the requirements, so it's others who suffer, and you can save money, which is naturally a good thing.

Yang Hu, the son of Yang Dibao, was selected.

Yang Dibao then made Yang Jian take his son's place as food for the demon.

Yang Jian refused, which led to this beating.

"Godmother, please don't let my brother be eaten by demons, okay?"

Yang Chan stopped crying, blinked her big, watery eyes, and pleaded for Yang Jian: "If we escape the town, we won't have to worry about being eaten by demons."

The woman abruptly stopped wiping the blood from Yang Jian's face, her previously kind expression turning cold.

"Snap!"

The sudden slap left Yang Chan stunned, the handprint on her face quickly turning red and bleeding.

The woman's eyes were fierce: "Escape? Where do you think you can escape to! You two bastards managed to survive, but you made our whole family suffer in the wind and rain, barely having enough to eat."

"What's wrong with staying here? When you grow up, your godmother will have Xiaohu marry you. You'll be your godmother's own daughter, and you'll never have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of your life."

She rubbed her red palms, as if she had a change of heart, and hugged the sobbing Yang Chan in her arms: "Don't cry, don't cry, sweetie, godmother will take you to eat the candied hawthorn you've always wanted."

"Thank you, godmother! Godmother is so kind. I want to marry Brother Yang Hu right now, and I'll have an endless supply of candied hawthorns."

Yang Chan forced a smile, but the despair in her eyes was undeniable, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

The woman took Yang Chan away.

The door to the woodshed was closed, accompanied by the clanging of chains and the sound of the lock closing.

Yang Jian was the only one left in the woodshed.

"Heh~"

A strong sense of resentment surged into my mind.

He struggled desperately, trying to break free of the ropes binding him.

However, the rope was extremely strong and difficult to break free from.

Three zhang away from him was a wood-chopping knife.

At this moment, this distance seems as insurmountable as an insurmountable chasm.

To die before even achieving one's goal is truly a disgrace to time travelers!

Yang Jian felt despair.

Suddenly, his brow split open, revealing a blood-red eye.

Its eyes darted around, looking at everything as if it had its own consciousness.

"I'm really unlucky. I was born into your body for more than ten years, and I was sustained by that little bit of blood energy every day. I've only been out for two days, and I'm going to end up being devoured by a demon."

The sound of eerie eyeballs echoed in my head and ears.

It appeared on his body a couple of days ago. He originally thought it was his innate supernatural power that he had awakened. It is common knowledge that Erlang Shen has a third eye.

Later they discovered that the eyeball was nothing at all.

He calls himself the Demon Eye.

The name sounds a bit arrogant.

But he's a complete waste of space; he's a master at babbling and incessantly annoying.

Yang Jian regained his composure: "Do you have any way to help me untie the ropes? From now on, you'll be my older brother."

"Idiot, I'm just an eyeball. Did you see me have hands?"

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