Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 84 One Strike Against an Immortal, The Death of Biyun Boy

[The power to uproot mountains: With the strength to uproot mountains and the power to overwhelm the world, under the influence of the Immaculate Golden Body, one's strength increases to a million catties, which is the cornerstone of entering the Dao through the physical body.]

It takes strength again!

Due to the effects of the Immaculate Golden Body, this supernatural power was not as painful as before.

More often than not, it's a natural progression.

In Yang Jian's memory, the Golden Cudgel of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong, weighed only 13,500 jin.

With his current strength of a million jin, he could easily wield even the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) obtained from the Dragon Palace of the East Sea.

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts has entered the ninth level, and the spiritual essence required for the ninth level is becoming increasingly terrifying, requiring a staggering 2,304 spiritual essences.

Yang Jian had now mastered his supernatural powers and his confidence naturally grew.

Stepping out of the Golden Spirit Cave, I looked down into the distance.

Although the Star-Picking Tower is tall, the sky is cloudless at this moment, and the scene below can be vaguely seen.

A dense crowd stood guard below.

The noise was deafening.

They were shouting slogans such as "Harming fellow disciples is an unforgivable crime."

Yang Jian took a step and his body suddenly fell.

The whistling wind rang in my ears, making my brocade clothes rustle.

If he had possessed his previous cultivation level, he would have surely been smashed into a pulp.

He has now entered the Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness realm, which allows him to communicate with heaven and earth and travel through the air.

The people below saw a black dot rushing towards them from high above, getting faster and faster, without any sign of slowing down.

It should be noted that the Star-Picking Tower is tens of thousands of meters high, and even immortals cannot guarantee that they will be unharmed if they jump from it.

After all, not everyone can hone their physical abilities.

The crowd dispersed.

I was afraid that I would be splattered with blood.

The figures below magnified in his eyes, and Yang Jian even felt the air becoming increasingly solid, as if he were underwater, with increasing air resistance.

Until a deafening roar, Yang Jian felt his eardrums itch, and a layer of white mist enveloped his body. The white mist was actually his physical body breaking through the sound barrier formed by the air.

He broke the speed of sound simply by freefalling!

Just as he was about to land, he suddenly used magic to fly.

The extreme speed came to an abrupt halt, leaving the person suspended in mid-air.

The sudden shift from extreme speed to a straight path put unimaginable pressure on the internal organs, yet Yang Jian only felt a slight discomfort.

His current physical strength is already rare among humans.

Yang Jian took out his three-pointed double-edged sword and released the restriction on the Demon Eye, opening the Demon Eye between his eyebrows.

He surveyed the crowd below: "I am Yang Jian, the direct disciple of the Golden Spirit Saint Mother. The death of Biyun Boy was not caused by my master. Yesterday, the Golden Spirit Saint Mother went to her Uncle-Master Duobao's cave to refine magical treasures and has not returned. All the answers will be revealed when she emerges from seclusion in forty-nine days!"

The eyes of many third-generation disciples were focused on Yang Jian. These people were all highly skilled, with the lowest level being the Human Immortal.

This put Yang Jian under immense pressure.

"Bullshit! Biyun Tongzi died under the Gengjin sword qi. Everyone on Jin'ao Island knows that Jinling Shengmu is a wisp of innate golden qi. Who else on Jin'ao Island could silently kill a human immortal?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian turned his head and saw a creature with a dog's head and a human body. Its aura was extraordinary, and its Taoist robes were flowing and ethereal, indicating that it had already reached the realm of immortals.

The dog-headed Taoist continued, "As for your master hiding in Uncle Duobao's cave, it's just that the direct disciples are protecting each other. When the time comes, they will naturally let him go easily. But the lives of us third-generation disciples are being ignored!"

They keep proclaiming equality for all beings, yet they still harbor malicious intentions. We demand to see the leader and ask him to emerge from seclusion and seek justice for us, the third-generation disciples, and for Biyun Tongzi.

The immortals around them erupted in a clamor, shouting that they would invite the Tongtian Sect Leader, showing no trace of the otherworldly air of immortals, but rather like common people from the marketplace.

Yang Jian's eyes lit up.

Yes, the Tongtian Sect Leader has already emerged from seclusion, but these people just don't know it. They can simply go directly to the Tongtian Sect Leader.

Why should he rush to the front despite the pressure?

"Actually, the cult leader has already..."

Yang Jian stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

The next instant, he felt a sword intent arise from his mind.

One of them was a message.

The voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader came from within: "There's no need for me to get involved in such a trivial matter. I'm very busy right now and don't have time to waste on these little brats. You can handle it yourself. If you do a good job, I will reward you handsomely."

Everything that happened on Jin'ao Island could not be kept from him.

If the Master of Heaven wants to see it, he can see it.

With such a commotion here, it's hard not to notice.

But at this moment, the Investiture of the Gods has already begun to be forged.

He devoted all his energy to shielding Jin'ao Island from the unusual celestial phenomena, preventing his old friends from noticing.

If we get distracted by these trivial matters, the truth about the Investiture of the Gods will no longer be kept secret.

"What did you say about the cult leader? Could it be that he has emerged from seclusion?"

Someone asked anxiously.

Yang Jian quickly changed his mind: "No, no, my master, the Golden Spirit Mother, said that the sect leader's seclusion is at a critical time and should not be disturbed."

"If the leader cannot uphold justice for us, we will demolish this Star-Picking Tower. After all, this tower is mostly the grotto-heavens where the second-generation disciples and their direct disciples live. This Star-Picking Tower is also the core of the weapon-refining array of Daoist Duobao. If we demolish this tower, those second-generation disciples will surely appear, and then someone will naturally uphold justice for us."

"It's the Dog-Headed Taoist who spoke from the crowd."

The idea was met with approval from the crowd.

Yang Jian frowned.

These guys are really courting death. Do they really think they can get away with anything?

Or perhaps the Tongtian Sect Leader's talk of equality for all beings led him to truly believe that third-generation disciples and second-generation disciples were equal in status. If they were truly equal, then why distinguish between second and third generations, and between inner and outer sects?

With such obvious signs of class division and antagonism, where did these guys get the courage to agree to such a decision?

Or perhaps these disciples of the Jie Sect are so ignorant and foolish that they cannot see the truth of the law of the jungle and only hope that others will take their place to seek justice when they encounter problems.

He recalled that the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit had specifically instructed in a telepathic message that this matter needed to be handled properly and that it should be delayed as much as possible, but these guys clearly did not want to delay.

The forging of magical artifacts has already begun, and many Golden Immortals are currently in the Treasure Cave.

Thinking of this, he instantly became alert. The chaos of the past two days was interconnected, and there must be a mastermind behind it all.

Could it be that someone in the shadows is stirring up trouble at this time to disrupt the crafting of the magical treasure in the hands of Daoist Duobao?

He said solemnly, "My master is a Grand Luo Golden Immortal of the Primordial Chaos Realm. Doesn't it seem ridiculous that he needs to use the Flying Golden Sword to kill a mere immortal? Give me a month, everyone. In one month, I will definitely find the murderer and give you all an explanation."

His plan was to drag it out for as long as possible.

"A month? How did you even come up with that? This Yang Jian is the newly accepted disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother. Why don't we capture this brat first, and then use him to threaten and subdue the Mother?"

The dog-headed Taoist bared his teeth, revealing his fangs, and his eyes instantly turned dangerous.

"Who dares to harm my martial uncle!"

Yu Hua suddenly leaped out, his blue-faced, fanged figure instantly growing enormous, shielding Yang Jian behind him.

"You are all at the Immortal Realm, while my martial uncle is merely at the Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness Realm, not yet having attained immortality. What kind of skill is it to bully the weak with your superior strength! If you have the guts, then exchange a few blows with me!"

As soon as Yu Hua finished speaking, a blood-red streak emerged from his hand, emanating boundless bloody killing intent.

"The Blood-Transforming Divine Blade!"

A gasp of surprise rang out from among the immortals.

They all suddenly retreated, clearly terrified by the weapon in Yu Hua's hand.

The Blood-Transforming Divine Blade contains a strange poison; anyone struck by it will have their flesh, blood, and essence reduced to nothingness and absorbed by the blade.

This is a magical artifact that makes you stronger by constantly killing people.

Previously, this sword was in the hands of the Great Luo Golden Immortal Yu Yuan. When Yu Yuan was roaming the prehistoric world, he used this sword to kill countless people and made a name for himself. That is why he was revered as the head of the third generation of disciples of the Jie Sect.

Unexpectedly, he passed the sword on to his disciple Yu Hua!

The kobold's face was grim: "He's just relying on having a good master and a powerful magic weapon. What kind of skill is that?"

He looked at Yang Jian: "I have sealed my cultivation and relinquished the power of my realm. Do you dare to fight me? Life or death is irrelevant!"

As he spoke, the aura emanating from his body abruptly plummeted from the Immortal Realm to the Refining Void and Merging with the Dao Realm, finally stopping at the peak of the Qi Refining and Transforming into the Divine Realm.

"Uncle-Master, please don't agree. He is a demon who has become an immortal. Even if he has sealed his cultivation and abandoned his realm, his physical body is so strong that you can't possibly match it."

Yu Hua was worried that Yang Jian would agree impulsively, so he quickly spoke up to dissuade him.

Yang Jian knew that this bastard was one of the instigators who stirred up trouble among the crowd, and he was truly hateful!

He didn't take Yu Hua's advice to heart.

He had previously used the Dragon-Tiger Jade Ruyi of the Golden Spirit Mother to kill a spider demon named Mountain Lord, who was also a celestial being.

Although it was somewhat weak.

But this bastard overestimated himself and wanted to seal his cultivation to fight him.

He had absolutely no reason to be afraid.

You should know that when he fought the spider demon before, his strength was only 200,000 jin, and he had not even cultivated the Five Elements Escape Technique, nor did he have the supernatural power of [Immaculate Golden Body].

Moreover, his strength has now increased to a million jin. If he were to take the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) and learn the Seventy-Two Transformations, he could play the role of the Monkey King for a while.

The three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand was forged from innate iron essence, and it might not be inferior to the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle.

Yang Jian asked in a deep voice, "What should happen if I win?"

"Uncle-Master, no way!"

Yu Hua was anxious.

"Overestimating yourself, a mere mortal dares to dream of being an immortal! Even if you, fellow Daoist, just stand there and let him hit you, he wouldn't even be able to break your skin."

"Perhaps the Golden Spirit Mother bestowed upon him a powerful magical artifact, giving him confidence?"

"Even if he had a top-grade spiritual treasure, with Yang Jian's mere cultivation level of Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness, how much of the spiritual treasure's power could he unleash? It would be like a child trying to wield a big sword; he couldn't even lift the sword properly."

"The madman will be punished by Heaven. These humans have always been arrogant, but my Jie Sect will not tolerate his arrogance this time. Fellow Daoist Gou will naturally teach him a lesson!"

Many creatures were discussing it.

The dog-headed Taoist was secretly delighted: "If you win, I'll give you three days to investigate the cause of Biyun Boy's death! If you lose, not only will you have to obediently submit, but you'll also lose the innate iron essence and the copper from Shou Mountain that you possess!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Prepare to die!"

Yang Jian looked impatient and leaped up with a light step.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and his momentum was astonishing!

The three-pointed, double-edged sword, imbued with magical power and weighing as much as a thousand pounds, cleaved down with tremendous force, causing the surrounding immortals to lose their footing.

The demonic eye between his brows connected with Yang Jian's consciousness, calculating every possible escape route for the dog-headed Taoist.

Yang Jian took the initiative and gained the upper hand, but he did not let his guard down. His dantian was churning with magical power, ready to use the Water Cloud Body to evade the dog-headed Taoist's counterattack at any time.

The blow, like Mount Tai pressing down, terrified the Dog-Headed Taoist.

Is this guy even a mortal?

(End of this chapter)