Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 90 The Golden Cicada Among the White Clouds (Paying Off Debts 110)

The Jie Sect has ten thousand immortals.

But there are more than Wanxian.

They are their descendants.

After the Jie Sect began its large-scale expansion and recruited disciples.

Countless demons and monsters surged in.

Most of these beings retain worldly desires.

The desire to mate and reproduce still dominates them.

As they continued to reproduce, a large number of mortal beings began to appear on Jin'ao Island.

Thanks to the abundant spiritual energy and profound Daoist charm of Jin'ao Island, even beings of mediocre talent can cultivate here. Although they have no hope of becoming immortals, most of them can still cultivate to the Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness realm. As for the subsequent Refining Emptiness and Merging with the Dao or even transcending tribulations to become immortals, they will never be able to achieve it.

These creatures have long lifespans, but are untamed.

On Jin'ao Island, there are many immortals and gods, who can only suppress their wildness.

The only place where one can unleash their wild side is amidst the white clouds.

It is unknown when Baiyunjian was built.

The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit said that Baiyunjian had already existed on Jin'ao Island a thousand years ago, when she became a disciple of Duobao.

This place was established by one of her senior brothers with the tacit approval of Daoist Duobao, with the intention of guiding the suppressed nature of the immortals on the island.

At this moment, Yang Jian, Huo Ling, and Yu Hua were standing in front of Bai Yunjian.

The name itself has a very ethereal feel to it.

The facts are completely different.

Amidst the white clouds, hundreds of feet high, a chaotic and complex array of formations shrouded it, with various colors of light flickering erratically.

A beautiful woman, manifested through magic, transforms into a gigantic illusion, upon which she poses and flirts.

Then it transformed into two demons fighting bloody battles, with blood splattering everywhere.

It can take many forms, such as fine wine or delicious food.

If the Star-Picking Tower is magnificent and imposing, it claims to possess the aura of a celestial being.

Then, the other side of the Star-Picking Tower is amidst the white clouds.

Demons danced wildly, chaos reigned.

It forms its own world on Jin'ao Island.

Most of the creatures on the island who have not become immortals can only find a way to survive by wandering among the clouds if they cannot become disciples of immortals.

Many immortals, whose Daoist hearts were suppressed under the strong pressure of Daoist Duobao, also came here to relax and unwind.

They entered it.

All I could hear were a jumble of human figures, a cacophony of noise, and a mixture of cheap rouge, sweat, demonic stench, fishy odor, and blood that hadn't been washed in ages.

Just walking in felt like being hit hard.

It felt like my nose had been banished to the deepest hell.

The downside of having a high level of cultivation became apparent: one's five senses were heightened, making this place extremely painful.

Yang Jian could only hold his breath and concentrate.

"Hey little brother, come play! I'm a Kunlun sheep in human form, very docile. I'm even more fun to play with than those highly cultivated demons."

"Don't listen to her. She took a job with a bull demon a couple of days ago, and it's already been played to death. Look at your aunt, she has the bloodline of an ancient primordial green bull, she can withstand any kind of attack."

Yang Jian was a handsome and dignified man, and in the eyes of demons, he was an unapproachable figure.

To be able to transform into such a human form, one must either possess exceptional cultivation or have been taught by a renowned master.

Regardless of which one, they are figures that are difficult for them to reach.

Yang Jian had only taken ten steps.

It felt like a dozen hands were touching my body.

Beside them were female demon cultivators whose forms varied considerably.

Some have alluring figures but retain the fur and scales of demonic beasts, while others merely transform into a beautiful face.

Their eyes were filled with longing.

Desire tormented them—lust, or perhaps gluttony!

"My lady, look at me. I am the incarnation of the Iron Ox, my whole body is as hard as iron. I guarantee you will be satisfied."

A male bull-headed demon set its sights on the fire spirit behind Yang Jian.

Huo Ling was already traumatized by the third-generation disciples who wanted to harass her.

Upon hearing the sound, his face immediately darkened, and the golden crown on his head flashed with light.

The bull-headed demon's head exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

After delivering the first blow, she continued deeper inside.

She did not stop there, nor did she go on a killing spree to vent her anger.

A mere demon, with mediocre cultivation, utterly worthless.

Anyone who dares to speak disrespectfully deserves to die.

"A fairy! She is a fairy!"

A terrified voice rang out.

The demons retreated in fear.

They were afraid that the Holy Mother of Fire would fly into a rage and take it out on them.

Jin'ao Island belongs to the immortals of the Jie Sect, not to them.

Their existence is merely for the amusement and entertainment of immortals.

Even if the immortals kill them, they will not be punished.

After seeing Yang Jian and his group, they did not stop but instead headed deeper into the area.

They immediately started making a ruckus, scrambling for the flesh and blood of the dead bull demon, for the magical power contained within was a rare delicacy and resource for them.

Yang Jian was moved, his pupils contracted, but he did not show it.

In his spare time, he read the jade slips collected by Biyun Tongzi, which contained articles written by the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit.

The content about the equality of all beings is deeply moving, and I believe that any sentient being with awakened intelligence would be stirred to action upon reading it.

However, his actions contradict his words.

They were ruthless and showed no mercy.

This person doesn't seem like someone who could write such an article.

Or perhaps the equality they speak of is the equality that comes after one has become an immortal.

Most of the disciples of the Jie Sect were at or above the Immortal Realm. The one or two who had not yet become Immortals joined as disciples of the Jie Sect.

In their eyes, all living beings are merely those who have become immortals.

No wonder Wen Zhong, as a disciple of the Jie Sect, felt no burden at all when he destroyed half of the city of Chaoge.

Yang Jian had initially found it somewhat strange, but now he understood.

He kept these thoughts to himself and did not ask or criticize them in a righteous manner. He was a lowly person and only received the respect due to his status as a disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother. If he were to become arrogant and give orders, he would probably die without even knowing how.

As the three continued deeper into the area, they ascended the steps.

With each floor you pass, the scenery changes.

The first floor was extremely noisy, a mixed bag, with all sorts of things.

Once they came up, the distinction became clear.

Bloody battles in the arena, noisy casinos, or beautiful women in demon form weeping in their boudoirs.

It's clearly a place of decadence and debauchery; no wonder it's named Baiyunjian (Baiyunjian).

As the three continued forward, they found that there was no road ahead.

Yang Jian was surprised. When he looked at the white clouds from the outside, there were at least several hundred layers.

We've only just passed a few floors, but there's no way forward. It's really hard to believe.

Ahead was a small, closed house, with several demons standing around it as guards.

The demons guarding the area clearly recognized the Holy Mother of Fire.

He stepped forward respectfully to pay his respects.

"Where is my senior brother? I need to see him."

Huo Ling's expression was indifferent as he glanced around and casually asked.

"The master is eating, so it's not convenient right now."

The demon guard had barely uttered his words when he saw the undisguised fierceness in the fire spirit's eyes.

He immediately became apprehensive, took out the array plate, and fiddled with it for a while.

The small house behind them slowly opened, revealing the light from the array.

Yang Jian followed the Holy Mother of Fire inside.

The next second, they realized that the scenery in front of them had changed, and the formation was actually a teleportation formation.

The surrounding scenery was completely transformed, and the previously polluted air became exceptionally fresh.

The distant mountains are shrouded in white mist, and the surrounding vegetation is fragrant, making it feel like a fairyland.

This is a hidden paradise.

The sudden change in style puzzled him, and he couldn't help but look at the Holy Mother of Fire.

The Holy Mother of Fire explained, "There are 365 layers in this white cloud. The first four layers are for those creatures trapped on Golden Turtle Island with nowhere to go to vent their desires and energy, and to prevent them from causing trouble."

These 361 levels are only accessible to members of the Jie Sect. Each one is a superior grotto-heaven, and all the beings within serve the immortals of the Jie Sect. It is precisely through these white clouds that the immortals of the Jie Sect have a place to vent their desires; otherwise, under the immense pressure of the island's closure for three hundred years, the Jie Sect would have long since descended into chaos and found no peace.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian became even more curious about Huo Ling's senior brother.

To become a disciple of Daoist Duobao and to establish this Baiyun Pavilion, where he can manipulate numerous demons at will, he must not be an unknown figure.

He asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist Huo Ling, this White Cloud Realm is so extraordinary, I wonder what kind of person your senior brother is?"

"figure?"

Huo Ling said with disdain, "He's just an ancient, primordial beast. All he does is indulge in pleasure and revel in sensual pleasures in this White Cloud Realm. He's only reached the cultivation level of a mere Celestial Immortal. It's a disgrace to my master."

After saying that, she added, "My senior brother's prototype is the primordial ferocious beast, the six-winged golden cicada. He is wild and unpredictable. You don't need to worry when you meet him. My master doesn't like him, so you don't need to give him a good look either."

"Jin Chanzi?"

Yang Jian was startled upon hearing this, his pupils dilated, and he unconsciously uttered a surprised exclamation.

"Have you heard of it?"

Huo Ling looked over in surprise. Her senior brother, Jin Chanzi, rarely showed his face in public, and few people in the Jie Sect knew his name. But Yang Jian was able to point it out at a glance, so how could she not be surprised?

I've paid off one chapter's debt, but I still owe nine chapters. I'll pay them off during the May Day holiday.

(End of this chapter)