Investiture of the Gods: Childhood Sweetheart Daji, Starting with Quasi-Saint Cultivation

Atop Chaoge city walls, the morning wind was biting.

Yang Jian, clad in silver armor, pointed his three-pointed, double-edged sword diagonally at the ground, his divine eye flashing like lightning as he locked onto Su Yunbai atop the city wall.

"Su Yunbai, hand over my sister."

The voice was cold and left no room for argument.

Su Yunbai said calmly, "Brother Yang Jian, Chan'er is already my Daoist partner. She has made her own choice."

"A Daoist partner?"

"My sister is a direct disciple of the Jade Cauldron Immortal and the third-generation chief disciple of the Chan Sect. How could she possibly associate with a traitor like you from the Shang Dynasty! You must have bewitched her with your sorcery!"

"If you're confused, why don't you ask Chan'er yourself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of moonlight rose from the city.

Yang Chan landed on the city wall, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall, surrounded by moonlight.

"Brother."

She looked at Yang Jian, her eyes filled with complex emotions—the warmth of family, the struggle of her stance, and a resolute determination.

When Yang Jian saw his sister, he was initially delighted, but his expression immediately darkened.

"Chan'er, you are indeed here. Come back with me quickly. Master and my fellow disciples have already forgiven you. As long as you are willing to turn back, you will still be a disciple of the Chan Sect."

Yang Chan shook her head.

"Brother, I will not go back."

Why?

"Because I agree with Yun Bai's ideals," Yang Chan said loudly. "Humanity should strive for self-improvement, not depend on immortals and gods, and should not become pawns."

"Nonsense!" Yang Jian roared. "You are a descendant of immortals and gods, and you are born to stand on their side! Humanity is weak and ignorant; without the guidance of immortals and gods, it would have perished long ago!"

"Brother, you are wrong."

"During my time in Chaoge, I witnessed the people working the land, the artisans studying their craft, and the soldiers training. They are hardworking, intelligent, and brave; they have their own path and should not be 'guided' by anyone."

Yang Jian remained silent for a moment.

"Chan'er, you've been bewitched by Su Yunbai."

"I don't."

"Brother, if you still consider me your sister, please go back. Tell Master and the other uncles that Yang Chan... is not returning."

Yang Jian gripped his three-pointed, double-edged sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"In that case... I have no choice but to take you back by force!"

With a single step, the oppressive aura of a late-stage Great Luo Immortal erupted!

The soldiers guarding the city walls knelt down as if carrying a mountain on their backs.

Su Yunbai raised his hand, and the Law of Emotion flowed, protecting everyone.

"Yang Jian, this is Chaoge, not a place for you to run wild."

"Then let me see just how much you're really worth, you so-called Grand General Who Protects the Nation!"

Yang Jian flashed and was already in front of Su Yunbai!

The three-pointed, double-edged sword, like a silver dragon emerging from its cave, thrusts straight at the face!

Su Yunbai neither retreated nor dodged, but raised his hand, using his finger as a sword, and touched the tip of the blade.

Ding--

The clang of metal rang out!

The shockwave exploded, cracking the city walls!

"What power!" Su Yunbai praised. "No wonder you are Erlang Zhenjun."

A look of surprise flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

Although he didn't use his full strength in this strike, his late-stage Great Luo cultivation, combined with the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Su Yunbai actually blocked it with a single finger?

"Again!"

Yang Jian's sword technique changed, transforming into thousands of sword shadows, like a torrential downpour!

Each strike contains the pure light of jade, specifically designed to break through protective qi.

Su Yunbai moved swiftly, weaving through the shadows of the blades, like a willow catkin in the wind, without a single leaf touching him.

"Brother Yang Jian, your swordsmanship is good, but it's too forceful and lacks variation."

He suddenly reached out and grabbed a flash of a knife.

The threads of affection quietly wrapped around the blade, and Yang Jian felt a gentle yet resilient force coming from it, causing his sword to involuntarily deviate by three points!

"What kind of supernatural power is this?!"

Yang Jian was horrified.

His Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, a secret transmission of the Jade Purity Sect, can break all laws, yet it cannot break these invisible threads.

"The Laws of Emotion"

"A cure for all kinds of dissent."

He held back no longer, his affections transforming into countless threads, like a net covering the heavens and the earth, enveloping Yang Jian.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, opened his Heavenly Eye, and shot out a beam of divine light, attempting to break through the bonds of love.

But the threads of love are formless and intangible; divine light passes through them without causing any damage.

"It's useless," Su Yunbai said calmly. "The Law of Emotion originates from outside the Heavenly Dao, and your Jade Purity Divine Light cannot break it."

Entangled in his emotions, Yang Jian's movements grew slower and slower.

He felt as if he were sinking into a quagmire, with every bit of his strength being drained away.

"hateful!"

He roared and activated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, trying to break free.

But the threads of love grew tighter and tighter, eventually binding him firmly.

"Brother!"

Yang Chan exclaimed in surprise.

Su Yunbai withdrew his hand; the emotional threads did not harm Yang Jian, but merely imprisoned him.

"Chan'er, I'm leaving her to you."

Yang Chan flew to Yang Jian's side, and seeing her brother's angry and resentful eyes, she felt a pang of sorrow in her heart.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

"Chan'er, let me go!" Yang Jian roared, "You can't be with this traitor! He's a lackey of the Shang Dynasty, a sinner who defies Heaven's will!"

"What is the Mandate of Heaven?" Yang Chan countered. "The Chan Sect says that the Western Zhou's replacement of the Shang Dynasty is the Mandate of Heaven, but the people of Chaoge live in peace and prosperity, while the Western Zhou colludes with the Western Sect, attempting to convert all living beings into slavery. Is this the Mandate of Heaven?"

Yang Jian was speechless.

"Brother, you have always taught me to distinguish right from wrong and to stay true to myself," Yang Chan said. "Now I have found my own sense of right and wrong, and my own true self."

"You..." Yang Jian looked at his sister and suddenly realized that she had changed.

She is no longer the innocent and gentle junior sister on Kunlun Mountain.

Instead, he was a Great Luo cultivator with a firm gaze and a steadfast Dao heart.

"Chan'er, are you... really decided?"

"It's decided." Yang Chan nodded. "If you want to kill me, then do it. If you care about our sibling relationship, then please leave."

Yang Jian remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he let out a long sigh.

"That's enough."

He looked at Su Yunbai.

"Let me go."

Su Yunbai's heart stirred, and the threads of affection dissipated.

Yang Jian landed and straightened his armor.

"Su Yunbai, I have lost today and have nothing to say. But Chan'er is my sister. If you dare to betray her, I, Yang Jian, will chase you to the ends of the earth and take your life."

"Don't worry," Su Yunbai said, "I will treat her well."

Yang Jian nodded, then looked at Yang Chan.

"Chan'er, take care."

After saying that, he transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

The city walls were silent.

Yang Chan gazed in the direction her brother had left, tears streaming down her face.

Su Yunbai walked to her side and gently hugged her.

"Cry, it'll make you feel better."

Yang Chan threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.

After a long while, she raised her head and wiped away her tears.

"Yunbai, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for not harming my brother," Yang Chan said. "I know that if you had gone all out, my brother would not have escaped death today."

Su Yunbai shook his head.

"He is your brother, how could I hurt him?"

He paused.

"However, Chan'er, after today, you and the Chan Sect are likely to be completely severed."

Yang Chan nodded.

"I know. But... I don't regret it."

A renewed determination rekindled in her eyes.

"From this day forward, I, Yang Chan, will dedicate myself solely to the human race, solely to Chaoge, and solely to you."

Su Yunbai was moved and held her hand tightly.

"it is good."

The backyard of Tian Ce Mansion.

The four women had already learned about what happened on the city wall, and when they saw Su Yunbai and Yang Chan return, they all went forward.

Daji took Yang Chan's hand: "Sister, you've worked hard."

Bixiao laughed and said, "Sister Chan'er is quite impressive today, not backing down even in front of her brother."

Ao Ling nodded: "Only those with a firm Dao heart can be considered true cultivators."

Jiang Xiaowu handed over a cup of hot tea: "Sister, have some tea to calm your mind."

Yang Chan looked at her four older sisters and felt a warmth in her heart.

"Thank you, sisters."