Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Chapter 110 Moral Kidnapping: The West Leaves

Having received orthodox teachings from the Xuanmen sect, Duobao knew that Maitreya's ideas were wrong, but he couldn't think of any words to refute them.

Seeing this, Maitreya's lips curled up. From this day forward, his name, Maitreya, would resound throughout the primordial land.

Just then, Maitreya inadvertently caught a glimpse of Zhao Gongming's ambiguous smile, and his heart skipped a beat.

At this crucial moment, will this senior disciple of the Shangqing lineage ruin his plans again?

Just as Maitreya had predicted, the next moment, Zhao Gongming stepped out and shook his head at Duobao.

"You are no match for him in sophistry, so you may leave now."

Duobao looked ashamed. "Senior Brother."

Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "It's nothing. You just can't win against him in sophistry. In terms of real skill, you may not be inferior to him."

"Yes."

Duobao nodded and then returned to the Shangqing camp.

When Maitreya saw Zhao Gongming appear in person, his expression darkened slightly, becoming somewhat solemn.

Through the previous debate between Zhao Gongming and the Pharmacist, Maitreya was able to clearly recognize that this senior disciple of the Shangqing lineage was not one to follow the rules.

The faces of the Medicine Master, Ksitigarbha, and Mahasthamaprapta also darkened. Maitreya was indeed eloquent, but could he win against the senior disciple of the Shangqing lineage?

Maitreya cupped his hands and said, "Maitreya greets Senior Brother Gongming."

Zhao Gongming waved his hand casually, "No need for formalities. I've come to ask Fellow Daoist Maitreya a few questions."

"What's the problem?"

Maitreya's face became more solemn.

"Junior Brother Maitreya's act of cutting off his own flesh to feed the eagle is something I greatly admire. But I wonder, if that eagle hadn't eaten that swallow today, would it have truly starved to death?"

As soon as Zhao Gongming said this, the disciples of the Shangqing lineage were in an uproar.

"A swallow has only a few ounces of meat; you certainly won't starve if you don't eat it."

"That's right, that giant eagle is covered in demonic energy, enough to kill a tiger and hunt a black bear. A swallow would probably be nothing more than a toothpick for it."

"In that case, wasn't Brother Maitreya's act of cutting off his own flesh to feed the eagle completely unnecessary?"

Maitreya was taken aback, his brain cells started working at a speed of 180 degrees, and in the end he could only sigh, "They should not starve to death."

Zhao Gongming nodded slightly and continued with a smile, "I've heard that Junior Brother Maitreya has a Bodhi seed that has been nurtured for countless millennia and has the effect of calming the mind and spirit. Could you please give it to me?"

"Kunlun Mountain is rich in natural resources, how could Senior Brother Gongming possibly be interested in my Bodhi seed?"

Maitreya was somewhat puzzled.

Zhao Gongming said earnestly, "I have been feeling restless in my practice lately. The Bodhi seed in Brother Maitreya's hand is just right for me. Please give it to me."

"Brother Gongming, you jest. Everyone knows that my Uncle-Master Sanqing possesses countless treasures, far surpassing the Bodhi seeds I hold."

Maitreya did indeed have a Bodhi seed in his hand, but how precious was that Bodhi seed? How could he give it away to Zhao Gongming for nothing?

Zhao Gongming was immediately puzzled and asked, "Faced with an eagle that can't starve, Junior Brother Maitreya would cut off his own flesh to feed it. Senior Brother is cultivating, and his mind is not at peace. He is in danger of going into demonic possession if he is not careful. Why is Junior Brother Maitreya unwilling to give even a single Bodhi seed?"

These words caused an uproar throughout Kunlun Mountain, with countless disciples bursting into laughter.

"I thought Western disciples were so noble, but it turns out they're all fake."

"A piece of flesh can be easily restored with magic, but a Bodhi seed is far more precious than a piece of flesh. No wonder Maitreya was reluctant to part with it."

"If you can't bear to part with something, just say so. Why pretend to be a compassionate and noble person? That's hypocritical."

"Brother Maitreya, if you truly have a compassionate heart, then give the Bodhi seed to Brother Gongming."

"It's just a Bodhi seed, you wouldn't be reluctant to part with it, would you?"

"If you can't bear to part with it, then admit the hypocrisy of your Western Way."

The string of words completely stunned Maitreya.

Maitreya gritted his teeth, "It's just a Bodhi seed, I'll give it to you."

After saying this, Maitreya flicked his hand, and a golden Bodhi seed landed in Zhao Gongming's hand.

Zhao Gongming held the Bodhi seed, looked it over, and exclaimed, "Truly a treasure of the West, then I shall gladly accept it."

After accepting the Bodhi seed, Zhao Gongming was suddenly startled. "Junior Brother Maitreya, there is one more thing I need to do."

"What is it?"

"I've heard that Junior Brother Maitreya possesses a magical treasure called the Mixed Gold Bell, which is incredibly powerful and a supreme treasure for trapping and killing enemies. I'm currently worried about not having a powerful magical treasure at hand. Senior Brother Maitreya is broad-minded and has boundless compassion. Why don't you lend me the Mixed Gold Bell for a while?"

Zhao Gongming smiled; this tactic of moral blackmail was truly effective.

Maitreya immediately shook his head, "The Mixed Gold Bell is my innate spiritual treasure, and I cannot lend it to you."

Zhao Gongming's face darkened. "If I were to perish at the hands of others while traveling the prehistoric world in the future because of the magic treasure I possess, wouldn't Junior Brother Maitreya have to bear the consequences?"

"Me, me"

Maitreya was speechless.

"Miroku, you may step back."

A gentle voice came from the guide's mouth, which made Maitreya feel as if he had been granted a pardon, and he quickly retreated.

As Maitreya slunk off the stage, the disciples of the Shangqing lineage erupted in thunderous applause.

It's so satisfying to see the eldest brother teach these sophists from the West a lesson, it's truly exhilarating!

Beside the secluded valley, on a futon, Jieyin said calmly, "Senior Brother Tongtian, your disciples are truly eloquent and persuasive."

Tongtian smiled faintly, "I wouldn't call myself eloquent; I'm just using their own methods against them."

The West is thick-skinned and shameless, but the disciples of Shangqing are even more shameless and thick-skinned than the West. They follow the West's path and leave the West with nowhere to go.

Tongtian's smile widened. "Junior brothers, shall we continue our discussion?"

Jieyin shook his head, "Let's end our discussion here today."

Jieyin had a clear understanding of the situation. With Zhao Gongming present, after several more discussions, the Western forces would undoubtedly be defeated.

Zhao Gongming was a talented man.

Zhunti and Jieyin's desire to bring Zhao Gongming into the Western Sect deepened.

In this debate, the disciples of the Shangqing lineage shone brightly, while the disciples of the Yuqing lineage paled in comparison, and Yuanshi's expression gradually turned cold.

"The paths of my two junior brothers seem to have deviated from the three thousand profound paths taught by the Dao Ancestor, and have relied more on the eight hundred side paths. If this continues, the road ahead will be difficult."

Jieyin said calmly, "The three thousand great paths are all paths, and the eight hundred side paths are also paths. In the end, they all lead to the same destination. My brother and I are confident that we can forge a completely new path."

"That's right, there's no road ahead, but my brother and I will forge one ourselves."

As they spoke, Zhunti and Jieyin's faces showed no trace of sorrow or suffering, only determination and unwavering resolve!

The Three Pure Ones fell silent. Although the Western Zhunti and Jieyin were shameless and had thick skin like a city wall, it must be said that their Dao hearts had been tempered and refined through countless trials.

Taiqing slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. "The discussion is over. My two junior brothers, you may stay at my Kunlun Mountain for a few more days."

"No need. We've had enough of staying in the Kunlun Mountains for a hundred years. Let's go back to the West."

As soon as the thought of guiding them arose, a cloud of white appeared beneath their feet, and the four, including the Pharmacist, quickly stepped onto it.

We'll take our leave now.

Zhunti and Jieyin bowed and took their leave.

"Take care, my two junior brothers."

The Three Pure Ones also bowed in acknowledgment.

Then, white clouds rose, carrying Zhunti, Jieyin, and the other six, transforming into a white light and flying westward, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)