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Chapter 48 Riding the Eastern King to Listen to the Dao
Chapter 48 Riding the Eastern King to Listen to the Dao
Ling Xiao looked at the five people, including Maitreya, and gave them a kind and amiable smile. Then, a light flashed between his brows, and a series of spiritual treasures, spiritual fruits, and cultivation technique jade slips flew out from his sea of consciousness...
As elders, they should naturally offer some gifts upon meeting.
When Jieyin and Zhunti heard Lingxiao ask them to call him Master, they were deeply moved. Their elder brother treated them like his own brothers; otherwise, he wouldn't have accepted their disciples into his tutelage.
It is important to know that having a master-disciple relationship is extremely important in the prehistoric world. The master is the disciple's support. If the master is powerful, no one will dare to provoke him just by mentioning his name.
At this moment, Maitreya, Mahasthamaprapta, Sunlight, and Moonlight stared dumbfounded at the array of innate spiritual treasures in the void...
The second and third masters kept talking on and on about how powerful their eldest master was.
Now that they've met, their grandmaster has also taken them under his wing and is bestowing upon them numerous treasures.
They were just young people from the Western lands with a little background; how could they have ever seen so many powerful magical treasures?
"What are you all standing there for? Aren't you going to thank your master?"
Zhunti kicked each of the five men once, put his hands on his hips, and said, "A bunch of good-for-nothing brats."
Jieyin chuckled and said, "Third brother, thinking back to when we first met our eldest brother, who was it that was crying and sniffling?"
Zhunti: "..."
At this moment, Maitreya and his group of five finally realized what was happening, accepted the treasures, and then knelt down to thank Lingxiao.
As the three took turns expounding the Dao and discussing scriptures with Maitreya and the other five, their cultivation levels soared like a rocket, and they all entered the Golden Immortal realm.
Three thousand years have finally come!
On this day, all the powerful beings of the myriad races in the primordial world, and cultivators whose cultivation had reached the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, headed towards the chaos.
The Taoist Ancestor's second sermon is about to begin!
The phrase "three thousand mortals in Zixiao Palace" is a figurative expression, referring to three thousand people.
In reality, the Purple Cloud Palace was vast and boundless, and during Hongjun's three sermons, the number of beings seated within it far exceeded three thousand...
Penglai Fairy Island.
"You five are here to comprehend the Dao, and your two masters and I will go to listen to your teachings."
After giving instructions to Maitreya and the other four, Lingxiao, along with Jieyin and Zhunti, flew out of Penglai Immortal Island.
"Big brother, wait a minute!"
After the three left the fairy island, they saw the boy who was the Eastern King Duke in disguise guarding the mountain gate.
A sly glint flashed in Zhunti's eyes as he said, "This fellow injured Ao Guang and attacked the Immortal Island. Letting him stand here for three thousand years is too lenient!"
"Oh? What brilliant plan does Third Brother have?"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly. As the saying goes, life needs fun. If the enemy's expression is angry, then one's own expression must be joyful.
Zhunti stroked his chin, his eyes deep in thought. After a long while, he laughed and said, "Let the Eastern King Duke transform into a tortoise and carry my three brothers to the Purple Cloud Palace!"
"Ah? This is brilliant! Third Brother, you're a true genius!" Jieyin's eyes gleamed with excitement as he murmured, "What expressions will those renowned powerful figures have when they see him after we go to Zixiao Palace?"
Zhunti looked at Jieyin and chuckled.
Jieyin looked at Zhunti, put his arm around his shoulder, and chuckled.
Ling Xiao clapped his hands and laughed, saying, "The Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix, possessing either one can bring peace to the world, that's exactly what I mean by my two virtuous brothers."
Within the innate grand formation, the child in the form of the Eastern King Duke stood in the sunlight, yet despite the bright sunshine, he felt a chill throughout his body.
He hung his head, staring at the tips of his shoes, a sullen face on his face, feeling like he wanted to die.
No.
What are you trying to do? Can you please not let me hear you?
Even when slaughtering a pig, there's no need to tell it you're going to kill it...
The word "cruel" is not even enough to describe you beasts.
The Eastern King's eyes blazed with fury; he could tolerate this, but he would not! He clenched his small fists, trembling with rage!
In his rage, Dongwanggong charged towards Lingxiao and the other two, his lips trembling with anger, causing him to slur his words as he shouted, "I'll fight you all!!"
The result was naturally that he was beaten up by Jieyin and Zhunti, and then obediently turned into a giant turtle.
"Heavens above! I shouldn't have come to the East Sea!"
"Waaah, these damned bastards, my life as the Eastern King Duke is so miserable..."
The Eastern King looked up at the sky, his heart filled with sorrow. He carried Ling Xiao and the other two and flew towards the bastard.
He could hardly imagine that when he arrived at Zixiao Palace, his familiar fellow cultivators would see him like this...
In the boundless chaos.
Countless divine rainbows, dazzlingly bright, streaked across the dark void, flying deeper into the distance.
Meanwhile, Ling Xiao and his group learned from the conversations of those cultivators that the Wu Clan and Di Jun Taiyi had experienced some minor frictions between their respective forces over the past three thousand years.
Although a full-blown battle hasn't broken out, some of the calamity energy between heaven and earth has already been revealed.
The two sides have now reached a point of near equilibrium.
Everyone knows that if a major war breaks out, neither side will be in a good position, so they are all exercising restraint.
Currently, the two forces have become the strongest forces in the primordial world.
Sitting on the tortoise, flying towards Zixiao Palace, Lingxiao and the other two were bored, so they started talking about the Three Immortal Islands.
Because they didn't want the Eastern King to hear, the three of them were communicating telepathically.
"Brother, you said before that fragments of chaos transformed into three immortal islands. Now, Penglai Immortal Island has been occupied by us."
"The abbot of Yingzhou Island, I wonder when he will be born."
"The mere existence of Penglai Island has made my two brothers so wealthy; the treasures within Fangzhang and Yingzhou must be no less abundant."
After hearing Zhunti's words, Ling Xiao fell into reminiscence. According to the prehistoric novels he had read, the two immortal islands usually appeared one after another after the second lecture at Zixiao Palace.
Then many powerful beings went to compete for it.
"Once the second lecture at Zixiao Palace is over, the two immortal islands will surely appear in the world. At that time, we will then make further plans."
Ling Xiao's eyes gleamed. He planned to take on disciples in the future and restore the Western Lands. He would never have too many treasures.
The tortoise that Dongwanggong transformed into was very fast, but it was not as fast as the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who had arrived at Zixiao Palace a hundred years earlier.
Although the Wu Clan and Emperor Jun and Taiyi felt that Hongjun's Dao was not very useful, they came with high expectations because the second sermon was about the Dao of Quasi-Saints.
At this moment, Ling Xiao and his two companions descended from the sky riding on a giant black tortoise, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
Countless people looked over and immediately felt the supreme yang energy emanating from the tortoise.
Then he recognized the three Ling brothers.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jun, Tai Yi, Zhen Yuanzi, and Hong Yun all stepped forward to greet them with smiles on their faces.
Upon witnessing this scene, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Fuxi, and all the powerful beings were extremely surprised.
Why are these unruly witches, along with Di Jun, Tai Yi, the protective Zhen Yuanzi, and the kind-hearted Hong Yun, so polite to Ling Xiao?
Before Ling Xiao came here, he had suppressed his cultivation to the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal. Now, as he observed everyone, he discovered that after three thousand years, the cultivation of all the well-known powerful figures had reached the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.
"Change back to human form."
At this moment, Ling Xiao looked at Dong Wang Gong.
After hesitating for a long time, Dong Wanggong transformed back into his original form, a middle-aged man in a purple robe. At this moment, his eyes were filled with resentment, and he avoided eye contact with the crowd.
"Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong, you..."
The stunningly beautiful Queen Mother of the West took a few steps forward, staring at him in disbelief, then hesitated to speak.
As soon as she uttered her name, everyone's eyes immediately turned to Dong Wanggong, and the place became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
(End of this chapter)