novelden Chapter 332 Saints can do whatever they want.
Chapter 332 Saints can do whatever they want.
A few days later.
Shen Gongbao bid farewell to the lesser demons and embarked on his journey to the Three Immortal Islands once more.
This time, the speed of travel was noticeably faster.
The gentle smile that had been on his face was gone, replaced by a somber expression.
They arrived at the Three Immortals Cave.
She suppressed her calculating gaze, squeezed out two tears, and dejectedly raised her head and hand, calling out to the three beautiful figures who were meditating cross-legged:
"Lady Yunxiao, this humble Taoist has come to report a tragic death!"
The sound of weeping pierced through the entire cave.
The clouds above instantly opened their eyes, staring intently at Shen Gongbao, and asked angrily:
"What did you say?"
Bixiao, with an even more fiery temper, swept Shen Gongbao up the mountain peak with a gust of wind and slammed him to the ground with a thud.
Explain yourself!
Facing the three highly skilled individuals, Shen Gongbao bowed cautiously and hurriedly said:
“My ladies, Fellow Daoist Zhao went down the mountain to help the merchants, but he was cursed by the people of the Chan Sect and disappeared on the spot, leaving not a trace behind.”
Yunxiao suddenly stood up and said sorrowfully:
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! My brother is a Great Immortal, how could he be cursed to death?"
Shen Gongbao, having seen more than the others in the Jie Sect, and having traversed the Three Realms for a long time, naturally knew Lu Ya's origins, and thus lamented:
"This is no ordinary unorthodox technique, but the Seven Arrows of Nailhead by the Demon Prince Lu Ya Daoist. You ladies should have heard of the power of the Demon Court's unorthodox techniques back then. Even the Witch Clan feared them, let alone immortals?"
Yunxiao's steps faltered, and she was supported by Qiongxiao and Bixiao.
The three sisters were already in tears.
"Brother..."
Seeing this, Shen Gongbao quickly added fuel to the fire, bowed, and said:
"If the three ladies do not avenge Master Zhao, I'm afraid no one in the world will remember Zhao Gongming's name anymore."
Bixiao held Yunxiao's hand and pondered:
"Elder sister! Master's words have come true."
After Zhao Gongming descended the mountain, his master, the Tongtian Sect Leader, sent down a message from Jin'ao Island, instructing them to receive news of Zhao Gongming's death...
Yunxiao's gaze darkened.
He waved his hand, took the Hunyuan Golden Bucket in his hand, and nodded.
Bixiao stood up, looked at Shen Gongbao and said:
"lead the way!"
At this moment,
Yang Jiao was somewhat puzzled. Logically speaking, Lady Yunxiao was the one who listened to the Tongtian Sect Leader the most, and respecting her teacher was the most important thing in her eyes. How could she be so easily persuaded by Shen Gongbao?
Could it be...
Did the Tongtian Sect Leader issue some kind of order?
After a moment's hesitation, Yang Jiao did not follow them back to Qishan, but instead changed direction and went to Jin'ao Island.
On Jin'ao Island, a verdant expanse stretches out, teeming with magical herbs. Amidst the wisps of ethereal mist, a majestic palace rises high into the clouds, bathed in countless rays of light, appearing as illusory as a mirage.
The vermilion palace gates are inlaid with bronze rings depicting animal figures.
Statues of various birds and beasts are scattered throughout the palace walls.
Ancient and mysterious.
Before Yang Jiao could even enter, she saw Daoist Duobao step out from inside.
His eyes lit up, and he said with a slight smile:
"Master had already foreseen this and has been waiting for you for a long time."
As soon as Duobao finished speaking, he stepped aside to make way for the entrance.
"please."
Yang Jiao dared not delay. After returning the greeting, she strode in, passing through the long corridor and the flowing spring in the palace before arriving at the main hall.
Inside the hall, the Tongtian Sect Leader sat on the Fanlong Throne, towering above the nine heavens and looking down upon all living beings.
The long black robe was embroidered with gold thread. With the slightest movement, the mythical beast on the robe seemed to come alive, shimmering with light and exuding nobility.
Yang Jiao arrived at the central government office, bowed, and instead of directly explaining the reason for his visit, asked:
"Can sages calculate and know everything that happens in the world?"
The Master of Heaven rose, placing his hands behind his back, his long hair casually tied back, and a pair of dragon-patterned boots appearing and disappearing with each step. After taking a few steps, he spoke:
Not entirely.
The stone steps beneath your feet are carved with dragons, phoenixes, and qilin; every subtle movement of your steps seems to tread upon these ancient mythical beasts.
"The shield of Heaven cannot be calculated, nor can the struggle between sages."
Yang Jiao nodded.
I always feel a little nervous when I speak with the Tongtian Sect Leader.
His eyes were deep and penetrating, as if they could see into people's hearts. Once you met his gaze, the imposing aura emanating from them was like a sword piercing your soul.
There's a feeling of being seen through.
This left Yang Jiao feeling very frustrated.
Even more so than when facing the Primordial Celestial Venerable and the Supreme Lord Laozi, she had to be made unable to hide her true feelings.
The Master of Heaven paused, his dragon-patterned boots stopping precisely at the head of the Qilin carving. He turned and said:
"You sent Zhao Gongming to the Western Religion? That's quite audacious."
The calm tone rose slightly when the last two words appeared.
Very interesting.
Yang Jiao knew that the Tongtian Sect Leader was not one to submit to injustice. Now that Zhao Gongming had been saved and sent to the Western Sect, he wasn't afraid of causing any trouble.
"Then... what about the Three Immortal Maidens descending the mountain?"
Yang Jiao finally asked about the purpose of their trip.
The Tongtian Sect Leader pondered for a moment, his wide sleeves fluttering without wind. "Let's go down the mountain then. I've already sent a message to Yunxiao and the other two."
Fate had already been altered.
He looked at Yang Jiao, and although he couldn't deduce what was blocking his view of her besides the Primordial Purple Qi, it was still quite interesting.
Yang Jiao sensed a hint of mockery in the Tongtian Sect Leader's gaze. Now that he had already given his explanation to the Three Immortals, she inquired about other matters:
"Has the leader's game begun?"
The wind on Jin'ao Island suddenly became chaotic as Yang Jiao uttered her last word.
A chilling aura surrounded the Tongtian Sect Leader, and the environment changed because of him. Four streams of light emerged from his wide sleeves and headed straight for the heavens outside the palace.
Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, the four sword lights shone even brighter than the sunlight.
The Master of Heaven did not answer Yang Jiao's question, but instead asked a question:
"Yang Jiao, do you know how to win at chess?"
Yang Jiao thought for a moment and said honestly:
"Judging the opponent's intentions and the changes in the situation, then proceeding step by step, capturing the opponent's pieces until only your own pieces remain on the board."
"Oh."
The Tongtian Sect Leader broke into a slight smile, as if amused by Yang Jiao's words or as if he had finally discovered... how Yang Jiao played chess.
He shook his head, and as he waved, the four sword lights were withdrawn, swirling around him and radiating a fierce, murderous aura.
他 说:
"Winning by capturing pieces is too rule-abiding. In my game, winning means bringing down all the spectators."
Yang Jiao stared in astonishment.
What an overbearing chess-playing style.
No wonder, he's the one who can overturn the chessboard.
At this moment, Yang Jiao even began to reflect on whether she was being too cautious.
However, she quickly rejected the idea.
Just kidding! Below the level of a sage, everyone is an ant. Yang Jiao will live a life of hardship until he becomes a sage!
She sighed:
"A saint can disregard the rules."
The Master of Heaven lowered his eyes and denied it:
"Wrong, even a sage can do whatever he wants."