readytorunbook Chapter 257 A Cultivation Technique Even More Powerful Than the 89 Mystic Arts—
Chapter 257 A Cultivation Technique Even More Powerful Than the 89 Mystic Arts—
"What if you had even a little bit of magic power?"
It's not like your master would need to ask Taiyi Zhenren to relay a message to you.
Master Yu Ding was already used to losing all his cultivation, and said without even blushing:
"You have magical powers, you are powerful, and the capable should do more."
The palm-leaf fan was being used rapidly, and the cool breeze dispelled the heat as he continued:
"At that time, you eleven Golden Immortals who are rightfully and exceptionally powerful will all go down to undergo the tribulation. I will not go, since I have no magic power at all."
Taiyi Zhenren snatched the palm-leaf fan into his own hand, using it to cool himself, and glanced disdainfully at Yuding Zhenren, saying:
"Do you think you can decide? The Twelve Golden Immortals' Tribulation is indispensable."
Master Yuding sat down heavily on the ground, never imagining what his fate would be after he, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals without any magical cultivation, went there.
His first thought was,
"Poor Maitreya and Ksitigarbha."
Fellow Daoist, I didn't want this either.
Taiyi Zhenren still cared about his senior brother Yuding Zhenren; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken such a big risk in taking in the two of them, Taiyi Zhenren and Yuding Zhenren.
He advised:
"Senior brother, you should intensify your cultivation. If we want to overcome this tribulation, it would be safest if the twelve of us were all at the same cultivation level."
Master Yu Ding has passed away.
He was clearly the most insightful among the Twelve Golden Immortals, but because he was too insightful, he lost himself in the process.
Even so, he still wanted to compete with Taiyi Zhenren to see who was superior:
"Even if I am not the most powerful among the Twelve Golden Immortals, my disciple is certainly the most powerful among the younger generation."
Now that Nezha is no longer by his side, Taiyi Zhenren is too lazy to argue with Yuding Zhenren.
His disciples have all gone to work, so why is Yu Ding's disciple still cultivating in the cave?
Now it's all good, let's both be empty-nest Taoist priests without disciples to keep us company.
He pointed to the small box bestowed upon him by the Primordial Celestial Venerable and said:
"Quickly, take your talented apprentice out for a spin."
After Taiyi Zhenren finished speaking, he thought of his disciple who had been away for a long time and felt that the scenery of Qianyuan Mountain was not good anymore, and Jinguang Cave looked unpleasant everywhere.
His Nezha!
That child is on the battlefield between Shang and Zhou every day, amidst the clash of swords and shadows. As his master, he misses him terribly.
She grew thinner and thinner, weighing only about 200 pounds.
When mentioning his disciple Yang Jian, Master Yu Ding's face was full of pride.
Among all the disciples of the Chan Sect, who can master the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to perfection?
Only one person!
He was a disciple of the Jade Cauldron Immortal!
Yang Jian is the foremost disciple of the third generation!
Seeing Yu Ding Zhenren's light steps as he went to find his disciple, Taiyi Zhenren threw away his whisk in a fit of jealousy.
His gaze drifted away, and he muttered to himself:
"Nezha..."
During his time in the Golden Light Cave, Yang Jian continuously deepened his understanding of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.
Although it is a single skill, its profound mysteries surpass those of learning a hundred different techniques.
Just as the process finished, Yang Jian opened his eyes to find Yu Ding Zhenren standing close to him. Startled, he called out:
"Master."
“Hey, my disciple, your grandmaster Yuanshi Tianzun just gave you an order to go to Xiqi to help Zhou overthrow Zhou.”
Yang Jian's eyes lit up.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
If I can perform meritorious service in battle, I can reduce the number of days my mother spends imprisoned in Taoshan.
Their family hasn't been together for far too long.
His mother, Yao Ji, was imprisoned in Taoshan, while his father, Yang Tianyou, waited in vain at the Western Religion.
My parents' lives have been incredibly difficult...
The third sister, Yang Chan, was entrusted to the goddess Nuwa. I wonder if that crybaby will secretly shed tears because she misses her family.
The person Yang Jian felt most sorry for was his eldest sister, Yang Jiao.
Although he was not talkative, the person he respected most was his older sister, who had sacrificed so much for the family.
Now that Jian'er has grown up, it's time for him to take on the responsibilities.
Yu Ding Zhenren handed the treasure bestowed upon him by Yuanshi Tianzun to Yang Jian. Although his disciple was already the foremost among the third-generation disciples, his eyes still held endless worry as he said:
"Take care on your journey. If you encounter any problems that you cannot resolve, be sure to return to your master."
Yang Jian looked at Jade Cauldron Immortal with suspicion:
“Master… if even I can’t solve this, then you shouldn’t worry about it.”
Master Yuding quickly clutched his chest; he had been stabbed by his disciple with an arrow and it hurt a little.
His face hardened, and then he said in a low voice:
"Today, your master will teach you a technique that is even more powerful than the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts."
Yang Jian was shocked upon hearing this.
The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts is the supreme martial art of the Chan Sect, and its mysteries are extremely profound. Every time he practices it, he gains different insights.
There's something even more powerful than the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts!
The Jade Void Technique is truly astonishing!
He looked expectantly at Master Yuding, his eyes revealing a thirst for knowledge, and eagerly asked:
"Master, what kind of technique is it? Please teach it to your disciple quickly."
Master Yu Ding stroked his beard and raised his eyebrows, leisurely pointing out:
"This ultimate skill is—crying!"
"Ok?"
Yang Jian was puzzled.
Why are you crying?
Who can I cry to?
Can crying produce something even more powerful than the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts?
Without wasting words with him, Jade Cauldron Immortal pushed Yang Jian outside:
"Go quickly, just remember, if there's anything you can't handle, come back to your master, and your master will take care of it."
Yang Jian left Qianyuan Mountain completely bewildered.
Master Yu Ding was extremely pleased with himself.
This technique was unique to Master Yu Ding; none of the entire Yu Xu sect possessed even a fraction of its essence.
Now Yang Jian is rightfully following the orders of Yuanshi Tianzun to assist Zhou in overthrowing Zhou. If he fails in the slightest, he will rush to the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, hug his master's leg, and cry.
Gazing at the disappearing figure, Master Yuding made up his mind and said:
"Don't worry, my disciple, even if I have to cry, I'll cry my way to a divine position for you!"