readsfreenovel Chapter 324 Your disciple!
Chapter 324 Your disciple!
The Investiture Platform.
After settling the four future Gods of Wealth, Yang Jiao grabbed the Mosquito Taoist's hand, suppressing the spiritual energy that was about to burst forth from her body, and calmly said to her after a moment:
"Mosquito, hurry up and go to the Divine Beast Garden to get some milk for Nezha."
"Huh?" Mosquito Taoist was stunned for a moment, then said with great reluctance, "Yang Jian isn't taking the mosquito milk anymore, but Nezha is?"
She was somewhat reluctant to give it to him.
Nezha used to forbid mosquitoes from overhearing his whispers.
But seeing Yang Jiao's serious expression, she swallowed her refusal.
"go quickly."
Yang Jiao urged him on.
Mosquito Taoist then pursed his lips and left.
Once that graceful figure disappeared from the Conferred God Platform, Yang Jiao could no longer restrain herself and knelt on the ground, clutching her chest.
My vision blurred in waves.
"Do you want to break through again?"
She hadn't expected that the spiritual energy she had suppressed would be so abundant, and that she would still have such a strong reserve after breaking through to the Golden Immortal realm.
Yang Jiao hurriedly sat down to meditate, circulating her energy for a full cycle before finally suppressing the surging aura.
"Could it be because he ate too many peaches in heaven?"
This spiritual energy was compressed within her body, searching for an outlet everywhere. As soon as Yang Jiao relaxed, she was like a bloated, compressed biscuit.
Its volume suddenly increased.
She lowered her eyes and whispered:
"It seems we need to suppress Lu Ya Dao Ren's karma as soon as possible."
Yang Jiao's spiritual energy was so abundant that it would leak out with a slight movement. Rather than choosing between wasting it and bursting herself out, she decided to use it to suppress karma.
Thinking of this, he got up and headed towards Qishan.
Qishan.
Yang Jian and Nezha fought for a long time. When they saw the returning figure of the Taoist Ran Deng in the distance, they followed him back.
As soon as the Taoist Ran Deng landed, a noticeable sense of caution appeared on his face.
After glancing around, he saw Li Jing and his two sons standing behind him and said unhappily:
"Why aren't you continuing to kneel and worship?"
Jinzha and Muzha, trembling with fear, helped Li Jing as they headed towards the military camp.
They dared not slack off in the slightest, but they had already bowed three times a day. Today, they had already done so, and Li Jing thought he could take advantage of this time to come here and see if he could pick up some opportunities to make merits. However, he did not expect to be reprimanded by Daoist Ran Deng.
His face immediately turned ashen.
Yang Jian secretly glanced at Nezha's expression. Nezha's face was solemn and his emotions were unreadable.
He nudged Nezha on the shoulder and whispered:
"My sister is here."
His blank expression suddenly brightened, and he looked up to see Yang Jiao walking towards him.
He hurried up to it.
Yang Jian followed behind, clicked his tongue, and suddenly blamed himself for being soft-hearted earlier.
Before the Qishan Ten Deadly Formations, cultivators from all walks of life stood on both sides. Although the atmosphere was not tense enough to warrant a fight, they were all watching each other warily.
In particular, the moment this celestial being arrived, I had the unsettling feeling that two of my fellow Daoists would die.
Shen Gongbao's gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on Jiang Ziya.
As if sensing something, Jiang Ziya also looked up at this moment, and his eyes met Shen Gongbao's.
The two locked eyes, and Shen Gongbao let out another low snort, averting his gaze and cursing under his breath:
"An old man like him still charging ahead, what a fool."
"What did the Imperial Advisor say?"
Wen Zhong, who was standing next to him, suddenly asked.
Shen Gongbao gazed at the ethereal clouds in the sky. "Nothing much, just wondering when the Ten Deadly Formations will continue."
"Almost there, the Flame Array is already set up."
Upon hearing the reply, Shen Gongbao's eyes deepened. "Yes, soon."
He narrowed his eyes and started calculating again.
Three hundred and sixty-five minus twenty-five...
Hmm, that's much easier to calculate.
The progress bar needs improvement.
Yang Jiao had just reunited with Nezha and Yang Jian, and before they could even speak, a 'whoosh' sound of something falling came from above their heads.
I looked up.
All I saw was a small gourd falling from the sky.
Then came the extremely displeased voice of the Mosquito Taoist:
"Nezha, your milk!"
Yang Jian and Nezha, who had intended to reach out and take the gourd, quickly withdrew their hands after hearing these words.
They all looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Seeing that they didn't want to accept it, the Mosquito Taoist, who was standing on the cloud, leaned back and fell from the cloud, catching the gourd just as it was about to hit the ground.
Then he shoved it into Nezha's arms.
The warm gourd was held tightly in Nezha's arms. He gritted his teeth and slowly turned around.
All that could be seen on the other side of the Chan Sect was the sudden cessation of the bustling conversations that had been taking place, replaced by an eerie silence.
Their gaze shifted repeatedly, from the baby to Nezha and finally to Yang Jian.
Nezha opened his mouth, wanting to explain.
pat.
The whisk in Taiyi Zhenren's hand lost its strength and fell to the ground.
Master Yu Ding shook his head and clicked his tongue:
"After raising your apprentice for so many years, haven't you discovered what your apprentice truly likes?"
Taiyi Zhenren swiftly grabbed Yuding Zhenren by the neck, subtly mocking him:
"Senior brother! If I remember correctly, your disciple prefers to drink, right?"
"Your apprentice!"
"Your apprentice!"
The two did not use any magic power, mainly because they were afraid that Jade Cauldron Immortal would expose his secret. They fought back and forth and got into a brawl.
Intermittently, you can still hear:
"Your apprentice!"
"Your apprentice!"
Seeing the two bickering, Yun Zhongzi straightened his back at that moment.
With a flick of his sleeve and a nonchalant stride, though his smile was barely contained, he reached Lei Zhenzi, patted him on the shoulder, and said:
"Luckily, my apprentice doesn't drink."
"Hmm?" Lei Zhenzi's large wings twitched, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, he exclaimed loudly, "Hey! I remember now, this milk is really delicious! No wonder Sister Mosquito calls me Milk Bottle!"
A blush of reminiscence rose on Lei Zhenzi's face.
This contrasted sharply with the deathly pale face of Yun Zhongzi upon hearing the name.
He stood beside Lei Zhenzi, surrounded by the scrutinizing gazes of his fellow disciples. Each look carried a mixture of appraising, curiosity, and a hint of disdain, which eventually culminated in the conclusion, "So this is how you teach your disciples."
Yun Zhongzi felt as if he had been struck by lightning!
then,
The Jade Cauldron Immortal and the Taiyi Immortal stopped fighting.
The two disciples, arm in arm as if they were one person, walked up to Yun Zhongzi and both snorted:
"Your apprentice is even more so!"
Nezha here is red from head to toe, and the gourd in his hand is so hot that he can't throw it away or take it.
But after that awkward moment reached its peak, Nezha turned around and roared:
"What's wrong? You didn't drink this when you were kids!"
His senior uncles and senior brothers were so shocked that none of them could utter a word.
"Ah!"
Nezha scoffed, twisted open the gourd's cap, and gulped it down into his mouth.
A whole gourd of milk went straight down his throat.
He tossed the empty gourd behind him, his gaze sweeping over everyone in a sweeping sweep.
"Humph."
After a shout, he walked out with his toes pointed outwards, looking very arrogant and cocky from behind.
Only after Nezha's figure disappeared did everyone feel the air return to their lungs.
For a moment, whispers began again.
Just then!
Rumble!
In the direction Nezha left, a mountain began to collapse from its base, causing a tremendous upheaval, and the resulting dust and smoke lingered for a long time.