in2ebook Chapter 311 Ascending the Tushita Palace
Chapter 311 Ascending the Tushita Palace
Yang Jiao dared not move.
Before him was Sun Tianjun's soul urging him on, and in his mind was the system urging him on.
The sounds were like death knells.
Yang Jiao pretended not to see it, her gaze unfocused, as if nothing was in her eyes.
Well, if you can't see it, pretend you don't know it.
Although Taiyi Zhenren broke through the formation with little challenge, an even greater challenge awaited him before he could even get there.
All he could see was Nezha's mouth twitching open, his eyes gleaming as he rushed towards him.
Taiyi Zhenren instinctively covered his pocket.
Nezha took a running start and rushed forward, leaping onto Taiyi Zhenren's back in one swift motion, and whispered urgently in his ear:
"Master, do you have other treasures?"
“What treasure do I have? You are my greatest treasure.” He immediately began to deny it.
Nezha chuckled and flipped over, groping all over Taiyi Zhenren's body like an elusive eel.
“I saw it all. You still have a precious fire starter.”
Taiyi Zhenren tightly clutched his pocket.
Gritting teeth:
"No, Master really doesn't have any more. But he still has a whisk. Do you want it?"
Nezha definitely.
He got off Taiyi Zhenren, put his hands on his hips, and stretched out one hand:
"I want."
Taiyi Zhenren: ...
His round face twitched a few times as he placed his whisk on it.
Nezha remained still, slightly raising his chin as he continued to look at Taiyi Zhenren.
"Your teacher is truly gone."
After saying this, Taiyi Zhenren turned and left.
She took two steps out, then glanced back at Nezha, who was still standing in the same spot, his hand slowly lowered, his eyelids drooping slightly, looking utterly pitiful.
Like a child who had never seen a magical artifact before.
A sudden jolt.
Taiyi Zhenren strode back to his previous position, and with a snap, pulled out the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover and shoved it into Nezha's hand.
"Here, here, it's all yours anyway."
Nezha's eyelids lifted instantly, and he jumped onto Taiyi Zhenren's back again:
"Master, you are so kind."
A single sentence from Taiyi Zhenren was enough to cheer him up. He nodded emphatically and, while supporting Nezha, spoke without any attempt to conceal it from his fellow disciples present:
"Yes, they're all yours. Master can just go to Jade Void Palace to beg for more money."
moment.
The other Golden Immortals present looked on with disdain.
Huanglong Zhenren watched as his senior brother Taiyi and his disciple Nezha walked past him, chatting and laughing, and suddenly realized:
"So, the reason I didn't receive any magic treasures from my master is because I don't know how to beg for them?"
Guang Chengzi showed a rare moment of pity for him, stopping Huanglong Zhenren from this dangerous idea by saying:
"If you go, you might not get any benefits and could easily get beaten up."
It's different from the harmonious atmosphere over there.
Sun Tianjun was extremely anxious around Yang Jiao, but unfortunately, he couldn't get into the Soul-Guiding Banner without Yang Jiao's guidance.
He tried desperately to squeeze in, but the banner didn't budge.
Sun Tianjun was practically begging and pleading. He was just an outer disciple of the Jie Sect, and he was already dead. Why make things difficult for him?
Holding the pole of the soul-guiding banner, he chanted softly:
"O God of Pure Blessings, please take a look at this humble Taoist priest."
Qiao Kun, who was standing nearby, spoke up at the opportune moment:
"And me too."
The two souls stared at Yang Jiao, who dared not turn around to look at them.
Grand Master Xuandu could barely suppress his urge to smile, so he quickly picked up his teacup and took a sip to cover his emotions.
"cough."
I couldn't resist and choked on my own.
He coughed lightly, and everyone present stood up straight, waiting for their senior brother to speak.
Neither of the two sects had a higher status or greater strength than him, so they all paid their respects.
Even Yang Jiao thought that the soft cough was a reminder to her.
Recalling the light, effortless motion of the man swatting the mosquito, she couldn't resist swatting him once more. She immediately straightened her back, mechanically turned around, picked up the soul-guiding banner, and began to wave it.
The souls that had been waiting for so long were finally able to go in and recuperate.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for guiding the souls of Sun Liang and Qiao Kun. Reward: 2 card draw tokens.]
In a short while, Yang Jiao did nothing but squat down and pull some weeds, and she got a total of six card-drawing tokens.
In the past, he might have jumped for joy.
But now, she wants to go back.
Seeing that three formations had been broken and the Jie Sect no longer had any formations set up, Grand Master Xuandu stood up, his gaze falling on Yang Jiao, and asked in a flat voice:
"The three formations have been broken. Is there anything else you wish to discuss?"
Yes! Of course!
Yang Jiao jumped up with a start, strode over to Shen Gongbao who looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, pointed at him and replied:
"The Taoist priest invited someone who didn't know the way, and insisted that I go with him."
Shen Gongbao's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he hurriedly tried to distance himself, saying:
"Actually, I don't necessarily need to ask someone for help."
Yang Jiao retorted:
"How can you give up halfway, Daoist! Let's go, the important matter is the priority, let's set off immediately."
As Yang Jiao spoke, she grabbed the black tiger by the ear and led it around like a horse.
With a serious expression, he kept muttering to himself:
"It's too hasty. This concerns the Great War of the Gods, and we can't afford to be careless in the slightest. Let's go quickly."
She hadn't taken more than a few steps when Yang Jiao's wildly beating heart was pulled away by a powerful suction force.
It flew backwards to Xuandu's front, which was quite undignified.
She turned around, but could only see Xuan Du's withdrawn fingers.
"Let's go."
With a calm voice, his azure Taoist robe fluttered slightly as he took off from the spot, along with the very unwilling Yang Jiao.
Yun Zhongzi, Yu Ding Zhenren, Maitreya, and Ksitigarbha simultaneously attacked, using their magical powers to try and snatch Yang Jiao back.
Yang Jian and Nezha, wielding their magical weapons, attacked Xuandu.
He simply lowered his head, his gaze not falling on anyone, a slight smile curving his lips, and raised one of his arms behind his back, gently flicking his sleeve.
The group felt a sudden numbness throughout their bodies, and then crashed heavily to the ground.
Seeing this, the rest of the people below dared not utter a sound.
They all bowed and kowtowed.
"Respectfully seeing off our senior brother."
Yang Jiao flew backwards behind Xuan Du.
I watched helplessly as the scenery below grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.
I'm about to cry.
"Grand Master Xuandu, do you know what happens to those who have insulted the Supreme Sage?"
Upon hearing her question, Xuan Du paused for a moment, then replied:
"I don't know."
Yang Jiao at least gave herself some psychological comfort. It's better not to know. An open ending is better than bad news.
The next second, Xuandu spoke again:
"Because no one has ever cursed it yet."
……
The Thirty-Three Heavens.
Tushita Palace.
The octagonal glazed tiles of the palace were shrouded in ethereal mist, and the exterior of the palace was entirely made of white jade.
Yang Jiao followed Xuan Du nervously as they walked inside.
Passing through the vermilion gate, you are greeted by a huge Tai Chi pattern on the wall, and after turning the corner, you will see a pool of water.
A blue ox lay lazily by the pool. When it saw the person who had suddenly appeared, it only raised its eyes once before its thick eyelashes drooped down indifferently.
Then turn inward,
A faint aroma of medicine wafted over, and Yang Jiao sniffed it carefully, the scent gradually intensifying.
"Huh? What's burnt?"
She followed Xuandu straight into the alchemy room in the Tushita Palace.
A long row of purple-gold gourds was displayed on the counter.
At the very end was a jade bottle made of mutton fat.
Inside the alchemy room, there were two boys with double hairpins in their hair. One was holding a green banana leaf fan, and the other had a golden rope hanging from his hand. They were both looking at Yang Jiao with curiosity.
In the center was a huge octagonal furnace base, upon which sat... wait? Where was the alchemy furnace?!