My Senior Brother is Too Steady Chapter 531

Chapter 531 Changgeng Cultivates the Mysterious Body and Will Go to Purple Cloud Palace!

A few days later, in the corner of the spiritual mountain in the Aparagodānīya Continent, Daoist Wen Jing held her left shoulder and her face was pale. Her aura fluctuated, and the blood-colored dress on her body looked even more vibrant.

Behind Daoist Wen Jing, the man and woman transformed from the Primordial Beast knelt on one knee. They were both injured.

Most of the chest of the man that was transformed from a ferocious beast had caved in. The bones around his injuries had been shattered. At that moment, he was relying on his Dharma powers to hold on.

On closer inspection, the injury that was the size of a basin happened to be a cow's hoof…

The atmosphere was a little oppressive. There were the remains of a ferocious beast in front of Daoist Wen Jing. The pressure on it had yet to dissipate.

The corpse was more than twenty feet long and looked like a black-furred ferocious bear. At that moment, the corpse was incomplete and beyond recognition. Clearly, it had suffered a violent storm of attacks before it died.

On the other side of the corpse, several figures sat in the shadows. They were all old Daoists who were dressed in patched robes.

An old Daoist priest's eyes lit up. He stared at Daoist Wen Jing's shoulder and asked doubtfully, “Green ox? The Grand Supreme Elder's mount? Just a mount is enough to beat you up?”

Daoist Wen Jing hurriedly said, “Deputy Sect Master, that green ox is very powerful. It's also an ancient mutant. It's quite difficult to deal with! He has a steel ring in his hand. It's a secret treasure refined by the Grand Supreme Elder. It can collect all kinds of Dharma treasures that can be taken away. There is also a fan. In just a moment, it will send us to the outer space…”

“Rascal!”

A short and fat old Daoist priest beside him was filled with killing intent. He cursed, “You failed to retrieve the Primordial Massacre Sword. You were forced into such a sorry state by a mount. What's the use of keeping the spiritual mountain!?!”

“Deputy Sect Master, it's, it's the Water God!” Behind Wen Jing, the woman in the form of a ferocious beast immediately shouted, “It's the Heavenly Courts' Water God. He must have predicted this and ambushed around the traitor Iron Fan!”

The five old Daoists looked at each other. One of them said in a low voice, “Is this true?”

Wen Jing frowned and pursed her lips. She was silent.

The woman shouted with a trembling voice, “Please spare my life, Deputy Sect Master. This is absolutely true! We will definitely not mistake that Dao rune aura. The Water God is the only paper effigy in the Three Realms!”

The old Daoists' eyes turned sharp.

The short and fat old Daoist priest, who was used to putting on a black face, immediately cursed, “Hmph! What a good Wen Jing. Why did you hide it from me previously?”

Daoist Wen Jing wanted to say something but hesitated. She seemed to be weighing something

The man in the beast form looked up at Wen Jing's back and sneered. He pretended to be troubled and whispered, “Deputy Sect Master, please don't blame Commander Wen Jing for this! At that time, the Water God appeared. We were flustered. It was only because Commander Wen Jing killed the Water God incarnation that we could successfully escape and report to the Deputy Sect Master.”

“What did you say?”

An old Daoist priest stood up immediately. His eyes widened as he shouted, “Wen Jing, did you really kill the Water God's incarnation?”

Daoist Wen Jing turned around and glared at the man. The latter immediately lowered his head and seemed to be terrified.

It was a battle between veteran actors.

“Rascal!”

The short and fat old Daoist priest cursed, “A few days ago, Teacher gave his life. In the past hundred years, you must not provoke the Water God, Li Changgeng. Wen Jing, you also know about this matter. You actually killed the Water God's incarnation! The Water God is vengeful and scheming. He will definitely take revenge on our spiritual mountain!”

An old Daoist priest beside her sighed and said, “Wen Jing, do you know that a senior brother once destroyed one of the Water God's incarnations and caused Jie School's Zhao Gongming to target him? At that time, the Water God had yet to gain power. Now that the Water God has been conferred the title of Taibai Jinxing and is in charge of the Great Tribulation… Are you still afraid that he will hate us less?”

Daoist Wen Jing slowly closed her long and narrow phoenix-like eyes. There was a hint of helplessness and mockery in her eyes.

She sighed softly and said, “If we don't kill the Water God's incarnation, none of us will return. If Deputy Sect Master feels that I had done something wrong, I will accept the punishment. However, I still feel indignant. The Water God is only an incarnation of the Golden Immortal realm. If we don't kill him, we can't live. Why can't we kill him?”

“Wen Jing, who are you being rude to? You!” The short and fat old Daoist priest, who had a bad temper, was reprimanding him loudly. Suddenly, he heard a soft sigh. The old Daoist priest's loud voice stopped.

A gray-robed figure appeared strangely in front of Daoist Wen Jing.

There were no ripples in the universe!

A few old Daoists hurriedly stood up and hurriedly bowed to the gray-robed figure.

“Teacher.”

Daoist Wen Jing trembled and immediately lowered her head to kneel. She did not dare to look up at the gray-robed old Daoist priest.

This aura, this faint pressure… The true pillar of the Western Sect, the Daoist who received the six Saints!

“Wen Jing greets the Head Sect Master!”

“Yes.” The guide answered and lowered his hands. His body was slightly hunched. “Look up.”

A few drops of cold sweat seeped out of Daoist Wen Jing's pale face. Her Dao heart was cold.

The pressure of the Saint, the secret in her heart, and the close distance made her Dao heart almost fall into illusion instantly.

However, she was ultimately a ferocious Daoist Wen from the Primordial World. She was a Primordial Beast that had walked out of the sea of blood. Her Dao heart was indeed tough. At that moment, she slowly looked up. Her long phoenix-like eyes were trembling.

She looked down and her gaze seemed to be able to see through Wen Jing's Dao heart!

Wen Jing did not dare to say anything at that moment. Her Dao heart was blank. She forced herself to think about the situation of the Small World War a few days ago…

The violent green ox tore the ferocious beast with both hands.

She had torn apart the paper effigy of the Water God in a flash…

“Don't be afraid.”

The Daoist guide said and took a step forward. He circled around Daoist Wen Jing and arrived in front of the man transformed from a ferocious beast.

“Look up.”

The Adam's apple of the man who was bending over with his head lowered bobbed. He hurriedly looked up and looked at the Saint…

After a while, the wide sleeve of the Daoist priest's Daoist robe swayed gently. The man's eyes instantly dimmed. His body suddenly collapsed and turned into a small pile of black sand.

There were no more living beings.

The Daoist guide said slowly, “Wen Jing has been promoted to the position of Head Protector.”

After saying that, the guide's figure gradually faded. As the few old Daoists received their orders, it dissipated with the wind.

Daoist Wen Jing's face was pale. She was about to collapse to the ground.

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However, the corners of her mouth curled into a smile. She bowed and thanked the depths of the spiritual mountain. “Thank you, Master!”

The old Daoists' expressions were a little complicated. When they saw Daoist Wen Jing's graceful figure, they smiled warmly.

The short and fat old Daoist priest who had scolded Wen Jing the most fiercely just now flung his sleeve and turned to leave.

An hour later, in Daoist Wen Jing's Cave Abode.

A mosquito sound flashed past. Daoist Wen Jing appeared and lay on the bed weakly. She heaved a long sigh of relief.

Damn it…

It was as if she had survived a calamity. She could not help but recall the conversation she had heard a few days ago. It was a voice transmission from the Water God…

No, he was already the Lord Taibai Jinxing.

“Wen Jing, it's me.”

“The ox spirit in front of you is the Grand Supreme Elder's mount. Its strength is above

yours.”

“Your identity cannot be exposed in front of the Grand Supreme Elder.”

“Taking advantage of this opportunity, you might as well kill a paper effigy of mine. Later, you can escape back to the spiritual mountain with one or two subordinates. You can use this opportunity to claim credit and consolidate your position in the spiritual mountain.”

“Adapt to the situation. Don't hesitate to attack me later.” On the bed, Daoist Wen Jing frowned slightly. She felt the impact of the pressure from the Saint just now. Her pale face quickly regained its color.

“How long do you want me to hide in the Western Sect? What do you want me to do here?”

The leader of the Dark Guardians was one of the three Guardians of the Western Sect. His status was second only to the Deputy Sect Masters and was above the disciples of ordinary Saints.

Daoist Wen Jing sighed softly…

This task was getting more and more difficult.

Wen Jing should be fine.

On the Little Qiong Peak, in a painting in the secret underground chamber, Li Changshou's main body was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

This time, he had asked Daoist Wen Jing to “rashly attack” and kill his paper effigy incarnation to collect the merit. He had been too rash and lacked stability.

Although he felt that he had done it flawlessly, he had done it deliberately. It was easy for him to reveal a flaw.

Forget it, it's useless to think too much.

At that moment, Wen Jing should have returned to the spiritual mountain. She was a Primordial Beast and a ruthless character in the Primordial World. If she encountered a crisis, she would definitely be able to deal with it herself. He did not have to worry too much about whether she would be exposed.

A Primordial Elder like Wen Jing who cherished her life would definitely not joke about her own life.

I should be worried that if the Western Sect teaches Wen Jing too many benefits, Wen Jing will not be soft-hearted when the time comes…

OSA

His immortal senses captured Lingle's beautiful figure riding a cloud from the lake. Li Changshou's main body sat back on the bamboo chair, closed his eyes, and focused. He continued to deal with his funeral matters.

The green ox and the metal fan had also survived a 'small calamity'.

That day, the scene of the ox smashing the Primordial Beast stunned Iron Fan…

She knew that the green ox was extraordinary, but she did not expect it to be so bold!

Aunt Wen, whom she had always feared and respected, was actually seriously injured by her lover whom she had entrusted her life to, whom she had sacrificed herself to protect…

The paper effigy that Li Changshou had appeared after the battle had changed many of the Iron Fan's inherent impressions of him.

“Iron Fan, you have to try to trust the people around you. Don't always bear everything alone. Many difficulties that you think are difficult might just be a trivial matter to Senior Brother Azure Ox.”

In an instant, the green ox's family status was increased by a few grades! Brother.

At the end of the fierce battle in the valley, the green ox, under Li Changshou's secret guidance, used the banana fan to unleash the Mysterious Yin Gale and sent Daoist Wen Jing and the other two ferocious beasts tens of thousands of kilometers away.

Following that, the green ox brought the silver-haired girl, who could not regain her senses, and Li Changshou's paper effigy away from the Minor Chiliocosm hurriedly and returned to the five continents.

The metal fan had been targeted by the Western Sect. Naturally, it could not continue to travel.

Most importantly…

The green ox had been wandering outside for so long. It was time for him to return to his duties.

Under Li Changshou's arrangements, Iron Fan was sent to the merchant tribe of the South Continent. Kong Xuan took care of it and happened to be a playmate with the Seven Emotions reincarnations.

Later, the green ox would descend to the mortal world and reunite with the metal fan like Ao Yi.

If the Grand Supreme Elder agreed, the green ox could stay in the mortal world for a few more days.

Half a day ago, Li Changshou had already entrusted the golden rope to the green ox and brought it back to the Tushita Palace.

The matter of searching for cows came to an

end.

Speaking of which, how could a green ox and Master Zhao move so quickly?

Are you really not worried about the future calamity?

Li Changshou could only smile at that. Taking advantage of the stability and unhappiness of the Western Sect over the past few days, he checked the arrangements for the Great God-Conferment Tribulation again.

He had to be careful when fighting against the heavens. It would not be overboard to be more stable.

Hence, a more serious question was placed in front of Li Changshou.

Should he spend some effort on comprehending the Eight-Nine Arcane Art? From then on, his random practice would turn into hard work, allowing him to enter the final two levels.

Li Changshou had already sensed that the Eight-Nine Arcane Art was not perfect. To the human race, they lacked the innately powerful physical bodies of the Magi. There would always be a flaw in cultivating the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.

However, the Lady of Earth had already handed the Yama Lord to Li Changshou.

The essence blood of the Magi.

Nine was the extreme Yang number, and eight was the extreme Yin number. For example, the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams had many meanings.

Of course, it could also be understood as the name of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. It meant that it lacked a 'point' and could not be returned to the origin.

Perhaps it was because of the Heavenly Dao, or perhaps it was because the Lady of Earth could not deduce this cultivation technique to perfection. In the end, she had to use the blood essence of the witches to make up for the flaws.

Li Changshou tried to deduce for a few days and realized that the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, which had the help of the blood essence of the Ancestral Magi, was very different from the Eight-Nine Arcane Art that had the help of the blood essence of the Ancestral Magi.

If he could obtain the blood essence of the witch and cultivate this mysterious technique to the extreme, he could obtain another mystical ability…

As long as his essence soul did not die, his body could be reborn at any time!

Although there were thousands of cultivation techniques left behind in the Primordial World, only this one was mystical.

Apart from wasting his energy and diverting his comprehension of the Great Dao of Equalization, what harm could there be in cultivating this technique? Actually, there was none. Overall, he could use more life-saving methods.

Why don't we practice for a few decades?

At that moment, it was rare for the six Saints to rush to the Purple Cloud Palace to discuss the matter of becoming a god.

Li Changshou hesitated for a few days. In the end, he decided to adjust his monitoring level of the Heavenly Courts, the Immortal Union, and the Heaven Ascension Hall to the lowest level that he could accept. He began to focus on the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.

As he pondered, he felt intoxicated and could not extricate himself. Li Changshou gave up on the enlightenment that he had obtained by “casually practicing”. He began to carefully ponder and comprehend it from the beginning. He had almost reached the stage where he had forgotten about Lingle and Yun Xiao.

As a result, the frequency of him walking out of the secret chamber decreased greatly.

Every time Ling'e saw her senior brother, she realized that he was either frowning and deep in thought or meditating. It was rare for him to be so focused on his cultivation.

'Has Senior Brother… encountered a bottleneck?'

With that thought in mind, Ling'e could only burn a few more incense sticks in front of her master's memorial tablet and wish her senior brother a breakthrough as soon as possible.

At the same time, Ling'e temporarily sacrificed her cultivation and took the initiative to help her senior brother pay attention to the matters of the Immortal Union and help him share some of the miscellaneous matters.

What shocked Ling'e was that her senior brother's condition had lasted for more than ten years!

Is Senior Brother thinking about how to become a Saint?

Are we going to kill three corpses?

What kind of threshold would it be to be able to stop Senior Brother's bottleneck for more than ten years!?!

Ling'e became even more worried.

Fortunately, Li Changshou did not enter seclusion for a long time. Every few months, he would go out and move around. He would deal with various matters and guide Long Ji in her cultivation.

Although Ling'e was worried, she did not dare to ask further. She was afraid that she would put more pressure on her senior brother.

In the sixteenth year of his serious cultivation of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, Li Changshou began to refine some Spirit Pills and take a medicinal bath. He began to cultivate some ordinary sword techniques, spear techniques, and fist techniques. He began to set up some Thunder, Fire, Water, and Wind Absolute Arrays. Then, he strolled into the array formation and enjoyed the bombardment of the array formation…

That day, Li Changshou had just walked out of the killing array outside the Pill Chamber. He was refreshed, his eyes were clear, and there was a faint smile on his lips. He was deducing the wonders of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art in his heart.

He finally experienced the comfort of having an epiphany before becoming an immortal…

“Senior… Senior Brother?” “Huh?”

Li Changshou focused and looked at Ling'e, who was dressed in her training attire. He asked warmly, “What's wrong?” “Senior Brother,” Ling'e asked worriedly, “Have you been stuck at the bottleneck for too long? Is your Dao heart a little unstable?”

Then, Ling'e leaned over and rubbed Li Changshou's arm.

“Actually, there's no need to give yourself too much pressure. Cultivation can't be rushed. There are many people who have reached the bottleneck of the Immortal Card for hundreds or thousands of years. Senior Brother, you have only been stuck for more than ten years. It's very common.”

Li Changshou was rendered speechless.

“I'm actually practicing a Mysterious Technique,” Li Changshou said seriously. “At the later stages of this Mysterious Technique, I need to borrow the power of the world to refine my physical body and essence soul. I'm just using an array formation to find a coincidence.”

Ling'e blinked. “Mysterious Technique?”

“Here.” Li Changshou handed a jade token over. “It's a gift from the Lady of Earth. There are some notes in it. You don't have to cultivate. Just take a look.”

Ling'e asked softly, “Senior Brother, is it because my potential is too poor that I can't cultivate?”

“No, this cultivation technique needs to suffer a little. It's not very useful to you,” Li Changshou said. “Moreover, if you don't control it well, it will change… Lingli's figure.”

Lingle's slender hand trembled and she stuffed the jade token back into Li Changshou's hand. She immediately took three steps back and cupped her fists at Li Changshou.

“Farewell, there's no need. Thank you, Senior Brother!”

Li Changshou smiled and did not say anything. He put away the jade talisman that he had prepared for Yang Jian and said, “Call Lingli over.”

After saying that, he floated back to the Pill Chamber with his hands behind his back. He was prepared to start refining spirit pills that could strengthen his body.

Not long after, Ling'e rushed over with Xiong Lingli. Li Changshou asked Xiong Lingli a simple question.

“Do you want to become stronger?” Xiong Lingli nodded decisively. Her cute face was filled with anticipation.

“Cousin, I'm an idiot when it comes to cultivating the Primordial Dao. I can't understand many principles. I haven't become an immortal after so many years… Hehe, I haven't been able to really abstain from eating. I'm sorry.”

Li Changshou stopped working and took out a wine pot. He smiled and said, “You originally have the bloodline of the Magi. Now that you have cultivated the Daoist techniques for a long time, it has indeed proven that you can't walk this path.”

Xiong Lingli sighed in disappointment.

Ling'e hurriedly said, “Aunt-Master Lingli, don't be anxious. Senior Brother must have a way to help you increase your strength.”

“That's right.” Li Changshou pushed the wine jar in his hand over with his immortal power. “Half a drop of the power of the witch's essence blood has been dissolved in here. It's the most stable and gentle essence blood of the Earth. I have deduced that this is the limit that you can bear. Next, drink this wine every month and cultivate this cultivation technique.”

As he spoke, Li Changshou took out two portraits from his sleeve and spread them out in front of Xiong Lingli.

“In order to make it easier for you to comprehend, I made the circulation path of the Dharma powers in my body and various cultivation techniques into paintings. Can you understand them?”

Xiong Lingli nodded heavily, her eyes filled with excitement.

Hence, decades later…

It had only been three to four months since the Dao Ancestor had decided that the six Saints would go to the Purple Cloud Palace to discuss the God Conferment.

Li Changshou had been cultivating peacefully in the mountains for the past few decades. That made Ling'e very happy…

That day, Li Changshou ended the research phase of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art and officially came out of seclusion. He found Ling'e, who had just finished comprehending the Dao, by the lake and instructed her not to go out. He had something to do and had to go out.

The corners of Ling'e's mouth twitched slightly as she muttered, “Senior Brother, what you should be worried about now is not me going out, but someone coming to our Little Qiong Peak.”

“Ah, you're right.”

Li Changshou sighed softly and looked at the “mountain” that had appeared at some point.

“Huh?”

Sensing Li Changshou's gaze, the mountain peak that was thousands of feet tall slowly twisted, revealing a huge “cute face”. Xiong Lingli! She, who was squatting on the ground, raised her thousands of feet long and extremely thick arm and shook it slightly at Li Changshou.

A thunderous “booing” exploded by the lake, causing waves on the water surface. “Cousin! You're out!”

Ling'e could not help but support her forehead with one hand. Li Changshou felt relieved.

Fortunately, under the effect of the witch's blood essence, that fellow no longer needed to eat. Otherwise, the Little Qiong Peak would have gone bankrupt a few years ago!

Li Changshou asked loudly, “How have you been recently?”

“I've become stronger and stronger!”

Xiong Lingli's face was filled with joy. She said in detail, “Didn't you say that you want me to be the gatekeeper of the Heavenly Courts? When are we going over?”.

“I'm just waiting for you to cultivate the transformation technique.” Li Changshou put his hands in his sleeves and admired Xiong Lingli's majestic figure.

Tsk, another fierce general.

Chapter end