latelenovela Chapter 356 Zhen Yuanzi Knows the Primordial Purple Qi
Chapter 356 Zhen Yuanzi Knows the Primordial Purple Qi
The Bright Moon Boy received the order.
As I stepped out of the main hall, I brushed past Qingfeng, who had returned from the back hall earlier.
Qingfeng, beaming with joy, extended the tray to Yang Jiao.
"Little Ancestor, lift it up and take a look."
Yang Jiao looked over and saw that Qingfeng was holding something in his hand, covered by a red silk cloth. It had an indented and undulating outline and looked like the shape of a jade ruyi.
With a puzzled look, she pinched one corner and lifted it up.
On it lay a long, red-gold handle, about two feet long and as thick as a finger.
Yang Jiao thought for a moment and immediately knew what it was, and happily said:
"A metal cudgel?"
A special metal mallet used to knock down ginseng fruits.
Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and gestured with his chin towards the towering ginseng fruit tree outside the hall:
"Go ahead, take a lot with you."
"Thank you, Uncle!"
Yang Jiao did not refuse, mainly because the mosquito Taoist standing next to her was already intoxicated by the fragrance of the ginseng fruit.
The sound of continuous swallowing echoed in her ears.
Yang Jiao picked up the golden mallet and ran out.
Zhen Yuanzi watched her retreating figure thoughtfully.
The breeze murmured beside him:
"He has the same personality as Ancestor Hongyun."
Before the demise of the Old Ancestor Hongyun, the first thing he would look for whenever he arrived at Wuzhuang Temple was the Golden Cudgel. Once he got his hands on it, he would run faster than the current Little Ancestor.
Yang Jiao stood under the fruit tree, its canopy so large that it covered half the courtyard in shade. She looked at the branches and lightly leaped up.
"That one, hit that one." Mosquito Taoist stood under the tree, so anxious he wished he could go up and hit it himself. He pointed to the one to the east and called out to Yang Jiao, "That one is big."
If it weren't for the fact that Zhen Yuanzi was capable of beating up the Styx Ancestor, she would have already climbed the tree.
But the mosquitoes dare not.
Zhen Yuanzi is even better at swatting mosquitoes than the Grand Master Xuandu.
So far, even the Styx Ancestor has never managed to photograph himself, so the Xuandu Grand Master has become the benchmark by which Mosquito Daoist measures whether or not he can photograph himself.
Yang Jiao looked in the direction the Mosquito Taoist was pointing, and the golden mallet in her hand just touched the ginseng fruit.
With a slight rustling sound, the fruit, which resembled a curled-up baby, fell to the ground.
It fell into the arms of the Mosquito Taoist with a plop.
This was the second time Mosquito Taoist had eaten ginseng fruit since following Yang Jiao.
Last time, he only obtained it because he was corroded by the venom of the Nine-Headed Willow. Mosquito Taoist took a bite out of nostalgia, cracked open the peel with his teeth, and squeezed the juice out.
She suddenly jolted awake, her eyes widening.
It seems... the mosquito is about to break through...
Mosquito Daoist dared not bite again. She was a ferocious beast born from the Blood Sea, and it was safest to break through her cultivation realm in the Blood Sea, which was like a natural barrier.
Yang Jiao was unaware of this at the time.
I picked one and laid it on the treetop. The sunlight dappled my dress, and the gentle breeze couldn't blow away those tiny points of light.
Take a big bite.
Half of the ginseng fruit was missing.
The sweet juice flowed down her throat, and she could clearly feel it sliding down her body. Yang Jiao was about to take a second bite.
He suddenly paused, a look of pain appearing on his face.
The ginseng fruit he hadn't finished eating fell to the ground and vanished instantly.
An unrestrained, unrestrained spiritual energy emanated from her, blowing her skirt open like a profusion of blooming flowers.
The ginseng fruit on the tree was jolted and began to sway.
Inside the hall.
Zhen Yuanzi's lowered eyes snapped open instantly, and he vanished from the spot.
When it reappeared, it was already standing on a fruit tree.
Before he could even take the whisk, he swirled spiritual energy in his palm, which entered Yang Jiao's spiritual platform and suppressed the overwhelming spiritual energy.
However, Zhen Yuanzi's expression turned solemn. He frowned, looked at her, and asked in a deep voice:
"What does it mean to suppress one's cultivation level?"
In the Three Realms, everyone diligently cultivates in order to make progress in their cultivation, but Yang Jiao seals all that spiritual energy within his body.
What an incredibly audacious act! Aren't they afraid of being overwhelmed by spiritual energy and dying?
Zhen Yuanzi's face was grim.
Thanks to Zhen Yuanzi's intervention, the spiritual energy within Yang Jiao's body became more docile, and her tightly furrowed brows relaxed.
"I don't want my cultivation to progress too quickly."
When the three flowers gather at the top of the head, what she wants is not essence, energy, or spirit.
If one breaks through, one will cultivate what is below the Heavenly Dao.
Even if one becomes a saint, one will only be a saint of the Heavenly Dao.
Seeing her lowered eyes, as if unwilling to speak, Zhen Yuanzi sat beside her, a hint of disappointment showing on his white-haired, youthful face.
"You don't trust your uncle?"
"As I just said, I will protect you no matter what."
Aside from the Tongtian Sect Leader, with whom he needed to cooperate, and the Supreme Lord Laozi, who knew about it himself with his immense power, Yang Jiao had not even told his mother, Yao Ji, about this matter, nor did the other sworn brothers know about it.
Zhen Yuanzi...
"uncle."
Yang Jiao suddenly called out:
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's that I don't want to drag you into this."
Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi's displeasure faded, replaced by an aura of dignified superiority.
"Please feel free to speak."
Yang Jiao remained silent.
After a long while, he smiled with relief, gently placed Zhen Yuanzi's hand on his forehead, and activated the energy within his body.
Take a breath.
Two breaths.
Zhen Yuanzi suddenly recoiled as if he had been stung, hastily withdrawing his hand. His calm demeanor vanished, replaced by constricted pupils.
Yang Jiao knew that even sages coveted the Primordial Purple Qi. She knew that Zhen Yuanzi wouldn't be able to seize it, but it was normal for her uncle to have concerns.
The biggest regret is that he lost his uncle-nephew relationship with Zhen Yuanzi because of this.
She lowered her head, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.
At that moment, the person beside him suddenly burst into a joyful voice as loud as a bell:
"Excellent! As expected of my niece!"
"what?"
Yang Jiao looked up.
All that could be seen was a look of surprise on Zhen Yuanzi's face, his beard bristling with excitement, as he clapped his hands repeatedly and exclaimed:
"Good! Good, Yang Jiao."
A hint of warmth flickered in his eyes.
Looking up at the sky, a figure flashed through my mind.
Hongyun, look! The little girl you found now possesses primordial purple energy.
I failed to protect you before, but now that the opportunity has come again, I will risk my life to protect Yang Jiao, even if it means carrying the Earth Book.
"Uncle, are you... alright? This is Primordial Purple Qi."
Yang Jiao moved closer to Zhen Yuanzi, who seemed unconcerned, and reminded him again:
"The Primordial Purple Qi, the last one, there is only this one in the Three Realms."
"How could I not know? My dear niece, with your uncle here, you will surely become a saint."
Zhen Yuanzi glanced at Yang Jiao, his affection for her growing even stronger. He could also steal a glance towards the Heavenly Court, unable to suppress his jealousy.
This is his own niece! His own daughter!
After thinking it over, he waved his hand and set up a barrier around the ginseng fruit tree. The array, which was based on the innate spiritual root, could block all prying eyes and eavesdropping.
Zhen Yuanzi looked at Yang Jiao, unable to contain his excitement, and asked:
Tell me your plans.