Chapter 120: A Contrast (Please Subscribe!)

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Seeing these two little fellows in such a state, Hong Yun naturally thought of his own family’s Nearwater Remote Mountain. No matter how he looked at it, these two seemed even more clever and lively. He raised his hand and gently tapped each of their heads, without revealing that this was a protective measure he had bestowed—capable of withstanding a full-strength strike from a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

He only chuckled softly and shook his head, a hint of peculiarity in his tone:

“All right, all right. Even if I don’t have to think about it, you two little rascals wouldn’t say much to please me anyway.

If there’s truly something you want to ask of your two masters, now that I’m in a good mood, why not speak up quickly?”

Huh?

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng and Mingyue were momentarily stunned, unsure of how to respond.

They exchanged glances for a while before Mingyue timidly spoke, not daring to raise her eyes to Zhen Yuanzi or Hong Yun:

“Second Masters, now we just follow Master around, eating and sleeping, so there’s little to ask… it’s just… Mingyue and Qingfeng are a bit homesick for Nearwater Remote Mountain…”

…

Hong Yun was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then understanding dawned. He glanced at Zhen Yuanzi, who appeared to be acting entirely on his own whim. After some thought, Hong Yun said:

“This matter… I’ll have to think it over a bit more. Ahem, but it’s not impossible. However, Master is a bit thirsty right now.”

Ah?

Qingfeng and Mingyue’s thoughts wavered with Hong Yun’s words, leaving them somewhat dazed. Qingfeng then got up and went to pour tea for Hong Yun.

After serving the tea, they still looked up at Hong Yun with hopeful eyes.

“Can’t you two see that Brother Hong Yun has already agreed and is just teasing you?”

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the scene and laughed while scolding them:

“Have you forgotten my orders? Go and fetch some fruit quickly. If you’re slow, I’ll punish you by making you count leaves.”

Hmm?

Qingfeng and Mingyue blinked and then exchanged a glance before dashing out, soon followed by cheers from afar.

…

Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi didn’t linger long in the hall, chatting casually. Once the fruit was brought, the two moved to a quiet chamber.

“Brother Hong Yun.”

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After each had eaten three or so ginseng fruits, Zhen Yuanzi released the floating dust from his hand. His countless strands of dark hair fell, sealing off the entire space. His expression grew solemn:

“Five thousand years ago, you came here in haste due to urgent matters… Do you require my assistance with anything?”

Hong Yun’s expression tightened slightly. Naturally, he knew only five thousand years had passed—a mere blink of an eye in the grand scheme.

After considering the question, he began to recount his journey to the Three Pure Ones’ abode after his departure.

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi listen attentively, Hong Yun suddenly recalled something. He untied the gourd at his waist and lightly tapped it. Red silk unfurled, exuding an extraordinary aura:

“This is the gourd I and my Dao brother obtained beneath Mount Buzhou. After refining it personally, it has become a supreme innate spiritual treasure with fifty-eight seals. Any ordinary Great Luo who passes through the red sand inside would either become undead or crippled.

Moreover, I nurtured it with a sword technique from a Daoist of the Supreme Clarity, gradually making it my own. This gourd is called the Everlasting Hong Yun Soul-Scattering Gourd. What do you think?”

Unexpectedly, Zhen Yuanzi said, “The Three Pure Ones are indeed remarkable. I had thought he only valued the orthodox Pangu teachings but never imagined such a sense of righteousness. Quite profound.”

He then flicked the gourd lightly, seeing it sway with abundant spiritual energy. Not wanting to judge prematurely, he smiled and said:

“This treasure is quite good, though the name is a bit much—provoking trouble, I’d say.

But it’s fortunate I hold the Earth Book, which cannot be overcome easily. Fifty-eight seals are no small matter.”

“I know, Brother Zhen Yuanzi, you possess the Earth Book jade scroll, a top-tier defensive treasure across the Ten Earths and Nine Heavens.”

Hong Yun spoke plainly, comparing their disparities in his mind:

Just in terms of treasures, he held two supreme innate spiritual treasures each with forty-nine seals, one with fifty-eight seals, and an incomplete innate supreme treasure with seventy-six seals, plus an innate spiritual root—a bitter bamboo—though not yet exposed.

Additionally, his apparel bore spiritual treasures with twenty to thirty seals, which were less prestigious.

In contrast, Zhen Yuanzi’s Dao robe, floating dust, purple-gold crown, and jade silk belt were all supreme innate treasures, no less splendid than Hong Yun’s mysterious red cloud Dao robe.

Along with a ginseng fruit tree with innate spiritual roots, an unrefined green-skinned gourd, a set of sword traps concealed around the Five Villages Temple, and a sacred plaque inscribed with the characters “Heaven and Earth” in the main hall—all exceptional artifacts.

Combined with Zhen Yuanzi’s Earth Book jade scroll, if Hong Yun were to tally his assets, they might be comparable, but in overt power, he was clearly inferior.

Sure enough, Zhen Yuanzi said:

“Indeed, your elder brother’s Earth Book has seventy-seven seals, a truly formidable innate defensive treasure.”

Well, that’s quite impressive.

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Hearing the number seventy-seven, Hong Yun was deeply amazed.

Yet he kept silent, estimating Zhen Yuanzi’s strength to be roughly on par with the Three Pure Ones.

Because he was untouchable.

Indeed, as long as this Dao brother remained in the Five Villages Temple and steadily cultivated to a quasi-Saint over two lectures, beneath the Saint realm, no one could harm him.

But when he thought of the Purple Cloud Palace’s second lecture, Hong Yun’s thoughts stirred, a complex meaning in his heart.

The concept of quasi-Saint and the path of cultivation lay here.

Once the “Slaying of the Three Corpses” spreads, who knows how many assemblies will be shaken and how many Great Luo Golden Immortals will fall.

If he merely waited quietly for the second lecture, it would be better to prepare some measures.

Hong Yun pondered this silently, refraining from speaking, and began to calculate the major events already unfolding in the Primordial Chaos.

Though the calamity had begun to veil the heavenly secrets, with the quasi-Saint not yet appearing, the most formidable beings in Heaven and Earth were still Great Luos like himself.

Although matters were vague, since things were not deliberately hidden in Primordial Chaos, he could glimpse one or two truths.

As for those who wished to conceal themselves, if they had Great Luo cultivation, Hong Yun could recognize them as kindred and would not speak much.

Taiyi Golden Immortals had already taken action to probe between the shamans and demons?

The Western Zhunti was now roaming turbulently throughout Primordial Chaos, acquiring many spiritual treasures, though supreme innate treasures remained rare.

The Fourth Prince of the Northern Sea Dragon Clan met a rare Hou and lost two souls, dragging down a Great Luo in the process?

…

Gradually, the grand situation of Primordial Chaos settled into his mind.

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