Chapter 158: with translation of chapter title

The Yaochi Saintess stopped short, her side was shocked, she could not believe it, and for a long time she could not recover her senses.

She looked toward the Queen Mother of the West, who was extremely dignified, maintaining her usual smile, without refuting, obviously she had long known.

"You... you really are an imperial son!"

After receiving the accurate answer, the Yaochi Saintess's bright eyes flickered, her smile very gentle, her beauty flawless, making one feel like basking in a spring breeze.

"Not just an imperial son, clearly the imperial son among imperial sons!"

The big black dog shouted, then immediately recalled something, instantly wearing a look of indignation.

"If we're really talking, only an ordinary imperial son is qualified to be Yang Zhu's opponent; that previous damned Wang Teng, thinking he had obtained the inheritance of the Ancient Great Emperor, also dared to be arrogant?"

"Damn it, that waste of a false emperor—his physique, bloodline, inheritance, talent—none of them can compare to Yang Zhu; cutting him down in five moves would be giving him credit, if I weren't bored I'd kill him with one move!"

The big black dog cursed, feeling deep contempt and scorn for Wang Teng's previous arrogance, swearing nonstop.

If it weren't for his own insufficient strength, he would have wanted to smash Wang Teng's head with a single paw.

"Little Black, take this opportunity to cultivate well."

Now the holy lake has been purified; the spiritual energy here is several times that of the outside world, very suitable for cultivation.

"Good!"

Hearing that, the Black Emperor finally shut his mouth, returned to the lakeside, and instantly his demonic aura surged to the heavens, like a great demon awakening.

Rolling demonic aura rose and condensed into a huge dog head, comparable to a mountain, majestic; opening its mouth to inhale, it instantly erupted with terrifying devouring power, causing a tremor between heaven and earth.

The pure energy aura of this place was drawn by him, transforming into an energy river, like a whale swallowing and a cow inhaling, and was gulped down in one mouthful.

"You are actually the Primordial Imperial Son; can you also wield the Primordial Bell?" the Yaochi Saintess said.

"Yes."

Yang Zhu nodded; that was his father's imperial armament, which he could naturally use at will, and moreover the Primordial Bell transcended the scope of ordinary imperial armaments.

Looking across ancient and modern times, the imperial armaments comparable to it can be counted on one hand.

As long as he wishes, the Primordial Bell can instantly traverse the void to his side for his use.

"Five imperial armaments..."

The Yaochi Saintess was speechless; if the outside world learned of this, it would surely shock the whole world.

Gazing across the Eastern Wasteland, intact imperial armaments are few enough to count on one hand, yet Yang Zhu alone possesses five.

"Five?"

The Queen Mother of the West was incredulous; regarding the Primordial Bell and the Xi Huang Ta she was not surprised, yet she did not know of the existence of the other three.

"There's also the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Pot, the Golden War Spear, and the Slaying Immortal Formation Diagram." the Yaochi Saintess briefly introduced.

After hearing that, the Queen Mother of the West was momentarily speechless; her heart could no longer be described as merely shocked.

Even as powerful as several major holy lands and ancient clans, at most they each master only one imperial armament.

Furthermore, not every power possesses one; for example, the Purple Mansion and the Dao One Holy Land have never produced a great emperor, so naturally they do not lack imperial armaments as a foundation.

"Right, I have something to give you."

Saying this, Yang Zhu took out a scroll of ancient scripture, bearing the three large characters "Western Emperor Scripture", the brushwork flowing and sharp, containing the rhyme of the Dao, quite extraordinary.

The Western Emperor Scripture sparkled crystal clear, its surface veiled by a layer of green mist, hazy and mysterious.

"The Western Emperor Scripture originally..."

The Queen Mother of the West's face changed drastically, unusually solemn and reverent, her body trembling uncontrollably, a rare loss of composure. "Many... many thanks, Imperial Son!"

Without any hesitation, the Queen Mother of the West knelt down, trembling as she extended both hands, carefully receiving the great emperor's ancient scripture; this is Yaochi's flawless treasure!

Actually, what Yaochi now possesses is only a copied scripture; although normal cultivation has no defect, it lacks the final few cycles of the forbidden scriptures.

The successive Queen Mothers of Yaochi also do not know where the original scroll went; wanting to retrieve it, they have had no clue, which is indeed a great regret, yet they have never given up searching.

Out of her status, the Yaochi Saintess should also have knelt, but just as she was about to bend, Yang Zhu grabbed her.

"Yue'er, you need not do this." Yang Zhu shook his head, then said: "Queen Mother, please rise."

"Thank you, Imperial Son."

The Queen Mother of the West's eyes reddened, her fingers lightly rubbing the Western Emperor Scripture; after tens of thousands of years, it has finally returned to Yaochi's hands—how could she not be moved? "Back then, my grandfather erupted in achieving the Saint Body, the time unknown; my father came to suppress, and then took the Western Emperor Scripture away, seeking a method to resurrect our parents..."

Yang Zhu related to the two a hitherto unknown story; a major purpose of his coming this time was to return the scripture.

Although the Western Emperor Scripture rightfully belongs to him, since he has already cultivated and mastered it, he ought to entrust it to Yaochi for safekeeping.

"The final few cycles of the forbidden scriptures, besides a Dao Embryo physique, or if someone's cultivation reaches the Saint realm, can they attempt to practice; otherwise they are prone to backlash."

Afterward, Yang Zhu additionally explained a few points; the Queen Mother of the West naturally had no objection, nodding in agreement to each.

"Haha, this emperor has achieved perfection in the four extremes!"

Two days later, the big black dog finally emerged from cultivation, slipping over to Yang Zhu's side with an utterly harmless expression.

The Black Emperor had a square head and big ears, stout like a calf, his black fur as smooth as silk, glossy and shining, exceptionally well kept.

"Good, when the time comes I'll find an opportunity to help you break through to the Dragon Transformation."

Yang Zhu stroked his fur, nodded satisfied, and casually gave him a divine source the size of a human head.

In others' eyes, the Black Emperor might be greedy and crafty, utterly detestable, with a lecherous face that makes people's teeth itch.

But in Yang Zhu's eyes, he is both pet and companion, sincerely beyond doubt! "Although the Black Emperor is unreliable before outsiders, he is very special to you."

The Yaochi Saintess looked at the Black Emperor, couldn't help reaching out to gently stroke him; instantly she was amazed by the smoothness of his fur, for a moment reluctant to let go.

Regarding this, the Black Emperor didn't mind; if it were someone else, he'd retort with a deadly silence! "There's movement."

Yang Zhu nodded slightly, then felt something, and couldn't help gazing in a certain direction.

"Brother Yang, the poor Daoist has arrived!"

In the distance, a plump Daoist wielding purple-gold divine metal, upon seeing several people, excitedly quickened his pace to approach.

"Daoist... how did you find us?"

Seeing the scoundrel Daoist, Yang Zhu couldn't help frowning, curious how this fellow had found this place: "I previously gave the Black Emperor a jade slip; once I sensed you had emerged and crushed it, the poor Daoist could follow the sensation to come here."

Following Yang Zhu, Duan De had seen quite a bit of the world and gained many benefits and treasures; he was determined to stay by Yang Zhu's side.

Damn it, the Daoist Priest said up there he couldn't find you guys, and I wore myself out digging.

Duan De muttered, following the jade slip's directions to the spot, but all he saw was a red plain; yet he was exceedingly clever and immediately began digging down.

Huh? This place is extraordinary—its terrain is surprisingly magnificent and lofty; at the very least it could become the holy ground for founding a great sect.

He weighed it left and right, and at a glance saw that this place was extraordinary; his eyes lit up instantly.

(End of chapter)