Chapter 11

Brother, is this a breakthrough? Isn't this about to ascend to Great Luo Golden Immortal?!

Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the ground, fully circulating the Nine Turns Mysterious Technique, three flowers gathered at the crown—this is the sign of ascending to Great Luo Golden Immortal!

First came the nurturing of the Heavenly Flower; a white flower bud condensed atop Yang Jian's head, and as magical power continuously poured in, the Heavenly Flower began to grow petals.

One petal, two petals... nine petals!

As the number of petals kept increasing, the required magical power grew ever greater, yet Yang Jian was not satisfied!

Gritting his teeth, he increased the intensity of his circulation by a notch.

"Condense for me!"

Yang Jian roared inwardly, and under the utmost operation of the technique, the radiant, lustrous Heavenly Flower finally began to slowly form the tenth petal!

Ten-Grade Celestial Blossom!

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief; the Ten-Grade Celestial Blossom was already of exceptionally high quality—many ancient sages only ever achieved Nine-Grade Celestial Blossom.

The Heavenly Flower faded, and a black flower bud appeared, one petal, two petals...

Suddenly Yang Jian's face stiffened—oh no, forcing the Ten-Grade Celestial Blossom had consumed too much; now he was running out of strength.

However, a flash of resolve crossed Yang Jian's eyes; in the next moment, one spiritual treasure after another appeared before him.

Though he was skilled in using the three-pointed double-edged blade, as the foremost of the Third Generation of the Chan Sect, how could he lack magical treasures?

Still, compared to magical treasures, he placed greater faith in his own strength!

With a sweeping gesture, a spiritual treasure instantly exploded, and all its energy was poured into his body!

Six petals!

Not yet finished—only the sound of bang, bang, bang was heard as one spiritual treasure after another exploded.

Eight petals! The Earth Flower is complete!

Yet Yang Jian felt not the slightest joy, but rather utter despair—one misstep, then another; he now lacked even the strength to condense the Human Flower's bud.

Could it be that all his efforts were in vain?!

He now had not a trace of magical power left, fundamentally unable to protect himself; the backlash from failing to ascend to Great Luo Golden Immortal might even wound his true self.

By then, it wouldn't just be a matter of realm decline—his cultivation would struggle to advance even a fraction.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, determined to force out every ounce of strength, even if only to condense the Human Flower's bud.

What was originally an easy task had become a luxury.

And the six Mei Shan brothers who had just left were also startled, all returning—only Xiao Tian, who had gone off to who-knows-where to have fun, was absent; after all, spring had arrived.

After learning the situation from Yang Chan, the six felt both joy and worry—this was truly too hasty.

Without further ado, the six immediately took formation, positioning themselves around the manor to guard Yang Jian's Dharma, but they did not know his current desperate plight.

But just as Yang Jian's heart turned to ash and the Human Flower began to dissipate, an anomaly occurred!

"Ding, Yang Jian of Erlang Shen, having consumed beef noodles, broke through the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm—would you like to obtain the ascension insights of Great Luo Golden Immortal?"

Chen Nuo was leisurely enjoying himself at the counter when the system's voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Yang Jian?"

Chen Nuo startled—how did Yang Jian get his beef noodles? Clearly, his beef noodles had been taken away by a girl in a to-go pack!

No!

Chen Nuo furrowed his brow, recalling the girl's words about bringing a portion for his brother—if his brother was Yang Jian, then the girl would hardly be the famed Holy Mother Yang Chan in the future?

Immediately, Chen Nuo chuckled—this difference in talent and fortune was obvious: Yang Chan ate and nothing happened, but Yang Jian, after eating, directly became a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Though it wasn't a divine ability, the insights of a Great Luo Golden Immortal were, grudgingly, acceptable.

"Accept." Chen Nuo murmured.

Memories surged in—Yang Jian's breakthrough scene was vividly before his eyes.

After absorbing the memories, Chen Nuo smiled helplessly—this Yang Jian was truly a blockhead, didn't he know his own background? How dare he attempt the Ten-Grade Celestial Blossom.

If not for this bowl of beef noodles, his cultivation would likely have dropped to Golden Immortal level!

Still, this was a risky move, and he turned misfortune into blessing.

As Chen Nuo was about to rest, the system's voice rang out once more.

"Ding, Yang Jian of Erlang Shen, having consumed beef noodles, obtained the divine ability One Thought Slash—would you like to synchronize and obtain it?"

Above the heavens, Arhat Guardian Body, Jieti Opens the Path, and at the forefront, a figure wearing a precious crown with ears hanging to the shoulders.

Cloaked in a monk's robe radiating brilliance, eyes closed in sutra chanting, Buddhist sounds vast and mighty, holding aloft the Dragon Treasure Staff, awe-inspiring and formidable.

"To which realm of the Underworld have we come?" Lingji ceased chanting and spoke.

Silver-Headed Prajna approached respectfully, saying: "Reporting to the Bodhisattva, we have already arrived at Guanjiangkou."

"Bodhisattva, shall we still conduct the search?"

Upon hearing, Lingji said lightly: "Why not search?"

Silver-Headed Prajna hesitated: "That Erlang Shen Yang Jian is the Jade Emperor's nephew, and his cultivation is at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and moreover, he is a disciple of the Chan Sect—truly, should we search?"

"So what? The flourishing of my Buddhist Sect is heavenly ordained—who dares obstruct? Even the Jade Emperor has compromised with our Buddhist Sect for three days, hasn't he?"

Lingji let out a cold snort, disdainful.

In the Investiture of the Gods, no matter how radiant you are, you're merely a minor Taiyi Golden Immortal—how could you compare to a Great Luo Golden Immortal?

Silver-Headed Prajna truly did not wish to face this famed War God of the Three Realms, yet he dared not disobey Lingji's orders.

Arriving above Guanjiangkou, Silver-Headed Prajna shouted loudly: "Is Manifest Saint True Lord Yang Jian present? We come by the Buddha's decree to search for the Monkey King—may we not be obstructed!"

The voice echoed through every corner of Guanjiangkou; the Mei Shan brothers heard it, their brows furrowed tightly.

This Buddhist arrival—truly not the right time.

Kang Anyu rose and said: "Brothers, first guard the eldest brother's Dharma—I'll go negotiate."

Having spoken, he leapt up; meanwhile, Yang Chan, standing nearby, began to ponder: Monkey?

She saw a monkey inside that wonderful restaurant today.

"My elder brother has important matters to attend to, so it's inconvenient. May I ask you all to come another day?" Kang Anyu clasped his hands and spoke gently.

Now, at this critical moment of breakthrough, he absolutely cannot be disturbed.

"Almsgiving Monk Lingji, I have met you, Facility. We come by the Buddha's decree, and I ask for your convenience."

Before the Silver-headed Prajna could speak, Lingji descended from Yun Duan, smiling as he spoke.

Lingji Bodhisattva!

Kang Anyu's pupils contracted. As one of the few renowned Bodhisattvas in the Buddhist Sect, how could he not recognize him?

This is a Great Luo Golden Immortal!

Kang Anyu broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. He naturally knew the Buddhist Sect had recently been searching for a monkey, and he had thought this visit was merely by Arhats or the like, which would still give him some confidence, but who would have thought it was actually Lingji who came!

He is merely a minor Golden Immortal, not even worthy of being called a plate of dishes.

"Facility, please rest assured. We only wish to conduct a brief search." Seeing Kang Anyu's wary expression, Lingji spoke lightly.

Seeing Lingji resolutely determined to search, Kang Anyu felt a hesitation in his heart. Why not let them search?

Just as he was about to agree, he suddenly thought of something, his expression changing instantly. "Sorry, without my elder brother's permission, I have no authority to decide!"

What status does his elder brother hold? The foremost of the Third Generation of the Chan Sect, a Xuánmén Disciple with proper roots and red sprouts. If he were to yield, allowing the Buddhist Sect to succeed, would it not be equivalent to letting the Buddhist Sect strike the Xuánmén hard with a slap?