Chapter 50

Wherever he passed, not a single cloud remained.

The originally mist-shrouded heavenly palace instantly revealed itself, devoid of mystery.

At the moment Tongtian made his move, all the great powers of the Three Realms sensed this astonishing energy.

Yudi Haotian stared at the hall drained of immortal qi, somewhat dazed; after mentally replaying the scene, he was utterly astonished.

How could it be...

Even the Tathagata, who had been seated in meditation in the Great Thunder Sound Temple of the Western Heaven, broke out in a cold sweat—how could it possibly be Master striking!

Not only him, but all the great powers were shocked.

This heaven-shaking, earth-rending sword strike—Tongtian never intended to leave even a trace of abnormality; otherwise, no matter how they deduced, they could never uncover the trace of the Qingcheng Holy Person.

Just as they racked their brains trying to guess what Tongtian wanted to do, between heaven and earth, a voice rang out—extremely carefree and unrestrained, yet not losing its domineering aura.

"This seat, moved by the suffering of my disciples, re-establishes the Jie Sect, wishing to recreate a thread of life for all beings of my Jie Sect—Holy Person does not fall, the Jie Sect does not perish!"

With this single sentence, besides the mortal realm, all demons and immortals heard it crystal clear.

Re-establish the Jie Sect?!

For a moment, most people had no reaction, but some instantly understood!

Master!

All demons and immortals still identifying as followers of the Jie Sect had tears welling in their eyes—this voice, this very voice, was exactly the one they had long awaited!

"Holy Person does not fall, the Jie Sect does not perish!" In the Heavenly Court's Battle Department manor, Doumu Yuanjun, Holy Mother Jin Ling, murmured the Master's words, then smiled faintly.

Indeed, even though the Master had been defeated, he did not let them down!

Zhao Gongming, who had originally been drinking heavily with Wen Zhong, instantly froze, his eye sockets slightly reddened, then burst into loud laughter to the heavens.

"Haha, I said today is a good day for drinking, Junior Nephew, you still don't believe me!"

"Come, let us drink to celebrate the indestructibility of the Jie Sect—bottoms up!"

Wen Zhong opposite also laughed with joy, proactively picking up the wine pot to pour himself a cup, still muttering: "It's not because Uncle Master loves drink, drinking every day."

In the dojos of Manjusri and Samantabhadra, the green lion and white elephant unconsciously looked toward the sky, their eyes filled with excitement and joy.

Holy Person does not fall, the Jie Sect does not perish!

Call out to him, still not abandoning them!

Having swung this sword, Tongtian smacked his lips, as if savoring the lingering fragrance of peach blossom brew, then spoke: "From today onward, my disciple Yunxiao shall act as sect master of the Jie Sect!"

"Elder Sister was rescued by the Master?!" Qiong Xiao and Bixiao, who had originally been celebrating the Jie Sect, felt even more joy in their hearts.

They naturally knew the elder sister had been suppressed by Grand Uncle Lu at the Qilin Cliff of Kunlun Mountain; they had even joined Zhao Gongming's senior brother multiple times in rescue attempts, but the seal personally set by the Holy Person—how could they possibly break it?

They had thought they could only wait until the elder sister's soul departed to the Yellow Springs and her mortal body was listed, before the three sisters could reunite again—never expecting the Master to have rescued her.

How wonderful!

But what Tongtian wants to announce is not only this.

"From today onward, this seat and the Supreme Tongtian have no remaining karmic ties or emotional bonds—I, Tongtian, am simply Tongtian, no longer one of the Three Purities!"

As the words fell, Tongtian felt no loss at all, but instead felt his heart extraordinarily light and refreshed.

It was as if the stone weighing on his heart had been suddenly moved aside.

Yet this sentence's impact on the Three Realms is hard to imagine—all demons and immortals were stunned, the Three Purities split, red flowers, white lotuses, green leaves—once the Three Purities were one family, now how could they...

The impact on the Daoist sect is immeasurable—even a single statue of the Three Purities, how to visit and worship it, has become a problem.

However, regarding this outcome, many great powers are not unable to understand.

They all know how terribly the Tongtian Holy Person was schemed against by the other two Pure Ones during the Fèngshén Calamity—brothers scheming against each other left no room for mercy,

and it's no wonder.

If it were them, they would likely make the same choice.

Tongtian then lowered his head, gazing deeply toward the Chaos Residence at Lingtai Fangcun Mountain—this favor, he, Tongtian, will never forget in a lifetime.

Immediately, he laughed and shook his head, thinking: What's the point of overthinking? When I come back next time for a drink, it'll be settled!

"Haha, this matter is settled, this seat takes its leave!"

Tongtian laughed loudly, his form flickered, and his aura vanished among the Three Realms.

"Respectfully seeing off the Master (Sect Master) (Grand Ancestor)!" For a moment, all disciples who still considered themselves followers of the Jie Sect knelt and paid homage.

Only the Tathagata and the Dingguang Joyful Buddha felt somewhat restless.

"People have left, why aren't you getting up?" Chen Nuo looked at Yunxiao and the Ox Demon King still kneeling in place and said lightly.

The Ox Demon King stood up, patted the dust from his legs, Yunxiao hesitated slightly, but ultimately rose as well.

"Yunxiao, go to the backyard and pick peach blossoms for me!" Tongtian, this fellow, took all the peach blossom brew—now we must start brewing again.

"You!" A quasi-saint being ordered around like this—though Yunxiao is gentle by nature, she also felt somewhat angry.

Just as she was about to speak, the Ox Demon King tugged her sleeve to stop her, and she muttered a few words under her breath.

After the Ox Demon King finished speaking, the shame and anger in Yunxiao's eyes vanished, replaced by shock and a hint of suspicion.

"Good!" Her voice like a secluded orchid, Yunxiao lightly nodded and walked toward the rear.

Pushing open the door, upon clearly seeing the backyard, Yunxiao froze.

This is... a flat peach?!

Yunxiao gaped, utterly incredulous—how could there be flat peaches here!

As one of Tongtian's direct disciples, she naturally knows the origin of this flat peach—it is the innate spiritual root bestowed by the Dao Ancestor upon the Queen Mother, and she has also been taught professional cultivation techniques.

Although there are plenty of innate spiritual root flat peach trees, in the Three Realms only the Queen Mother's place has them; ordinary immortals simply do not cultivate them.

Making her unable to discern any cultivation level, even the Master's extremely reverent attitude, the miraculous effect of the dish in Xiao Kui's mouth, and this entire garden of flat peaches.

Just what kind of divine being is this shopkeeper?

Yunxiao exhaled deeply, trying to calm herself.

Slender bare hands gently forming the immortal law, the blossoming peach petals softly fell, drawn to swirl around Yunxiao.

Graceful and gentle, peerless among flowers, even Chang'e the immortal of the Three Realms would be no better than this.

Yunxiao saw those plump flat peaches, yet she had no stray thoughts, for she was never one given to greed, and flat peaches were nothing she had not eaten before—just so-so.

Placing the petals into the small basket beside her, Yunxiao lifted her bare hands lightly.

"Shopkeeper, I've picked them—what should I do with them?" Yunxiao asked, puzzled.

"Make Peach Blossom Brew." Chen Nuo replied while he and the two demons began to busy themselves.

"Peach Blossom Brew?" Yunxiao was somewhat confused.

"It's just wine made from false peach blossoms."

Yunxiao nodded, suddenly understanding—no wonder she had smelled a blend of peach blossom and wine upon entering the shop.

So it was peach blossom wine.

Originally she did not drink alcohol, but this wine's fragrance penetrated heart and spleen, and inexplicably she wanted to try it.

"Shopkeeper, do you still have that wine? May I have a taste? I would also be willing to exchange spirit treasures." Yunxiao pondered for a moment, then asked.

Though she knew this was not proper, the flavor was simply too exquisite, and even her Master had not hesitated to exchange spirit treasures before leaving—clearly it was no ordinary brew.

"No exchange, unless it's silver thousand taels per bottle." Chen Nuo did not turn back, speaking lightly.