Chapter 85

"If your uncle wanted to kill me, would he still go to such trouble to suppress me?" Yao Ji asked softly.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian and Yang Chan also came to their senses.

Indeed, killing him outright would be the most effective way to intimidate.

"During the suppression, Mother wasn't in that much pain; she simply couldn't leave this Taoshan. Your uncle sends heavenly generals every day to bring her food."

"It's just that the entire Taoshan had already been set up with an Absorbing Spirit Grand Formation beforehand. Only by staying there long-term would it take effect. Even your uncle didn't notice it, and Mother didn't want to be a burden, so she stayed silent."

"Until you, Erlang, rescued Mother, my spiritual power had already dwindled to less than one-tenth. Forced into desperation, your uncle had no choice but to expose me to the scorching sun. Still, he didn't realize I was already a spent arrow."

"So you already know how it ended."

Yao Ji spoke calmly, as if she were merely a bystander.

A grand formation that even Haotian couldn't detect?!

Yang Jian's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately understood—Haotian is a late-stage Prepared Saint; only a few beings could hide from his perception.

Thinking back to what Mother said earlier—that Father was a Buddhist—everything suddenly became clear.

Yang Jian clenched his fists, his eyes filled with cold intent. Fortunately, he had gone all out when he previously fought Lingji.

"So, don't hold a grudge against your uncle; he also had his unavoidable difficulties."

Yang Jian felt a bit sullen, a flicker of awkwardness crossing his face: "Understood."

After all, we've been at odds for so long—expecting him to soften instantly is something he can't do.

But in his heart, Haotian's face wasn't quite so hateful anymore.

Suddenly, Yao Ji's soul became even more scattered.

"Mother!" Yang Jian and Yang Chan's faces changed, and they cried out in alarm.

Yao Ji smiled slightly, waved her hand, and said: "It's fine—I just expended a lot of energy coming out. I need to return to this magical artifact to rest and recuperate."

"Alright."

Yang Jian and Yang Chan said.

Although they wanted to keep talking with Mother, her soul had just barely recovered, so everything must be handled with care.

Yao Ji smiled slightly, then retreated back inside, falling into a deep sleep.

Yang Chan carefully put away the Lotus Lantern.

"You've worked hard." Looking at his somewhat exhausted little sister, Yang Jian spoke.

"It's nothing."

Yang Chan shook her head weakly and smiled: "Worth it!"

Yang Jian nodded, silent. Yeah, who would've thought the world actually has such miraculous divine abilities?

Thinking of the Four-Revolutions Golden Pill given by Taishang Laojun, Yang Jian quickly took one out and said: "Little sister, this is a Four-Revolutions Golden Pill—hurry and take it to restore your spiritual power first."

"Thank you, brother."

Yang Chan smiled as she accepted it, ate the Four-Revolutions Golden Pill, sat cross-legged, and began circulating her cultivation technique to restore her power.

As expected of Taishang Laojun's creation—just a Four-Revolutions Golden Pill, and its potent medicinal power instantly restored Yang Chan's cultivation to the Celestial Immortal level.

This is also why Yang Jian didn't directly give Yang Chan a Golden Core pill back then.

He reached out, extracted the excess medicinal power that Yang Chan couldn't absorb, and after a while completed the process—Yang Chan's state returned to full vigor.

"Little sister, come on—take me to that great being's dwelling you mentioned." Yang Jian felt a bit impatient.

This great being not only helped me achieve the status of Great Luo Golden Immortal but also bestowed upon little sister the method to resurrect Mother—truly, his kindness is as heavy as a mountain.

The two walked one after the other, left the shrine, and immediately collided with a limping Mei Shan Six Saints.

Yang Jian's face darkened instantly: "Who did this?!"

Someone actually dared to come to my Guanjiangkou and cause trouble!

Kang Anyu gritted his teeth through the pain, grimacing as he said: "It was Tianpeng!"

Then, everyone took turns speaking, recounting the full story of what happened.

After hearing Tianpeng say that even if he were present, things would still be the same, Yang Jian flew into a rage.

But he didn't act impulsively—he decided to let this matter slide for now. Once he meets his benefactor, he will naturally seek an explanation from Tianpeng.

"Is this the place?" Tianpeng pointed at the mountain ahead, turned his head, and asked.

"Of course!" Xiao Tian dog stretched his neck proudly and said: "You still don't believe my Million Smell Heavenly Spirit, Great Master?"

Tianpeng chuckled, said somewhat contemptuously: "I don't believe you!"

"If you give me the wrong direction again, I'll beat you to death with my rake!" Tianpeng glared fiercely at Xiao Tian dog.

Xiao Tian dog swallowed his saliva, then activated the Million Smell Heavenly Spirit again: "Then let Great Master take another look."

After sniffing a few times, Xiao Tian dog awkwardly laughed: "It seems to be... over there..."

Tianpeng:...

So you really got it backwards?!

The two sped up, circling halfway around.

"Heifeng Cave?" Tianpeng read the characters before him, muttering.

"This seems to be a cave dwelling with an owner."

Xiao Tian dog didn't care at all—after all, he's not a combat-type dog.

"What are you afraid of? You're Tianpeng Marshal—don't be timid, go up!"

Damn it, if we're going up, we're going up.

Tianpeng also steeled his resolve: "Never mind who owns this cave dwelling—I'm confident I can escape if needed."

He lifted his nail rake and brought it down hard on the cave entrance—since it was a confined space, the noise inside was especially loud.

Inside the cave, a black bear sleeping on a stone slab suddenly rolled over, eyes blazing with fury: "Damn my grandmother—who's the blind fool daring to disturb my sleep?"

Without a word, he grabbed his black-tasseled spear and rushed out.

"Exclamation of Amazement!" Xiong Jing's face changed instantly, and he rolled like a lazy donkey to dodge the rake.

Tian Peng was somewhat surprised; he was just digging at the door, how did it suddenly open?

Xiong Jing was in a sorry state, his anger uncontainable: "Hold it, you Han actually ambushed me, you look decently dressed, I didn't expect you to be a dirty-handed one!"

Tian Peng was somewhat embarrassed, but his thick-skinned self had always known he couldn't show weakness at this moment, and immediately turned the tables.

"Recklessness, I am Bei Shuai, the War God of the Heavenly Court, Tian Peng Marshal. Seeing this place filled with demonic aura, I came specially to inspect! I didn't expect it to be you causing trouble—speak, what guilt do you bear?"

Tian Peng turned the rake on him, leaving Xiong Jing somewhat dazed—how could he be guilty just for sleeping well?

Yet Xiong Jing still found the key point in Tian Peng's words, took a few strides forward, and his bear face writ large with excitement and worship: "You are the War God of the Heavenly Court? Tian Peng Marshal?!"

Although he was a monster with little experience, he also greatly longed for the grand world; he had heard of the Heavenly Court, which was one of the two major powers in the Three Realms.

The War God of the Heavenly Court, still a Marshal—could it be simple?

Seeing Xiong Jing crowding around him like a pervert, Tian Peng felt deep disdain, yet still had a small sense of pride in his heart.

I didn't expect Tian Peng to actually be this famous.

He raised his head, and Tian Peng said proudly: "Natural Response."

Xiong Jing suddenly recalled something and said: "But I seem to have heard that the War God of the Heavenly Court is Erlang Shen, Marshal—between you two, who is stronger, who is truly the War God of the Heavenly Court?"

"Naturally it's me—could it still be him?"

Tian Peng spoke without hesitation, face unflushed, breath unlabored: "Erlang Shen's two hands together can't match a single finger of mine; to defeat him would be utterly effortless!"

"That's why I don't care about the empty title of Heavenly Court War God—you know, when the power gap reaches a certain degree, all this becomes meaningless, just fame and profit."