Primordial Era: I am the First Green Ox, the Senior Brother of the Three Religions

Chapter 679 How awesome is my master?

Bixiao stood there blankly, looking up at the sky.

She watched as the peerless axe light that had annihilated powerful enemies and cleaved stars slowly dissipated into the depths of the universe.

Her mind was blank.

What just happened?

A single axe blow?

Just one axe!

A demon king at the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, a powerful figure from the Northern Underworld Palace, just like that... gone?

Not even a crumb was left?

She turned her head with difficulty, her gaze falling on the figure who stood proudly, holding a giant axe.

At this moment, in her eyes, Yang Jian was simply like an unparalleled war god who had come from ancient times and was in charge of killing!

That's...too powerful!

Is this the true strength of the eldest brother's son?

Yang Jian sheathed his War God Axe, feeling the still surging power within him and the excited hum emanating from the axe, his heart filled with boundless pride.

Cool!

So cool!

The power of this axe blow was more than ten times stronger than he had anticipated!

Is this Xing Tian's axe technique?

As expected, it's domineering, direct, and effective!

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, calming the turmoil in his heart.

Then, he turned around and looked at Bixiao, who was still petrified, and not far away, at the innate spiritual root that exuded an alluring Daoist charm.

"Alright, the flies are taken care of."

A slight smile appeared on his face.

"Now, it's time to deal with the spoils."

Upon hearing the words "spoils of war," Bixiao suddenly snapped back to reality.

She glanced at the small, chaotic-colored tree, then at Yang Jian, her pretty face flushing slightly, and she quickly waved her hand.

"Nephew Yang Jian, this is absolutely unacceptable!"

"You killed that beast. If you hadn't intervened in time, I would probably be dead today. How could I possibly have the face to keep this spiritual root?"

Bixiao was speaking from the heart.

Although she is straightforward, she knows right from wrong.

In today's situation, Yang Jian not only saved her life, but also helped her vent her anger.

Although this innate spiritual root is precious, what does it amount to compared to the grace of being saved?

Moreover, her junior apprentice's background and strength filled her with awe, so she dared not and could not accept this thing.

Yang Jian smiled upon hearing this.

He walked up to the innate spiritual root and examined it carefully.

Three fruits grew on the small tree, each containing pure chaotic laws. For a Great Luo Golden Immortal, these were invaluable treasures, enough to greatly enhance one's cultivation.

"Uncle-Master, you are mistaken."

Yang Jian turned around and said very seriously.

"If you hadn't discovered this item first and fought that demon, I wouldn't have passed by this place, and I wouldn't have had this opportunity."

"In the end, this item was destined to be with my martial uncle. I just happened to be there and took care of a villain."

He was telling the truth.

Although he was very confident in his current abilities, he believed that when traveling, it was always better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

What's more, this is his own martial uncle, the beloved disciple of his martial uncle Tongtian.

His master, Niu Ben, was the senior disciple of the three religions, and he valued the friendship between the three religions most.

If I were to fight with my own uncle for a tiny bit of profit, it would be a disgrace to my master if word got out.

Hearing Yang Jian say this, Bi Xiao was even more moved.

As expected of the senior brother's disciple!

Despite his great strength, he is so humble and polite, and knows how to navigate social situations!

If it were those arrogant guys from the Chan Sect, they wouldn't even give me a second glance, let alone offer me their spiritual root.

"Nephew, please stop talking."

Bixiao's attitude was very firm.

"I absolutely cannot accept this spiritual root. If you refuse again, you are disrespecting me, Bixiao!"

She puffed out her chest, striking a pose that said, "If you dare give it to me, I'll get angry with you."

Yang Jian looked at her like this and couldn't help but chuckle.

This Uncle Bixiao's temper is just as legendary as it is said, both straightforward and fierce.

He thought about it and came up with an idea.

"Alright then, Uncle-Master."

Yang Jian reached out and carefully picked the three fruits, then uprooted the entire sapling and stored it in his Jade Purity Immortal Light.

"This spiritual essence is somewhat useful for my cultivation technique, so I shamelessly accepted it."

"But these three fruits are the essence of spiritual roots, and should be consumed by you, Uncle-Master, to replenish what you just consumed."

As he spoke, he handed the three shimmering fruits to Bixiao.

This is the biggest concession Yang Jian can make.

He got the spiritual root, fulfilling his own cultivation needs, and also gave Bixiao a way out, sharing the benefits—a win-win situation.

Looking at the three fruits radiating alluring Daoist charm before her, and then at Yang Jian's sincere eyes, Bi Xiao's resolve finally wavered.

She knew that her junior apprentice was trying to save face for her.

If I were to refuse again, I would really be ungrateful.

"Well... okay then."

Bixiao hesitated for a moment, but ultimately accepted the fruit.

She took only one of them, and then pushed the remaining two back to Yang Jian.

"Nephew, a single token is enough to repay your life-saving grace."

"The rest is what you deserve."

Seeing her refusal, Yang Jian no longer declined, nodded, and put the two fruits away.

A potentially contentious "spoils-dividing meeting" ended perfectly amidst the mutual humility and understanding between the two.

Bixiao swallowed the Chaos Dao Fruit and felt an incomparably pure energy dissipate within her body, rapidly replenishing her depleted mana. Even the slight tremor in her primordial spirit was quickly soothed.

She let out a long sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed.

"Thank you very much, junior apprentice."

She looked at Yang Jian, her eyes filled with even more gratitude and affection.

"By the way, junior disciple, you just came from the Ten Thousand Mountains, where are you headed?"

"Could it be that you're going to the ancestral land of the human race to witness Junior Brother Huangtian establishing his Dao?"

Yang Jian shook his head.

"Humanity has established its own path, and it has its own masters and elders to protect it. Whether I go or not makes no difference."

"I came down the mountain this time to take care of some personal matters."

A barely perceptible glint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

Bixiao, being such a remarkable person, immediately sensed the change in Yang Jian's emotions.

A thought struck her as she recalled some rumors about this junior apprentice.

"Nephew, is it because of...the Peach Mountain matter?"

Yang Jian didn't hide anything and nodded.

"My mother is imprisoned under Peach Mountain. As her children, if we cannot rescue her, we are unworthy of being called sons."

Upon hearing this, Bixiao fell silent.

This matter involves the Heavenly Court and the Jade Emperor; it is a major karmic event in the Three Realms.

Although she sympathized with Yang Jian's plight, she also knew that it was difficult for outsiders to get involved in this matter.

"Nephew, this matter needs careful consideration; we must not act rashly."

Bixiao thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up, and she extended an invitation to Yang Jian.

"I observe that although you, my junior brother, are powerful, you are surrounded by murderous aura. You must have just experienced a great battle and killed a powerful enemy, which has caused your mental state to fluctuate."

"How about we stay at the Three Immortal Islands for a few days?"

"Our Three Immortal Islands have celestial tea that calms the mind and soothes the spirit. My eldest sister, Yunxiao, is also an expert in methods of calming the mind. This will surely benefit you in stabilizing your Dao heart."

"Besides, we share the same teacher, so we should visit each other more often. This would also be a good opportunity for my two older sisters to meet our senior brother's esteemed disciple!"

Visiting the Three Immortal Islands?

Yang Jian's heart stirred slightly upon hearing Bixiao's invitation.

To be honest, he was a little tempted.

The Three Immortal Islands are the sacred grounds of the Three Immortal Maidens, and are considered a first-class blessed land in the primordial world.

More importantly, the Three Immortal Maidens of the Clouds—Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao—are all his master Niu Ben's junior sisters, making them his proper martial uncles.

Although his main purpose in descending the mountain was to split the mountain to rescue his mother, he also harbored the intention of traveling through the prehistoric world and making friends with heroes from all walks of life.

Being able to visit the Three Immortal Islands and build good relationships with his senior uncles would only benefit his future plans, not harm them.

Moreover, what Uncle Bixiao said is also correct.

He had just killed Minghai Xuanpeng and obtained Xingtian's axe technique inheritance and the War God Axe, a deadly weapon. He was at the height of his killing intent and his mind was most easily turbulent.

Going to the Three Immortals Island to calm his mind and reflect on his cultivation would indeed be a good thing for him.

Impulse is the devil.

Splitting the mountain to save his mother was a must, but how and when to do it required a thorough plan.

Although his strength has greatly increased, Haotian is, after all, the Heavenly Emperor personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor. The Heavenly Court's foundation is unfathomable, and forcing his way in is definitely not the best strategy.

"it is good."

After thinking for a moment, Yang Jian readily agreed.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Uncle Bixiao."

"Ah! That's more like it!"

When Bixiao saw that Yang Jian had agreed, her face immediately lit up with a smile, and she looked extremely happy.

"Don't mention it, we're all family, don't be so polite!"

She waved her hand and said generously.

"Come on! Junior disciple, I'll take you to see my eldest and second eldest sisters! They'll be even happier than I am to know that our eldest brother's disciple has arrived!"

Having said that, she summoned a beam of immortal light, which enveloped Yang Jian and transformed into a long, azure rainbow, speeding towards the East Sea.

Yang Jian let Bixiao take care of him, and he was happy to have some peace and quiet.

He could sense that although his Uncle Bixiao seemed energetic and impulsive, he was actually very thoughtful.

The light she rode was extremely fast, yet very stable, clearly because she was afraid that her magical power would be depleted after the recent battle.

"Uncle-Master, is my master... very famous in the Jie Sect?"

On the way, Yang Jian asked, seemingly casually.

Although he knew that his master, Niu Ben, was very powerful and was the senior disciple of the three religions, he didn't actually have a clear concept of just how powerful he was.

"famous?"

When Bixiao heard this question, she looked at Yang Jian as if she had heard something funny. She turned her head and looked at him with a "Are you kidding me?" look.

"Nephew, you're underestimating your senior brother with that question."

"In the hearts of us disciples of the three religions, our eldest brother is more than just 'famous'."

"What is that?" Yang Jian asked curiously.

"It's a myth! It's a legend! It's a belief!"

Bixiao's eyes sparkled with admiration, and her tone became excited.

"You have no idea, back in the Lich War, the sky almost collapsed! It was our eldest brother who stepped forward, slaying the Heaven-Supporting Tortoise, refining its four legs, and supporting the Four Pillars of Heaven!"

"And then there's that Demon Emperor Di Jun, who relied on the Hetu and Luoshu to attain sainthood, how arrogant he was! And what happened? He was blown to bits by Senior Brother with a single punch! Blown to bits even by a saint! Just think about what that means!"

"Later, those two shameless bastards from the Western Sect always tried to come to the East to beg for money. Every time, it was the eldest brother who stepped in and silenced them, making them slink back to Mount Sumeru in disgrace!"

"Among us disciples of the Jie Sect, who hasn't received kindness from our eldest brother?"

Bixiao became more and more excited as she spoke, just like a fervent fan showing off her idol.

Yang Jian was stunned.

He knew his master was very strong, but he never expected that in the hearts of these uncles and senior brothers, his master's image would be so lofty and majestic.

One punch to destroy a saint?

This……

Yang Jian swallowed hard, realizing that his understanding of his master was still too shallow.

He originally thought that now that he had broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm and obtained the War God Axe, his strength had increased dramatically, which was enough to make his master proud.

Now it seems that my own achievements are nothing compared to my master's glorious record, like a firefly vying for the moon's brilliance.

"So, my junior apprentice."

Bixiao patted Yang Jian on the shoulder and said earnestly.

"You are our eldest brother's disciple, which makes you the junior disciple of all of us. From now on, if anyone dares to bully you outside, just say my name!"

"No, saying my name won't work. Just say Senior Brother's name!"

"I guarantee that in the entire primordial world, except for those few immortal saints, no one dares to disrespect Senior Brother!"

Hearing these words, Yang Jian felt a warm glow in his heart.

He finally understood just how useful the prestigious title of Master Niu Ben truly was.

The two chatted all the way, but their pace was quite fast.

Soon, a vast immortal island, shrouded in celestial mist and adorned with auspicious wisps, appeared before their eyes.

On that fairy island, exotic flowers bloomed everywhere, rare herbs grew evergreen, and exotic birds and beasts could be seen all around.

Countless pavilions and towers are nestled among the clouds and verdant greenery, resembling a fairyland on earth.

Powerful auras could be faintly seen on the island, clearly indicating that the inhabitants were all immortals with extraordinary cultivation.

"Nephew, we've arrived! Our Three Immortal Islands are just ahead!"

Bixiao pointed to the fairy island in front of her, her face showing the joy of returning home.

She pulled Yang Jian along, passing directly through the island's protective formation, and landed in front of a magnificent palace.

"Third Sister, you're back!"

As soon as the two landed, two figures came out from the main hall to greet them.

Leading the group was a stunningly beautiful fairy dressed in palace attire, with a gentle, dignified, and elegant demeanor—none other than Yunxiao Fairy, the leader of the Three Immortals.

Beside her was a lively, pretty, and mischievous girl in a pale yellow dress, who was none other than her second sister, Fairy Qiongxiao.

"Huh? Third Sister, who is this person next to you...?"

Qiongxiao's gaze immediately fell on Yang Jian, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Yunxiao's gaze sharpened slightly the moment he saw Yang Jian, clearly recognizing Yang Jian's extraordinary nature.

"Eldest sister! Second sister!"

Bixiao excitedly ran over, grabbed her two older sisters' hands, and eagerly began to introduce them.

"Let me introduce you. This is Yang Jian, our beloved junior disciple and the direct disciple of Senior Brother Niu Ben!"