Chapter 502: Number of Hidden Sect God Realm Experts, Long-Armed Ape Race

Chapter 502: Number of Hidden Sect God Realm Experts, Long-Armed Ape Race

"Earth God? Heavenly Clan?"

Han Duotian frowned, his expression changing slightly as he muttered to himself.

The old man laughed, "That's right, I am precisely the Earth God appointed by the current Heavenly Clan. My coming to Hundred Peaks Immortal River is also your blessing."

"Blessing?"

Han Duotian instantly grew furious and cursed, "Fuck your mother, are you even worthy?"

His linguistic memories all came from Han Jue, and he spoke just like Han Jue, cursing the mother instead of calling names.

The reason he was moved just now was simply because he had never heard of the Heavenly Clan.

The vast majority of living beings did not know of the high and mighty Heavenly Clan, and the Hidden Sect Disciples who knew of the Heavenly Clan's existence had a large generation gap with Han Duotian, so they couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him, let alone explain the current Immortal Realm to him.

The Earth God was stunned, not expecting Han Duotian to suddenly tear off pretenses.

Immediately after, his old face instantly flushed red as he pointed at Han Duotian and said with a trembling voice, "You… impudent!"

Han Duotian cursed, "Get the hell out of here! Do you have the qualification to be a blessing for our Hidden Sect? Believe it or not, I'll call people?"

The Earth God was trembling with anger, but he was truly afraid of Han Duotian calling people. The notoriety of the Hidden Sect was well-known, and if not for the assignment by the Heavenly Clan, he would never have dared to come.

He stomped his feet, burrowed into the ground, and vanished.

Han Duotian snorted, full of disdain.

Regarding the matter of the Earth God, Han Duotian did not spread it within the Hidden Sect, and none of the Disciples knew about it.

Han Jue was still deep in endless closed-door cultivation.

Ever since reaching the Quasi-Saint Realm Perfection, Han Jue had been filled with excitement for cultivation.

He wanted to reach the Saint realm as soon as possible!

Time flowed by, and the vicissitudes of life changed; looking back, it felt as if everything happened in just a split second.

One thousand five hundred years passed.

Han Jue was still far from Attain the Dao, but he was much stronger than before.

On this day, Han Jue finished lecturing on the Dao for the Hidden Sect once again.

After so many lectures on the Dao, under the condition that the Hidden Sect did not expand its ranks, all Disciples had already embarked on the path of Cultivate of the Extreme Origin Great Dao.

The inclusiveness of the Extreme Origin Great Dao was immense, and even the already Quasi-Saint Li Daokong easily entered the Dao. After so many years of Cultivate, his Dao fruit had already transformed into the Dao fruit of the Extreme Origin Great Dao.

Han Jue's most anticipated Disciple right now was Li Daokong, and his anticipation for him had already surpassed that of Dao Supreme, Li Yao, Zhao Xuanyuan, and others.

Of course, this thought could only be hidden in his heart and could not be spoken aloud.

He held the attitude of valuing every single Disciple the most!

Han Jue was just about to return to the Taoist temple when he suddenly sensed something. He raised his hand and summoned the Eerie Divine Spirit from outside the Dao field across the air.

So many years had passed, and the Eerie Divine Spirit had indeed grown much stronger.

Han Jue could feel that the power it contained was enough to annihilate an ordinary Quasi-Saint.

What on earth had this fellow done?

Seeing Han Jue again, the Eerie Divine Spirit was obviously very excited. It pressed against him and rubbed incessantly.

Han Jue played with it for a while before letting it move around freely.

Today's Eerie Divine Spirit could already control its own power and would not threaten other living beings within the Hidden Sect.

Just as he returned to the Taoist temple and before he could start meditating, Han Jue received a Saint's Dream Message.

[Sect Master Tianjue wants to send you a Dream Message. Do you accept?]

Ignore!

I want to see if you are as urgent as Great Emperor Xiao and Qiu Xilai.

Han Jue thought to himself, then began meditating and Cultivate.

Sure enough, not all Saints were as shameless as Qiu Xilai; Sect Master Tianjue sent a Dream Message once and then stopped.

A few months later.

[Fang Liang wants to send you a Dream Message. Do you accept?]

Fang Liang?

Han Jue opened his eyes with a peculiar expression.

In the past, it was always Saints who sent him Dream Messages. When did Fang Liang learn this ability?

After thinking for a moment, Han Jue chose to accept.

Entering the dreamscape, Han Jue could clearly sense the structure of the dream, which was incomparably fragile; with a single thought, he could shatter it.

Fang Liang was still very weak.

The dreamscape was Lingxiao Palace. Seeing Han Jue, Fang Liang immediately walked over and bowed.

The yin-yang protecting sun and moon behind Han Jue burst forth with divine light, making it impossible for Fang Liang to see his expression clearly.

Fang Liang said, "The reason I am rashly disturbing Grandmaster this time is because of a major event."

Han Jue responded, "Oh?"

"Immortal God Ji has been hollowed out, and the Heavenly Clan has secretly changed to a new master. Over a thousand years ago, the Heavenly Clan once dispatched an Earth God to head to Hundred Peaks Immortal River, but he ended up being humiliated. Recently, the Heavenly Clan is preparing to deal with Hundred Peaks Immortal River. Immortal God Ji asked me to pass this message on to you."

"Just this?"

Han Jue was full of disdain.

He even treated Saints as enemies; what sort of nobody dared to come and cause trouble for him?

It wasn't that Han Jue had become arrogant; his strength was just that great!

Fang Liang said, "Grandmaster, we must not be careless. The Heavenly Clan is a mixture of good and bad, involving too many forces. Not only that, recently someone among the Human Race has also been stirring up rumors about the Hidden Sect, saying that the Hidden Sect once harmed the Human Race, seemingly wanting to smear the Hidden Sect into the Demon Race."

Han Jue shook his head and said, "You don't need to worry about the Hidden Sect. You've been away for too long and don't understand the situation of the Hidden Sect."

Hearing this, Fang Liang cautiously asked, "May I ask how many God Realm experts the Hidden Sect has?"

Today's Fang Liang was already a God Realm existence. If not for the Heavenly Court's defeat in the tribulation, resulting in his cultivation not skyrocketing…

Han Jue hesitated for a moment and said, "More than you imagine."

Fang Liang had after all come out of the Hidden Sect, and previously he had also helped the Hidden Sect Disciples in the Heavenly Court multiple times. Han Jue still hoped he could realize his errors, turn back, and return to the Hidden Sect to Cultivate.

Although Fang Liang was already a successor of the Dao Ancestor, Zhou Fan was still the Seven Dao Saint's Dharma idol. Han Jue was not afraid at all of people with great backgrounds entering the Hidden Sect.

As long as it wasn't a Saint in person, it was fine!

Fang Liang fell silent.

His heart felt bitter, and his hands inside his sleeves were tightly clenched.

He desperately wanted to say he would return to the Hidden Sect, but the word 'return' was stuck in his throat like a fishbone, hard to utter.

Han Jue didn't understand what he was hesitating about, and said meaningfully, "As long as you want to come back, you can return at any time. You don't need to worry about any trouble. Just don't wait until you stand on the opposite side of the Hidden Sect to want to come back. At that time, don't blame Grandmaster for being hard-hearted."

Fang Liang took a deep breath; he understood that Han Jue was not joking.

Han Jue was very good to him, but Han Jue was never soft-hearted.

Thinking back to the Mortal Realm, Han Jue, who was merely a Mortal, dared to challenge the Heavenly Court!

Today's Han Jue naturally would not fear Saints!

Fang Liang fell into an internal struggle between heaven and man.

Han Jue directly waved his hand, shattering the dreamscape, leaving only a single sentence:

"If you don't come back again, no one in the Hidden Sect will remember you."

His consciousness returned to the Taoist temple. Han Jue did not think much more and continued to Cultivate.

Whether Fang Liang returned or not was his own decision.

Han Jue had already done what he could; he couldn't possibly force Fang Liang to come back. In that case, was he acting as a Grandmaster or a father?

That very day.

Li Xuan'ao came to visit Han Jue.

Han Jue let him enter the Taoist temple.

Li Xuan'ao came before Han Jue, bowed, and said, "Sect Leader, I want to take on a Disciple, who is the Long-Armed Ape, one of the Four Monkeys of the Ming-world. Their natural talent is exceptional, and I am confident in teaching them to become a Daluo, or even stronger."

"Right, Sect Leader, behind the Long-Armed Ape, there might still be an entire Long-Armed Ape Race. I have a bold idea."

Long-Armed Ape?

Han Jue raised an eyebrow.

He couldn't help but think of Journey to the West; not only Journey to the West, but Investiture of the Gods also featured the Long-Armed Ape.