Chapter 791 My Name is Liu Bei [Fourth Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]

Chapter 791: My Name is Liu Bei [Fourth Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]

“‘Non-action and non-emotion’ are merely attitudes towards cultivation. The failure of the Primordial Pill might foreshadow a great disaster, one that will affect all cultivators.”

Laozi replied calmly, his tone completely unperturbed.

The Mother of Order said, “I also don’t know why it failed, but a certain supreme being once said that the Primordial Demon God who will instigate the Great Dao Calamity has not yet been born.”

Laozi looked thoughtful.

The Mother of Order continued, “Many ancient beings aspire to become Primordial Demon Gods, and the Primordial Pill might be one of their methods.”

Laozi spoke, “Thank you, Mother, for your guidance.”

With that, he turned to leave.

“Laozi, do you think the Dao Ancestor also wants to become a Primordial Demon God?” The Mother of Order’s voice drifted over again.

In that instant, all the clouds in the sky stood still.

Laozi, with his back to the Mother of Order, retorted, “Mother, you are untouched by karma and destiny, why do you care about the Dao Ancestor’s destiny?”

The Mother of Order said, “The Primordial Demon God is a calamity of Chaos. If the Dao Ancestor truly becomes a Primordial Demon God, I hope you will not cling to old affections.”

Laozi left with a single statement: “If my master truly becomes a Primordial Demon God, my sword will surely point at him.”

Heaven and earth then fell into silence… Within the Hundred Peaks Immortal River.

Han Jue ended his simulated trial. After hundreds of battles, he could finally easily slay a thousand Foolish Sword Sages. He even attempted to challenge two thousand Foolish Sword Sages, and while it was strenuous, he wasn't completely defenseless.

Even without unleashing the Primordial Divine Rage, each of Han Jue’s Fiendcelestial Dharma Idols possessed powerful one-on-one combat capabilities.

At the very least, a one-on-one fight against a Foolish Sword Sage was not an issue!

Han Jue was in a good mood and began to preach to the millions of disciples within the Hundred Peaks Immortal River.

This sermon lasted a hundred years.

After finishing his sermon, Han Jue did not immediately cultivate. Instead, he separated a wisp of his soul consciousness and traveled to the Immortal World.

The Immeasurable Calamity was about to begin, and he wanted to observe it.

His soul consciousness took on the appearance of his true self, with his cultivation controlled at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.

Cultivation was merely an appearance; even a Pseudo-Sage could not harm his soul consciousness in the slightest.

Han Jue planned to visit the Divine Palace.

Qin Ling, the protagonist of the calamity, resided in the Divine Palace.

Speaking of which, Han Jue had always remembered the Divine Palace. Before the previous Immeasurable Calamity, the Divine Palace was a gathering place for the Immortal World’s prodigies, and it still existed to this day.

Of course, Han Jue played a role in this; otherwise, how could Zhan Guxing have risen to power and flourished?

Han Jue traveled on clouds, and he suddenly thought of Han Tuo’s mother. Her soul had been sealed for so many years; should he release her to reincarnate?

It wasn’t impossible. Han Jue no longer needed to worry too much. Within the Heavenly Dao, no one could harm those he wished to protect.

Next time.

Han Jue would release her the next time he traveled the Immortal World.

Besides visiting the Divine Palace this time, Han Jue also planned to go to the netherworld to see his eldest disciple and Han Tuo’s daughter, Han Xinyuan.

Han Tuo had a son and a daughter. His son founded the Han family, becoming the ancestor of Han Yu. His daughter, Han Xinyuan, had been busy cultivating and later joined the Underworld. Under Yang Tiandong’s care, she had already become a female ghost god of the Underworld, holding a very high position.

Traveling along, Han Jue didn’t fly too fast, taking the opportunity to observe the current state of the Immortal World.

Tens of thousands of years had passed since his last visit to the Immortal World, so it was naturally no longer the same.

Han Jue noticed that the Grand Unity Golden Immortal aura within the Immortal World had already exceeded three thousand, and this didn’t include the Grand Unity Golden Immortals who had gone to Chaos.

There were also hundreds of Pseudo-Sages, which was quite good.

A few months later.

Han Jue finally arrived before the Divine Palace.

The Divine Palace was located in the sky, its halls resting above the clouds. Looking out, it stretched layer upon layer, grand and magnificent.

Han Jue secretly cast the power of the Concealment Demon God, disappearing without a trace or sound. He located Qin Ling’s aura and quickly arrived in Qin Ling’s courtyard.

Tens of thousands of years had passed, and Qin Ling was already an Immortal Emperor, but his status in the Divine Palace was not high. Due to his ordinary aptitude, his residence was not considered high-grade, just average.

Qin Ling was sitting on the steps, looking at the medicine cauldron in front of him, his expression dejected.

“Why is this Emperor Origin Pill so difficult to refine?” Qin Ling muttered to himself, feeling a bit disheartened.

Han Jue suddenly appeared, smiling, “It means you don’t have the talent for alchemy.”

Qin Ling was startled, abruptly stood up, and angrily asked, “Who are you?!”

Han Jue walked around the medicine cauldron and came to his side, smiling, “Don’t be nervous. I’m also a Divine Palace disciple. I just heard about your deeds and came to see.”

Qin Ling snorted coldly and self-mockingly said, “You want to see me, this mediocre prodigy who relies on pills?”

His aptitude was actually not bad, but among the Divine Palace, he was definitely at the bottom. Many disciples his age had already entered the Divine Realm.

His enemy in Buddhism was also a prodigy, who had already attained Grand Unity ten thousand years ago.

The gap between them grew larger and larger, and Qin Ling felt immense despair every time he thought about it.

Could he really get his revenge?

Han Jue smiled, “Your aptitude is mediocre, but you are persistent enough. All great powerful beings in the world possess a tenacious and persistent character.”

Qin Ling felt better, no longer scowling, and invited Han Jue to sit at a stone table nearby to chat.

After they sat down, Qin Ling curiously asked, “Brother, what is your name? Although there are countless disciples in the Divine Palace, there aren’t many as handsome as you, or even none.”

The prodigies of the Divine Palace were all handsome and beautiful, the men like banished immortals, the women like heavenly fairies, but compared to the disciple before him, they all seemed like mortals.

Han Jue smiled, “My name is Liu Bei. I merely possess a good appearance.”

Liu Bei?

Qin Ling pondered silently, he had never heard of him.

This meant the other party wasn’t a top prodigy either!

Thinking of this, Qin Ling relaxed. As long as the aptitude gap wasn’t too big, they could be friends!

He wouldn’t even consider that Han Jue wasn’t a Divine Palace disciple. The Divine Palace was a first-rate auspicious sect in the world, with a Sage at its helm. Who would dare to sneak in and cause trouble?

The two began to chat, discussing everything from ancient legends to mundane mortal affairs.

Qin Ling grew happier as they chatted. Rarely did anyone suit his taste so well.

Most Divine Palace disciples only exchanged cultivation insights or compared their cultivation, rarely did anyone like Liu Bei avoid discussing cultivation and only chat about trivial matters.

A few hours later.

Han Jue smiled, “Do you want me to help you see why your pill failed?”

“Brother Liu also understands alchemy?”

“A little.”

“Please!”

Qin Ling immediately stood up, full of anticipation.

Han Jue didn't understand alchemy, but his realm was high. He quietly cast a spell, and the pill quickly succeeded.

It was that simple.

However, he deliberately cast the spell with profound and mysterious gestures, which made Qin Ling exclaim in admiration.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the Emperor Origin Pill flew out of the medicine cauldron and landed in Qin Ling’s hand.

Qin Ling’s hands trembled as he murmured, “Such rich Immortal Emperor spiritual energy! How amazing!”

Han Jue proudly said, “How is it? Am I worthy of being called your elder brother now?!”

“You are! You are! Brother Liu! Big brother, please teach me!”

“This technique is not easy to pass on. It’s a secret family technique.”

I can’t take it anymore, brothers!

It’s been several this year… It’s cold. The temperature is about the same as in previous years, and there’s no wind, but it’s just bone-chilling. Why is that?