The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 461 - 4: Observing the Heavenly Secrets from the 5 Manor

Chapter 461: Chapter 4: Observing the Heavenly Secrets from the 5 Manor

After a while, Laozi sighed heavily and said, "Those who undergo tribulations should have the protection of the Great Dao. After returning to the mountains, Fellow Daoists, please give this further thought!"

Laozi’s meaning was very clear, whatever matter you have, argue among yourselves. He was not going to be involved in this matter!

Among those present, only Yang Mei, Xuanhu, Li Qingming, and Jieyin knew that clearing the Path to Heaven would result in a Saint Position.

Jieyin and Xuanhu intended to keep this secret to themselves and would not speak. But it did not mean that Li Qingming would keep silent.

Hearing Laozi’s words, Li Qingming’s eyes twinkled as he said, "Fellow Daoists, the ginseng fruits of Immortal Zhenyuan have ripened. Why don’t we all go there and discuss the Dao together?"

Although it was unclear what Li Qingming was scheming, the Netherworld River, knowing his temperament, also jumped out at this moment and said, "Indeed, it has been many years since we last gathered, we should indeed get together!"

Immortal Zhenyuan was somewhat speechless as he watched Li Qingming and Netherworld River and silently mourned for his fruits in his heart.

The rest of the Eastern Saints were stirred. It had been many years, and it was rare for all the saints to gather together like today.

However, Jieyin and Xuanhu, the master and disciple, had their own schemes and did not want to reveal their most important bargaining chip at this moment. They simply bowed to the saints and disappeared in the Zixiao Palace.

Although Yang Mei was inclined to go, he was frightened back by a stern look from Li Qingming.

On the way back, Yang Mei kept muttering, "Damn panda cub, when I get back I’m going to chop down your entire Purple Bamboo Forest, so you’ll think of me old man when you have good things!"

Well, this old fellow really holds a grudge.

In the Wuzhuang Temple of West Niu Hezhou, Eastern Saints gathered under the ginseng fruit tree.

Although each of the saints had two ginseng fruits in front of them, nobody touched them, but instead, they all stared solemnly at Li Qingming, wanting an explanation from him.

No one is a fool; would Li Qingming gather all the saints at Wuzhuang Temple for no reason? What a joke! Why didn’t you say Penglai Island then?

Disturbed by those staring eyes, Li Qingming helplessly spread his hands and said, "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Tongtian’s corner of the mouth twitched, and he said angrily, "You lad, stop trying to pull the wool over our eyes! Tell us, why did you call us to the Wuzhuang Temple?"

"Damn, can’t hide anything from these old foxes!" Li Qingming gave a bitter smile, picked up a ginseng fruit, and took a bite, saying, "I wonder what the esteemed seniors think about this Path to Heaven?"

"Humph, what can we think?" Tongtian snorted coldly and said, "The human clan is physically weak; few cultivators reach the Da Luo Realm. If they have to clear this celestial path themselves to complete this killing tribulation, it would be difficult, exceedingly difficult!"

Nuwa sighed softly and took over, saying, "Brother Tongtian speaks the truth. Among the Central Heaven of All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, there are numerous paths to walk. For us saints to finish them all would take days, let alone the human clan!"

Li Qingming noncommittally nodded and looked at Primordial Venerable, who had been silent, and said, "Master, what do you think?"

Primordial pondered for a while and said, "Ever since Father God Pangu created Heaven and Earth, every great calamity that arrives in this world is always accompanied by boundless opportunities and slaughter. The Dragon Han Calamity was so, and the Witch Demon Great Tribulation was likewise. Danger and opportunity coexist; after the great calamity, there are Merit Heavenly Generals! With enough merit, the human clan can also defy Heaven!"

"Hahaha!" Li Qingming laughed heartily and said, "Master, you see things much clearer than the other saints!"

Primordial gave a helpless smile and said, "It seems you already know about the final reward."

Li Qingming nodded slightly and said, "Indeed!"

"Oh, what is it?" The other saints also brightened up and asked in unison.

Li Qingming glanced around at the saints, his thin lips lightly parted and said, "Saint Position!"

"Buzz!"

Seven incredibly formidable auras suddenly surged into the sky, their overwhelming fluctuations swept through all of Huaxia Heaven and Earth, causing all cultivators to tremble.

"What’s going on?"

Everyone looked towards the direction of Longevity Mountain in West Niu Hezhou in utter shock.

"Could it be a great battle among all Saints?"

Some speculated, guessing.

In Wuzhuang Temple, the seven Eastern Saints all showed expressions of horror.

Just a Path to Heaven, although difficult, is not impossible to break through; it just requires more time.

But this move was too bold, actually placing five Saint Positions at the end of the Path to Heaven. Since when had Saint Positions become so worthless?

According to the original development trajectory of the Primordial World, under the Heavenly Dao, nine is the extreme number, ideally providing nine Saints. Excluding the unfortunate Red Cloud who lost the Hongmeng Purple Qi and the one strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi that managed to escape, including Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun, there should be seven Saints in the Primordial!

But now, not only Houtu, Li Qingming, Netherworld River, Immortal Zhenyuan have successively become Saints, even the Human Clan’s Three Saint Emperors are all Saints. This has already deviated from the original trajectory of the Primordial, bringing too much unpredictability.

Today, five more Saint Positions nakedly presented themselves before all Saints, who wouldn’t be tempted?

"Perhaps the senior should quickly retract their aura, lest others think you are having internal disputes?" Li Qingming’s eyes flashed with a hint of amusement as he deliberately glanced towards the West.

Several Saints looked at each other, their faces slightly flushed with a hint of embarrassment.

"Qingmingzi, could it be that Jieyin also knows?" Laozi, having retracted his aura, sat down and asked while stroking his beard.

Li Qingming nodded and said, "That old sly fox Xuanhu must have told Jieyin! It must be that the previous visit of Jieyin to our Eastern Territory was not just about the affair of the Five Emperors. The great calamity is approaching, I suspect he intends to cultivate some disciples in the East to complete the Path to Heaven!"

"I always knew that old bald thief was up to no good. And we treated him well!" Tongtian angrily hammered the stone table in front of him.

"Crash!"

Although the table was made of top-quality jade, it could not withstand Tongtian’s hammering. The poor table turned into powder in an instant.

"Damn it, this top-notch Uncle Master!" Li Qingming rolled his eyes and quickly caught the two ginseng fruits, saying, "Uncle Master, be content! Didn’t you also beat up Jieyin? Just consider it venting in advance!"

"Hahaha..."

All Saints showed slight smiles, and the previously heavy atmosphere vanished.

"Alright, since this matter concerns the Saint Position, we must be vigilant!" Laozi, who originally did not intend to intervene in the Path to Heaven, now straightened his posture and spoke.

Zhen Yuanzi said, "Indeed, although there are some disciples under our guidance, they all belong to Innate Grass and Wood, not to the Human Clan. If we want to secure more seats on the Path to Heaven, we need to put in some effort in these next five hundred years!"

Li Qingming smiled and said, "We can..."

No one knows how long it had been, but by the time all Saints said farewell to Zhen Yuanzi and returned to their abodes, it had already been ten days.

"Fellow Daoist Qingming, truly masterful in planning!" Watching the distant figures of the Saints, Zhen Yuanzi sighed lightly and turned to seal the cave entrance.

A clear voice resonated inside the hall: "By the master’s decree, Wuzhuang Temple will be closed to visitors for the next five hundred years!" (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to QiDian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)