Who exactly was this Sea God?

After delivering the message, Cultivator Wenjing destroyed the blood mosquito.

On the bed in the corner of the cave-dwelling, she opened her phoenix-like eyes, her beautiful face filled with gravity.

Though she had been somewhat reluctantly persuaded by this South Sea God and junior Daoist of the Human Path, after seeing that painting and hearing the three people’s discussion today, witnessing the merits of the Heavenly Court…

A Sage’s painting!

That was a Sage’s painting!

Its sword intent was so sharp, flowing through simple brush strokes. The lingering aura of the Sage nearly broke her heart!

As for which Sage Lord this was, the answer was obvious!

Was this Sea God not just from the Human Path?

Did he also have backing from theSevering Sect?

Could it be that the three major Daoist sects were using the Dragon Clan affair to set a trap for the Western Faith, plotting against them?

Conspiracy!

This must be a conspiracy of the Sages!

Cultivator Wenjing’s body trembled slightly, her mind filled with that sword intent. Before her eyes floated the image of the Sea God’s kindly smiling avatar…

This South Sea God…

A being valued by both Patriarch Tongtian and Elder Taiqing…

To think that earlier, she had even joked about making him look foolish like an old temple priest!

Taking a soft breath, Cultivator Wenjing suddenly let out a light snort.

‘Very well, such a being is worthy of commanding this queen.

But in the future, we’ll see whether you can truly subdue me, or I’ll subdue you.’

“Haha! Hahaha! Ha…”

In the cave-dwelling, that laughter… grew increasingly uncertain.

Cultivator Wenjing quickly covered her forehead and cursed a few crude mosquito witch phrases, her face full of helplessness.

She had now been completely caught by him.

Moreover, carefully considering what the Sea God had said today, her future had already been arranged by him.

Facing such a person…

“Truly makes one feel powerless.”

Cultivator Wenjing sighed softly as she lay on the bed, lost in thought.

…

‘Ambush the South Sea Dragon Palace, draw the tiger away from the mountain, then attack the East Sea Dragon Palace wedding location…

Could it be that the mosquitos have already been exposed, and this is deliberately spread misinformation?’

In the pill-refining room on Lesser Jade Peak, Li Changshou pondered the message from Mosquito Dao, analyzing various possibilities.

He stood up and paced back and forth, finally stopping in a beam of sunlight by the window, deep in thought.

Interestingly, just now, Cultivator Wenjing seemed to have been frightened by the landscape painting he had hung in the main hall.

This was intentional on Li Changshou’s part – he had deliberately displayed Patriarch Tongtian’s painting there as a warning to those plotting against his Sea God Sect.

It was merely borrowing influence.

But unexpectedly, the effect was so good.

Cultivator Wenjing seemed to recognize whose painting it was at a glance.

Such sharp sword intent…

Besides that great figure who had attained sagehood by intercepting heavenly secrets and establishing his teaching, there wasn’t a second person in the primordial chaos who could match it.

Today when Cultivator Wenjing spoke to him, her voice had become much softer and more delicate…

Just like a new daughter-in-law who had just married into the great Daoist Master’s household next door…

Previously this Cultivator Wenjing hadn’t truly submitted in her heart, and during her last visit had even played tricks on him as Sea God. But today she respectfully called him “Lord” and actively asked if there were any other instructions.

Li Changshou naturally hadn’t forgotten his own Sage’s requirements, and earnestly advised her:

【Having you continue lurking there now isn’t meant to have you merely act as a messenger.

You should prioritize not exposing yourself. If necessary, you may even come to attack my South Sea God Sect to protect yourself.】

“She should understand what I mean, after all, she’s not a fool.”

Li Changshou murmured, standing with his hands behind his back in the sunlight, continuing to ponder his schemes.

What he was thinking about wasn’t how to protect the Dragon Clan, but rather how to properly demonstrate the majesty of the Heavenly Court.

The Heavenly Court currently had few troops and generals, and the Jade Emperor was at the most awkward stage of his life.

When East Wood Lord answered about whether the Heavenly Court had any experts, though he answered readily, it must have been due to prior instructions from the Jade Emperor.

The Heavenly Court did indeed have experts – there was a Sage avatar in the Doushuai Palace, and the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother’s cultivation levels weren’t to be underestimated.

But among the troops and generals the Jade Emperor could deploy, there were few useful ones, let alone being able to request help from the Great Master.

‘The bean soldiers’ strength isn’t yet perfected, surely we can’t deploy a hundred thousand pea shooters…’

Li Changshou couldn’t help but laugh.

He also had to consider whether appearing too prominent during this period would arouse the Jade Emperor’s suspicions.

Regarding the Jade Emperor who could become the initiator of the Investiture of the Gods calamity, Li Changshou had always maintained sufficient respect, and also sufficient wariness.

They were ruler and ministers, but also opponents.

After all, he had no particular loyalty to speak of – what he sought was merely the Heavenly Court’s merits and using the Heavenly Court’s protection for himself.

All calculations were merely for profit, which the Jade Emperor should also understand clearly.

This time, the Western Faith would likely hide in the shadows, using the rebellious sea tribes as their proxy, with pieces like Cultivator Wenjing and the deep sea demon tribes revealing themselves at key moments…

If disciples of the Western Faith’s Sages appeared directly, then Li Changshou would simply have the Great Master make an appearance to represent the Heavenly Court in causing trouble.

With one Primordial Yellow Tower, who would the Great Master fear?

And he, this junior Daoist, would be responsible for receiving the Dragon Clan’s thanks, hiding behind and shouting “How mighty is the Great Master!”

Well, as for how he should specifically respond to make the Heavenly Court’s sideshow its crucial role?

This needed careful consideration to find the right ‘degree’…

But merely thinking about it this way wasn’t quite stable enough.

Li Changshou’s true body opened his eyes in the underground secret chamber, spread out two scrolls on the ground, and began carefully deliberating and meticulously deducing, marking out the various forces and step-by-step drawing diagrams to deduce various possibilities.

This time, Li Changshou completed his planning in just three days.

After all, it was only targeting Ao Yi’s wedding ceremony eleven or twelve years later. There weren’t too many places he could design and operate, so clarifying his thoughts was enough.

Next, Li Changshou would write another memorial to the Jade Emperor, reporting the Western Faith’s schemes and requesting His Majesty to deploy twenty thousand elite troops to lurk in the skies above the East Sea at that time, ready to save the day at the crucial moment and earn the Dragon Clan’s gratitude…

Twenty thousand elite troops naturally wouldn’t have much effect, but if those twenty thousand troops were each given his immortal beans…

When the time came, they would each activate their magic and casually scatter them – a million pea shooters would fall beneath the East Sea, facing the invading enemy with a barrage of “ptooey”…

What a scene!

Well, this was naturally just a joke.

Twelve years was enough time for Li Changshou to cultivate one or two types of stronger, normal-looking immortal bean soldiers that, combined with twenty thousand heavenly troops, should be able to achieve a good effect.

Moreover, it could give people the illusion that the Heavenly Court had deployed hundreds of thousands of troops in aid.

‘The Jade Emperor should not refuse this matter.’

Having made up his mind, Li Changshou was just about to switch his consciousness to his paper avatar in Anshui City when his divine sense, which had been monitoring the sect, detected a figure coming from Breaking Sky Peak.

This person’s aura was contained, his countenance martial and handsome, with two locks of silvery white hair at his temples – it was the sect’s peak Golden Immortal expert, Wang Fu!

*Cough*, Forgetting Emotions Superior!

Had that Past Life’s Tear worked?

Li Changshou immediately revealed a gentle smile, sent a voice transmission to remind Little Senior Master who was sound asleep in the thatched cottage, and then switched his consciousness to write the memorial.

Two hours later;

Li Changshou flew out of the pill-refining room on his cloud, just thinking of going to the card room to find Ling’e to instruct her on a few small matters regarding Little Senior Master when his divine sense swept out and discovered…

Ling’e and Bear Lingli were hiding in the thatched cottage together, secretly observing the scene under the willow tree by the lake.

A low table was set under the willow tree with two cups of fragrant tea. Forgetting Emotions Superior, formerly named Fugui, and the utterly vicious Little Senior Master sat facing each other.

Their gazes would occasionally meet before each looking away, one watching the lake surface, one watching the grass, both inevitably somewhat awkward.

Forgetting Emotions Superior sat cross-legged, assuming his usual meditation posture with both hands holding the primordial.

Jiang Lin’er sat in the common woman’s position, legs together to one side, raising her hand to play with a lock of her beautiful hair.

Today she had changed into a long dress which, though still flowing straight down, had restored her original feminine grace.

At least looking at her from behind, it was quite nice.

“You…” “I…”

They both spoke almost simultaneously, their gazes meeting before quickly avoiding each other again.

“You go first.”

“You speak…”

And so, they fell into silence again.

Li Changshou raised an eyebrow, quietly passing by to enter Ling’e’s thatched cottage.

Ling’e quietly greeted him: “Senior Brother, you’re here.”

Li Changshou asked: “How long have they been like this?”

“Two hours,” Ling’e helplessly patted her smooth forehead, “The tea has been changed three times already, but they still haven’t been able to speak.”

Bear Lingli sat on the ground and quietly asked: “Cousin, what are they doing?”

Li Changshou smiled and said: “Discussing the rest of their lives, talking about their future.”

Having said this, Li Changshou walked to his exclusive armchair in Ling’e’s thatched cottage, lifted his Daoist robe slightly, and sat down calmly, sighing:

“This kind of situation is most troublesome.”

Ling’e asked: “Senior Brother, can we help with anything?”

“Difficult,” Li Changshou frowned in thought and transmitted to Ling’e: “Little Senior Master says one thing but means another and cares about face while Forgetting Emotions Superior is single-mindedly cultivating and believes whatever the Master says.

These two personality types are the hardest to deal with. When the two come together, it’s like walking a tightrope…

Like this, Ling’e, when you go to change the tea later, casually mention something.”

“Mention what?” Ling’e asked quietly.

“Just say…”

Li Changshou rubbed his brow, feeling this matter was more taxing than his schemes against the Western Faith.

“Just say that in three days, there will be a small calligraphy and painting appreciation gathering on Lesser Jade Peak, and we’d like to invite Forgetting Emotions Superior to come observe.

The reason doesn’t matter – just giving Forgetting Emotions Superior a suitable reason to come here and meet with Master is enough.”

Ling’e suddenly understood with a small “oh.”

Another half hour later, Ling’e carried freshly brewed tea and acted according to plan…

Just as Li Changshou had said, Forgetting Emotions Superior didn’t hesitate much before nodding in agreement.

And Master Jiang Lin’er muttered quietly: “You can even appreciate calligraphy and painting?”

Forgetting Emotions Superior smiled and nodded, merely responding with a sound…

“Mm.”

Soon after, Forgetting Emotions Superior seemed to have put down a burden, rising to take his leave, his departing figure also carrying a somewhat relaxed feeling.

Looking at Jiang Lin’er again, the smile at the corners of her mouth was completely unconcealed. When she rose to return to the thatched cottage, she was even humming the cheerful tune Ling’e had played yesterday.

Ling’e immediately said happily: “Senior Brother, it worked!”

“Naturally,” Li Changshou’s mouth curved, “These matters between men and women, your senior brother I…”

Ling’e suddenly pursed her lips, thinking of the previous barrier dong, and muttered quietly: “Senior Brother, how are you… so experienced…”

Li Changshou said calmly: “When one stands outside the situation, one can observe the whole picture. You are merely confused being in the midst of it.”

“Is that so?”

Ling’e looked towards Bear Lingli, whose little head atop that iron tower body immediately nodded vigorously.

“Cousin is right!”

Though she didn’t know why he was right…

Ling’e couldn’t help falling into thought, very easily being fooled by her senior brother.

Just then;

A light cough came from outside the door, and they saw the utterly vicious Little Senior Master floating in with her hands behind her back.

“Um, hehe, Changshou, Ling’e!

Your Master is thick-skinned today and has a favor to ask of you!”

Li Changshou quickly stood up and smiled: “Master, if you have instructions just give them, Ling’e and I will certainly do our utmost.”

Ling’e also smiled: “Master, we’ll help you with all our strength to capture Forgetting Emotions Superior!”

“Hmph, what capture him for?”

Jiang Lin’er said irritably, though if not for her rhythmically shaking leg, one would easily have been fooled by her tone.

Jiang Lin’er’s cheeks suddenly reddened as she said quietly:

“You two… are quite familiar with Little Nine, right?

I wanted to ask you to ask her exactly how… to become… that big…

I just want to be normal, doesn’t need to be too… understand?”

Ling’e couldn’t help covering her mouth and laughing lightly, Bear Lingli tilted her head indicating she didn’t quite understand, while Li Changshou showed a serious expression.

“Ahem,” Jiang Lin’er coughed, “I’ll leave this matter to you then, I still need to cultivate, I’ll head back first.”

Having said this, she fled like the wind, disappearing in an instant.

Ling’e quickly asked: “Senior Brother, shall we go find Ninth Junior Uncle now?”

“No use finding her.”

Li Changshou shook his head and transmitted:

“She doesn’t understand these things herself.

Just like Brother Jiu Wu’s height – even though qi practitioners can fix their form, things that weren’t there originally can’t be created from nothing. Techniques can’t be considered true.

This relates to whether the primordial dao body and one’s dao foundation can achieve great perfection – it can’t be changed easily.

It’s like how most demon cultivators, no matter how high their cultivation, can’t change their original form and roots. It’s the same principle.

However, I have a few methods that might be able to help Master.”

Ling’e immediately said in surprise: “Senior Brother, you even know about this?”

Li Changshou pondered for a moment, continuing to transmit instructions to Ling’e.

This and that, like so and such.

Ling’e listened until her pretty face blushed, but since her senior brother spoke properly, she didn’t dare question it and naturally nodded in agreement.