HLnovel Chapter 106 Zhen Yuanzi Bestows Treasures
Chapter 106 Zhen Yuanzi Bestows Treasures
Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.
"The Seven Star Whip is not effective; it may easily damage her primordial spirit. This is not advisable."
"A whisk is not suitable for a girl to use; that's inappropriate."
In his back room, Zhen Yuanzi ransacked the place, finding that even the magical artifacts he carelessly discarded on the ground were terrifying treasures that struck fear into the hearts of the world.
But at this moment, he felt deeply that there was nothing in his temple suitable for Yang Jiao.
Chou's hands moved even faster, and finally he found the Earth of the Dog and the Water of the Sunflower in the bottom of the box!
After a moment's thought, Zhen Yuanzi took the two items out.
"Jiao'er, come here, your uncle has some good soil to give you."
Yang Jiao immediately stood up straight, bowing her head in slight fear:
“You have already eaten the ginseng fruit, Jiao’er cannot accept any more favors from your uncle.”
Zhen Yuanzi now truly regards Yang Jiao as his close friend and heir. Let alone a few ginseng fruits, even if she asked for his Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi would probably pack up his things and give up his position himself.
He raised his hand to stop Yang Jiao from bowing, and said directly:
"Since I have addressed you as my uncle, please do not refuse. These two items are not particularly valuable; they are about the same as the Nine Heavens Breath Soil that you gave me."
Yang Jiao received the Xu Earth and Ren Gui Water.
Upon first handling, these two items immediately warmed up in my palms, becoming hot to the touch.
These must be the two things that Zhen Yuanzi, the Great Immortal, used to cultivate the ginseng fruit tree!
She thought to herself with delight:
"We can add some extra ingredients for the Calabash Brothers when we get back!"
Thinking that her gourd could grow strong and healthy, she quickly thanked Zhen Yuanzi:
"Thank you, Uncle! I won't stand on ceremony with you."
These words resonated with Zhen Yuanzi, who stroked his beard and agreed:
"Don't stand on ceremony with your uncle. From now on, you should treat Wuzhuang Temple as your own home."
I remember when my friend Hongyun was alive, he would often come to Wuzhuang Temple to ask him for ginseng fruit. There were thirty ripe fruits, and he could eat fifteen of them.
He lay on the fruit tree, holding his golden cudgel, picking the fruit.
The person is gone.
He was determined to protect his only successor.
Zhen Yuanzi could see through Yang Jiao's current cultivation level at a glance. He was still at the Great Perfection of Human Immortal and had not yet broken through. He was afraid that the risks outside were extremely high.
He pondered:
"We should teach her some martial arts techniques to protect herself."
However, the martial arts techniques he knew were mostly wide-ranging and powerful, targeting a large area, and Yang Jiao was too young to control them effectively.
Just as Zhen Yuanzi was still worrying.
Yang Jiao hesitated before stepping forward, smiling sweetly and pleadingly:
“Uncle, Jiao’er came to Wuzhuang Temple because she wanted to learn a skill from you.”
Zhen Yuanzi's eyes lit up, and he sat up straight.
"Oh? What skill do you have?"
He thought about it and realized that his greatest strength was the Earth Book. Could it be that Xiao Yangjiao wanted to learn how to control the Earth Book? But the Earth Book was rooted in him, so he probably couldn't separate himself from it.
Yang Jiao pointed to his cuff, gesturing sharply:
"I want to learn from my uncle's earlier technique of shouting at Shiva to repel him from ten thousand feet away, and then snatching him back from ten thousand feet away with a flick of his sleeve!"
Zhen Yuanzi watched Yang Jiao imitate his mannerisms and was amused by her actions.
His own powerful and imposing moves appeared childish and comical in Yang Jiao's wave of the hand.
"Haha, okay, okay, I'll teach you everything."
In this way, it can be considered as teaching on behalf of a friend, right?
Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and said:
"The universe within one's sleeve is indeed vast, but the heart is even greater, for with this heart one can transcend the universe."
"The world is vast and boundless, but the human heart can encompass all things and transcend the universe. However, your magical power is currently weak, and even if you learn the 'Sleeve Universe' technique, it will take a long time to improve it."
After Zhen Yuanzi finished speaking, he made up his mind.
Learn the secrets of the hidden world within your sleeve!
If she were to reach the same level as me, Xiao Yangjiao would have to stay at Wuzhuang Temple for tens of millions of years. In that case, it would be better for her to come to Wuzhuang Temple more often.
Yang Jiao also knew that this "Universe in the Sleeve" was a manifestation of magic and could not be achieved overnight.
She doesn't have high demands right now; she just wants to give the gourd vine a home.
“Let’s begin, Uncle.”
Yang Jiao sat cross-legged on the ground, and Zhen Yuanzi led the way, guiding her to gather magic into her sleeves.
A breeze arose from her wide sleeves, within which a small world, about half an arm's length long, suddenly stopped and made no further progress.
Yang Jiao opened her eyes and said to Zhen Yuanzi:
"Uncle, my hidden universe is only this big, it can't absorb people..."
"This technique is designed so that the stronger the magic power, the wider the scope of the skill. It's already quite impressive that you've managed to cultivate even a small piece of the hidden sleeve."
"But Jiao'er wanted to learn the 'Hidden Space in the Sleeve' technique precisely because she wanted to put things inside it."
Upon hearing Yang Jiao's words, Zhen Yuanzi laughed instead:
"If you had said so earlier, your uncle wouldn't have needed to teach you such a power-consuming technique."
It's just for storing things.
As the ancestor of all earth immortals, Zhen Yuanzi's profound understanding of the Great Dao of Space is the foundation upon which he was able to cultivate the Boundless Universe in His Sleeve. Therefore, a small storage magic treasure is nothing to him.
I was just wondering what other magical treasures I should give her, and now I finally have the chance!
Yang Jiao was stunned.
Does this mean they're going to give me more good things?
Zhen Yuanzi reached into his wide sleeve and took out a magic weapon shaped like a mountain furnace. The entire surface was covered with inlaid gold patterns. The patterns on the furnace body were natural and smooth, and the gold wires were of appropriate thickness, as fine as a hair.
The foot ring of the censer is decorated with cloud patterns made of fine gold wire, and the handle is carved with three dragons soaring out of the waves, with the dragon heads supporting the censer plate.
He handed it to Yang Jiao, stroked his beard, and smiled.
"This is a magical artifact that my uncle crafted himself, called the Gold-Inlaid Boshan Furnace. Inside, there is a hidden world, a small mountain world, about ten thousand acres in size, which should be enough to hold it."
"Ten thousand acres!"
Yang Jiao exclaimed in surprise. She had only wanted to grow a gourd vine, but now she had an extra 10,000 mu of land. How should she use the remaining space?
Could it be that I should start farming now, and when Yang Jian goes to the Investiture of the Gods as the grain delivery officer, I'll pull out some grain and give him a surprise?
She was somewhat flattered.
I had long known that Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi had a very good relationship. I was just lucky to have received so many good things from the great immortal Zhenyuanzi because of Hongyun.
Yang Jiao didn't even dare to imagine what it would be like if she managed to collect all fifty Red Cloud Fragments.
When Zhen Yuanzi sees me, he'll probably stuff the Wuzhuang Temple and the ginseng fruit tree into my hands.
The Boshan furnace, about the same size as the Lotus Lantern, fit perfectly into the sleeve world he had created.
Yang Jiao suddenly smiled mischievously.
Hehe, old Dragon King, your Dragon Palace is doomed.
Seeing Yang Jiao happy, Zhen Yuanzi was slightly lost in thought, as if he saw the shadow of Hong Yun in Yang Jiao.
My good friend is someone who likes to laugh for no reason.
The Boshan Furnace was initially forged because Hongyun complained about not being able to carry more things with him whenever he wanted...
It was appropriate to give it to his successor, Xiao Yangjiao.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Seeing Yang Jiao happy made him feel good too.
However, Zhen Yuanzi is more concerned about the Styx Ancestor now...
Even his own trusted disciple Shiva sent someone to capture Yang Jiao; it must have been the incident at the Blood Sea that made him wary.
He stroked his beard and thought to himself:
"It seems that Ancestor Styx has been having too much free time these past few days."
A sudden chilling atmosphere rose in the air. Yang Jiao glanced at Zhen Yuanzi suspiciously, feeling only that:
That's right! That's the expression Zhen Yuanzi should have. He's been smiling like that for ages, even more affectionately than that little deity in heaven. No wonder I can't get used to it.
At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi truly embodies the image of someone who neither worships the Three Pure Ones nor respects the Jade Emperor or Buddha, but only acknowledges Heaven and Earth.
"Uncle, I haven't told the family about my trip yet, so..." Yang Jiao said apologetically.
"You're leaving already?"
Zhen Yuanzi was slightly taken aback, then felt sad.
After calming his mind slightly and letting the terrifying pressure dissipate, he picked up the remaining two ginseng fruits and stuffed them into the Boshan furnace, then sighed to Yang Jiao:
"You must visit your uncle often in the future. Look how deserted Wuzhuang Temple is. Your uncle cultivates alone and has no one to talk to. He is a lonely old Taoist priest whom no one respects."
Upon hearing his words, Yang Jiao became even more apprehensive and immediately stated:
"I will definitely come and have tea and chat with my uncle when I have time."
Zhen Yuanzi nodded with satisfaction and said:
“Good child, go on, and don’t forget that you have an old Taoist priest as your uncle.”
Yang Jiao bowed.
He left the hall.
Only then did he get back on his tricycle and ride home.
The moment Yang Jiao stepped out of Wuzhuang Temple, the tables and chairs in the hall instantly turned to ashes. Zhen Yuanzi's eyes flashed with cold light as he drew his Seven Star Whip and headed towards the sea of blood.
He said in a gloomy voice:
"The Styx River is really too idle."
If you have time to chase after Yang Jiao, then I'll find you more things to keep you busy!