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"Junior brother, you've finally arrived!"

Yu Yuan, however, clearly did not care about these old matters and simply greeted them with a joyful expression.

"For five hundred years, since you were conferred the title of god, you have never come to the Battle Department. Master only said that your inner knot has not been untied, but I have always believed that you will figure it out sooner or later."

He then burst into laughter, looking extremely pleased with himself.

Wen Zhong could only manage a bitter smile.

"I feel ashamed of my sect, how can I have the face to see my master?"

"What's there to feel ashamed of!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Yuan immediately became serious.

"We disciples of the Jie Sect have always been of one heart and one mind. When our sect is in trouble, we should naturally stand shoulder to shoulder. Go and ask your other fellow disciples, who has ever blamed you in the slightest?"

As he spoke, he had already pulled Wen Zhong into the Kan Palace.

Soon, Wen Zhong saw the figure sitting in the center of the Star Palace.

She was a woman draped in a golden robe, surrounded by shimmering starlight, exuding an air of elegance and heroism. Beside her lay a jade ruyi scepter engraved with dragon and tiger patterns, its surface shimmering with endless radiance.

Needless to say.

This person is none other than Doumu Yuanjun, the Golden Spirit Holy Mother, a quasi-saint who was personally taught by the sage of the Jie Sect, the mother of all the stars and constellations, and who has achieved moral perfection after countless tribulations...

Looking across the Three Realms, below the level of a saint, she is already at the very top.

Upon seeing his master in person, Wen Zhong trembled slightly, unable to suppress the emotions that had been building up in his heart for five hundred years.

He stepped forward and knelt down deeply.

"Disciple Wen Zhong is guilty of many sins... I have dared to come today and disturb my master."

After saying this, he knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, showing the utmost respect.

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit looked at him and sighed softly.

"You still haven't resolved your inner conflict."

Her voice was clear and gentle, yet possessed a calm and composed quality. Inheriting the tradition of the Tongtian Sect Leader, the members of the Jie Sect always treated their disciples as their own children.

She could see Wen Zhong's obsession clearly.

However, even her master could not easily resolve this inner conflict. Unless the Jie Sect truly had a chance to escape its tribulation, Wen Zhong's mental hurdle would remain unresolved.

That's why she was surprised.

For the past five hundred years, Wen Zhong has never set foot in the Kan Palace, but today, with his inner turmoil still unresolved, he suddenly came to pay his respects, which clearly indicates that something major has happened.

"Speak."

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit spoke softly, but her tone had become more solemn.

"What exactly happened?"

Wen Zhong dared not conceal anything and immediately recounted everything that had happened since Shi Yuan descended to the mortal realm.

From the appearance of the Purple Thunder Hammer to Bo Qin and Qing Fu's attempt to use the Thunder Department to kill it, nothing was overlooked.

As soon as she finished speaking, the expression of the Golden Spirit Mother suddenly changed.

"Purple Thunder Hammer?"

The starlight in her eyes suddenly intensified, and the stars of the entire ancient star realm seemed to tremble at that moment.

"A disciple personally taught by the master?"

Even with her near-saintly composure, she found it difficult to remain calm at this moment.

Especially when she heard that Boqin and Qingfu dared to attempt to mobilize the Thunder Gods to kill Shiyuan, the Golden Spirit Mother sneered.

"What a fine example of insubordination!"

"How dare a mere mortal king or nobleman be so presumptuous towards my junior brother!"

"Well done."

There was not a trace of hesitation in her tone.

The Holy Mother Jinling was never one to show mercy. During the Investiture of the Gods, countless people died at her hands. Even Princess Longji, the biological daughter of the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, was killed without hesitation by her.

Therefore, she naturally did not blame Wen Zhong for killing Bo Qin and Qing Fu.

The master and his apprentice didn't even need to consider the consequences.

If it were any other person from the Heavenly Court, even a chief god, who had the right to kill the Thunder God and the feudal lord who held the seal of the Human Dynasty, they would surely be punished by the Heavenly Court and might even have to go to the Execution Platform.

However, it is different from what I have heard.

His master is Doumu Yuanjun.

Even though her true spirit was restricted by the Investiture of the Gods and her cultivation had not progressed for many years, she was still a genuine Quasi-Saint.

Moreover, behind them was the still-living Saint of the Jie Sect.

Even if we wiped out the entire royal family of Lu, let alone just killing Boqin and Qingfu, as long as the Zhou dynasty still exists, the Chan sect would not dare to easily come to our door to ask for our punishment.

"Master."

Yu Yuan, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but speak up at this moment.

"What exactly is the purpose of that junior uncle's departure from Biyou Palace this time?"

He cared more about this than anything else.

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit pondered for a moment, then slowly shook her head.

"The junior brother claimed that he came 'by chance,' and deliberately pretended not to know Wen Zhong and the others."

In her words, she already addressed him as "junior brother," making no attempt to hide her closeness.

"This behavior is most likely due to instructions from the master."

"Even I may not know the full picture."

She knew very well that the Tongtian Sect Leader's sword strike that severed the heavenly secrets a few days ago was no accident. Combined with Shi Yuan's appearance, it was enough to show that the Sect Master was secretly paving the way for him.

"However, just knowing that Master is still making moves is enough."

Her tone carried a long-lost firmness.

For her, for Wen Zhong, and for all the disciples of the Jie Sect, as long as the Tongtian Sect Leader was still willing to take action, it meant that the Jie Sect had not completely surrendered.

This attitude alone is enough to make them fight tooth and nail.

"Master."

Wen Zhong quickly spoke up.

"Then, what should we do next regarding Junior Uncle?"

This is exactly what he really wanted to ask on this trip.

They couldn't interfere with the schemes among sages. But if their junior uncle needed help, they, the disciples of the Jie Sect, would never back down.

"Since Junior Brother has chosen to act as a rogue cultivator in the mortal realm, he must have his own plans."

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit pondered for a moment.

"We should indeed communicate with him a little, so that we can secretly look after him."

"However, judging from his current behavior, he doesn't seem willing to reveal his identity. In that case..."

She raised her hand and waved it lightly, and several beams of starlight flew out from her sleeve, falling into Wen Zhong's hand and turning into several star symbols.

"Take these star symbols and deliver them to the disciples of my Jie Sect within the Heavenly Court."

"Tell them that I wish to discuss the Dao with them and invite them to come to the Kan Palace for a chat."

As the words fell, the stars in the astral plane began to twinkle faintly.

An invisible net is being quietly cast.

Time always flies by in this world.

In the blink of an eye, two whole months had passed since Qingfu and the others were struck down by heavenly lightning and turned to dust.

During this period, Yuanquan Mountain has completely changed its appearance.

The mountain's beauty grew ever more ethereal, shrouded in lingering mist, its spiritual energy flowing day and night, as if the entire mountain were breathing slowly. Before the Shiyuan Pavilion, the Creation Spring, clear as jade, shimmered with spiritual light, and had become the true essence of Yuanquan Mountain.

At this moment, inside the Shiyuan Pavilion.

"Sir, here's the spring water you requested!"

Yuanling, dressed in a clean and neat Taoist boy's robe, carried a jade bowl in both hands and jogged into the pavilion. His steps were light and his eyes were full of smiles.

Shi Yuan was sitting at his desk, toying with an ancient seal in his hand. Hearing the noise, he looked up, smiled, and gently put the seal down.

"Hmm? It took you so long to get some water."

He looked at Yuanling, his tone casual.

"You silly girl, did you go off to play with those little demons again?"

Over the past two months, he had already grown accustomed to life here. Yuanquan Mountain was quiet and peaceful, and Yuanling was naturally lively. Before long, the master and servant had become very familiar with each other and spoke without any reservations.

Moreover, with the formation of the spiritual veins, the allure of Yuanquan Mountain has been increasing day by day, and recently quite a few minor demons and spirits from outside have quietly come to cultivate.

These beings, though not highly skilled in cultivation, were extremely adept at reading people. Knowing that Yuanling was someone close to Shiyuan, they naturally rushed to curry favor with him.

Shi Yuan didn't take this to heart.

The formation he set up on Yuanquan Mountain can distinguish cause and effect, karma. Any demon that has committed too many evils and is burdened with heavy karma cannot even get close to the mountain gate, and naturally cannot cause any trouble.