noffsinger Chapter 37 The Investiture of the Gods Begins, Nezha's Fate Arrives
Chapter 37 The Investiture of the Gods Begins, Nezha's Fate Arrives
"Hey, hey, hey, how dare you talk like that!" The Tongtian Sect Leader pointed at Haotian's nose and got angry.
He glanced at his eldest brother, Laozi, and looked at him with disappointment, saying nothing.
Even the Tongtian Cult Leader was so angry he wanted to curse:
Isn't morality your business? This Jade Emperor brat is even trying to morally blackmail the Master, and you're not saying a word?
The people below immediately started arguing and shouting, each holding their own opinion. They were all powerful figures who could move mountains and fill seas with a flick of their wrists, yet they were arguing like children in front of their enlightened master.
There is absolutely no dignity to speak of.
Hongjun Laozu watched without saying anything biased.
Over these countless millennia, the Three Pure Ones have indeed held an extremely high position.
Even though he had instructed them, as the senior brother, to keep a close eye on Haotian, the group still acted like saints.
Thinking of this, the Hongjun Ancestor spoke.
"Over the years, Haotian has been burdened by the Heavenly Court and has no one to rely on, so he is constantly hampered. You all have your own factions, so give him some people."
The implication is that I promise I won't give him the Primordial Purple Qi, but you should at least show some support for his work.
You can't ignore the Heavenly Court. It's the department that he appoints. Even the civil servants there have to beg and plead when they go to your place to do business. How could anyone want to be a celestial official?
After that, everyone fell silent.
In silence.
Zhunti's heart stirred, and he suddenly smiled, then said to the Tongtian Sect Leader:
“Brother Dao, over the years, your sect has had the most members. Why don’t you send out more people?”
If we could suppress the Jie Sect in front of Heaven's will, wouldn't that give the West an opportunity to rise?
"Master!" The Tongtian Sect Leader's expression changed drastically. Why should he, with more people, have to contribute? Especially towards Zhunti, he had no pleasant expression and coldly snorted, "Since it's about dividing people, then everyone should send the same number of disciples."
Zhunti was taken aback, and Jieyin realized something was wrong.
They currently have no more than two disciples in the Western sect, and if this is divided equally, it would require at least several dozen disciples.
So, they haven't even finished repaying their Heavenly Merits and Virtues, and they still owe the Heavenly Court thirty or forty disciples?
He immediately wore a pained expression, looking troubled:
"Master, we in the Western Sect really have no one to give away."
When it came to distributing the magical treasures, the two of them received the smallest share. Why should they give the same amount of manpower?
For a time, the dispute in Zixiao Palace was deadlocked.
Hongjun, the patriarch, had an inscrutable expression as he looked at Yuanshi and asked:
"Would you be willing to send some disciples to assist Haotian in managing the Heavenly Court?"
The Primordial Celestial Venerable immediately rose and bowed:
"If I can share my master's burdens and pray for the well-being of all people, I will have no complaints whatsoever."
Hongjun Patriarch nodded with satisfaction, then glanced at Tongtian Jiaozhu.
That glance, its meaning ambiguous, made the imposing Tongtian Sect Leader instantly不敢直视 (dare not look directly at him), lowering his head and demanding fairness:
"Then so be it. When the next war begins in the human world to change dynasties, we will each send out our disciples to fight. Life and death are preordained by fate. If, during the great calamity, those who are not skilled enough die and their souls are destroyed, their souls will be allowed to ascend to the Heavenly Court. The outcome will be clear in about ten days."
In short, whoever dies goes to heaven, and whoever doesn't live forever.
Hongjun waved his hand, and took out a scroll from the Jade Disc of Creation, saying:
"Since that is the case, this is the Investiture of the Gods, so it shall be bestowed upon the Three Pure Ones. You shall discuss and draft this matter."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wisp of smoke vanished instantly, and the Creation Jade Disc, which had been shining with divine light, returned to its original state.
Seeing that his master had left, the Tongtian Sect Leader pointed at the crowd in the hall and sneered:
"You all came here for the Primordial Purple Qi, but now not only have you gained nothing, you've also inadvertently been involved in the Investiture of the Gods! Hmph, Fellow Daoist Haotian, your trip has certainly been worthwhile!"
There were 365 vacant divine positions on the Investiture of the Gods, yet he gained so many disciples for nothing.
How could the Tongtian Sect Leader possibly swallow this insult?
After all, he was no ordinary person. His eyes darted around, and he quickly came up with a plan, uttering a vicious threat:
"Since this conferment of gods is to assist you in expanding the Heavenly Court, then all my disciples will go all out after they participate!"
The Tongtian Sect Leader knew that since it was a list, the person who made the greatest contribution would be given the highest position, and the others would be determined by winning or losing.
If one could ruthlessly kill them, forcing those who died to only achieve godhood through their souls, then their strength would forever stagnate.
In this way, even if the power of the Heavenly Court continues to expand, it will never be able to surpass the Jie Sect he leads.
Thinking of this, the Tongtian Sect Leader solemnly waved his sleeve, and his figure instantly transformed into a stream of light, disappearing from the Zixiao Palace in the blink of an eye.
He was extremely anxious, wishing he could immediately return to Biyou Palace, give some pointers to some unremarkable disciples, and then convey his orders to all the other disciples—they were strictly forbidden from interfering in the Investiture of the Gods, and everyone had to immediately go into seclusion to cultivate!
After thinking it over, still feeling it wasn't enough, he wrote down two lines of verse and posted them at the entrance of Biyou Palace to warn his disciples. These two lines were:
Close the cave door tightly, and quietly recite two or three volumes of the Yellow Court Classic;
He was sent to the Western Lands, and his name appeared on the Investiture of the Gods.
The other saints who remained in Zixiao Palace also understood Hongjun Laozu's intention—most of these divine titles would come from the Jie Sect and the Chan Sect.
Since the matter was not of great concern to them, they all left in a hurry.
……
At this time, in Yangjia Village at the mouth of the Guanjiang River in the lower realm.
"Waaaaah, ptooey! How exactly do I become a saint?"
Little Yang Jiao was crying and even spat out a mouthful of water.
Even the dark clouds are bullying her!
What good is obtaining this wisp of primordial purple energy? It's like having a decoration.
She vowed to bring about the transformation of all living beings, but Heaven did not grant her that vow.
Enraged, Xiao Yangjiao stomped her foot so hard that she shattered the floorboards, creating a deep crater.
"Does it mean you want to accumulate merit and become a saint?"
Thinking of the seventy-two-colored auspicious clouds on the body of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, and then thinking that his own merits were only enough for the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong, to grow a few hairs, he felt that he might not be able to become a saint.
Waaaaah,
[Don't be discouraged, host. At least you've got the treasure chest; you just need the key.]
It is true.
Sometimes, Xiao Yangjiao even thinks she's too optimistic, because she can be so easily appeased with just a few words.
She's now the kind of person who has 10 billion in her bank account and only needs a password to access it.
After figuring it out, Xiao Yangjiao happily went back to her room.
As soon as I stepped inside, I saw Yang Tianyou staring blankly at the chain he had carefully commissioned from the most renowned blacksmith in town, his face full of worry.
"Father, what are you doing?"
Yang Tianyou sighed softly, looking at Yang Jian who was sleeping peacefully after eating and drinking his fill, and said with a strange expression:
"Jiao'er, I suspect your brother—"
Did Yang Jian have a problem? Little Yang Jiao looked completely bewildered.
Yang Tianyu picked up the useless iron chain and said:
"Jian'er might be mentally challenged."
puff!
Xiao Yangjiao vomited blood.
I clutched my chest, unable to calm down for a long time.
That's Yang Jian, the future supreme god of justice! The master of wits who even outsmarted the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother!
Seeing his daughter's expression, Yang Tianyou, seeking validation, hurriedly said:
“You could crawl right after you were born. Judging from your development timeline, Jian’er should be able to lift a flowerpot by now, but all he does all day is eat and sleep.”
After saying that, he became even more determined:
"So...stupid!"
This is how a normal baby should look!
Xiao Yangjiao rubbed her forehead, utterly speechless:
"Father, you've suspected my brother is an idiot, but you've never doubted it yourself. Am I the abnormal one?"
But Yang Tianyou didn't agree with that!
My daughter is exceptionally gifted, but if my son hasn't run a few laps by the time he's half a month old, he's just stupid.
Seeing that Yang Tianyou was starting to develop a prejudice against Yang Jian, she quickly picked up little Yang Jian and habitually poked his soft cheeks.
This made the little guy babble and grab her finger.
Just then, a faint, almost imperceptible force swept across the entire Three Realms.
Yang Jiao immediately saw a powerful rule flash across the foreheads of herself, her younger brother Yang Jian, and her father Yang Tianyou. The powerful Heavenly Dao force even made the Primordial Purple Qi within Yang Jiao's body sense it.
This feeling...
[Investiture of the Gods.]
"What? System, you're saying that the Investiture of the Gods just marked all of us? Doesn't that mean whoever dies will be on the list?"
Xiao Yangjiao hesitated.
"Then, my father, if I... die in ten years, will I still be on the list?"
She was wondering if that was possible.
wrong.
The Investiture of the Gods was specifically prepared for those who died during the Western Zhou's conquest of the Shang Dynasty. As you can see, Shi Ji died before the Investiture of the Gods because she did not participate in the conquest of the Shang Dynasty, and she did not even have the chance to become a god in heaven.
She immediately felt a pang of sadness.
Immediately, another kind of joy arose in my heart:
"Although I don't count, I do know an old man who fishes..."
Thinking about it this way, Jiang Ziya, who cast his fishing rod by the river back then, will surely be of great use!
Maybe I can get to know him through him.
Even if he can't become an immortal himself, he can still provide a safety net for his whole family through the Investiture of the Gods. After all, he's still a minor deity... well, that is, provided that the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother can tolerate his family...
do not care.
Let's try to build a relationship with Jiang Ziya first.
Since the two can be considered friends despite their age difference, shouldn't we offer him some congratulations while he's fishing?
"wrong!"
In an instant, Xiao Yangjiao's expression changed, and she put down her younger brother and stumbled and ran outside.
In the entire Investiture of the Gods, besides Yang Jian, the person most implicated was—Ling Zhu Zi!
She was filled with fear.
"The Investiture of the Gods is unveiled, and Nezha's fate is sealed!"